<?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-8526926921090727514</id><updated>2012-01-24T15:54:46.940-08:00</updated><category term='Brian Stoke Mitchell Cookie'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='Nancy'/><category term='Natalie'/><category term='books'/><category term='Swine Flu'/><category term='Aspen Grove'/><category term='Enge'/><category term='BYU'/><category term='Houseboat Honeymoon'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Rebecca'/><category term='ACTF'/><category term='Roommates'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Gorrilla'/><category term='Hamlet'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='Hot Tub'/><category term='Musical Scene Study'/><category term='Class'/><category term='School'/><category term='Acting'/><category term='Joker'/><category term='pants'/><category term='Lane'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='Classic Skating'/><category term='Jaw Surgery'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='Bishopric'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='FHE'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='ihop'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='Karen'/><category term='Grad School'/><category term='Weight Lifting'/><category term='The Gang'/><category term='Rooney'/><category term='kindle'/><category term='Callback'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Suzanne'/><category term='Beauty and the Beast'/><category term='Taiwan'/><category term='Stage Combat'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Nasal Surgery'/><category term='HFAC'/><category term='Braces'/><category term='Rehearsal'/><category term='Free'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Secret Ambition'/><title type='text'>Alice's Show Called Life.</title><subtitle type='html'>This crazy ride deserves some credit!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4808468987761487439</id><published>2012-01-24T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:08:02.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has almost come</title><content type='html'>I am almost 5 weeks post op from Jaw surgery and at 6 weeks i'll post the good the bad and the swelling. Most of the swelling is gone, I still have pain in my jaw joint.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Sooo excited to eat. I'm an eater for sure. So unfortunately i've only lost 10lbs and now that i can put solid food in my mouth (and swallow it whole) I'm starting to gain it back. eff. I was so excited to be really skinny. Haha I can fit into a smaller dress size but I would have needed to continue the weight loss to officially state that. So that's kind of a bummer, but mostly I'm excited to eat. I've narrowed down my celebratory meal to either be a Bonzai burger from Red Robin or all you can eat sushi. We shall see!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4808468987761487439?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4808468987761487439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4808468987761487439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4808468987761487439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4808468987761487439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-has-almost-come.html' title='The time has almost come'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-928891085157856801</id><published>2011-10-31T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:54:16.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Toddlers and Tiaras for Halloween!</title><content type='html'>By far one of my most favorite Halloween Costumes to execute. How hilarious is this? AND you get to be pretty. Pretty and funny at the same time. I'll take it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TY7S9_d9rlU/Tq8YjqDagnI/AAAAAAAAARM/5J1MEdRuK1E/s1600/photo.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: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TY7S9_d9rlU/Tq8YjqDagnI/AAAAAAAAARM/5J1MEdRuK1E/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669777456745841266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress from Deseret Industries for $6, Underskirt and Socks from Pibs Exchange, Homemade Sash, Tiara and Binki from Dollar store...and WAM! I'm a Sexy Baby&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/8526926921090727514-928891085157856801?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/928891085157856801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=928891085157856801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/928891085157856801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/928891085157856801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/toddlers-and-tiaras-for-halloween.html' title='Toddlers and Tiaras for Halloween!'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TY7S9_d9rlU/Tq8YjqDagnI/AAAAAAAAARM/5J1MEdRuK1E/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5050352462079822743</id><published>2011-09-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:18:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten years later</title><content type='html'>No words. I just pray. Help them. Bless them. Please help those who haven't already to find peace and comfort.&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://lds.org/study/prophets-speak-today/unto-all-the-world/heavenly-father-is-with-us-in-every-season?lang=eng"&gt;http://lds.org/study/prophets-speak-today/unto-all-the-world/heavenly-father-is-with-us-in-every-season?lang=eng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-5050352462079822743?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5050352462079822743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5050352462079822743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5050352462079822743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5050352462079822743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/ten-years-later.html' title='ten years later'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6808231217068118268</id><published>2011-09-08T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:46:27.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh snap! 5 Appointments to go until surgery</title><content type='html'>So my Nose surgery for my septum, nasal valve and Sinuses is in.... 11 days 9 hours, 22 minutes. Ya... there's an app for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the biggin in is 13 weeks,5 days, 8 hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 5 more appointments 3 weeks apart until the big day. December 14th! I am now in stainless steel wires and my orthodontist Brian Graf is making artistic arts bends to get my teeth where they need to be to fit together. Next time i go in and from here on out they'll be making study models of my teeth to observe where my teeth need to go! Here's another photo update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9W105ZLxRfE/TmmncrzXXiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2ZF34PVpI0s/s1600/Snapshot_20110908_8.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9W105ZLxRfE/TmmncrzXXiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2ZF34PVpI0s/s200/Snapshot_20110908_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650231318749339170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Side where you can see how far back my jaw is when i chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCO5ITFXtRQ/TmmncvsuUpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8arUfCF14Cc/s1600/Snapshot_20110908_5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCO5ITFXtRQ/TmmncvsuUpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8arUfCF14Cc/s200/Snapshot_20110908_5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650231319795225234" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Open bite when my jaw is aligned where it is supposed to be. My first orthodontist told me that my bite would eventually close and that chewing gum would help! wack job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGD_RaBvrS0/TmmncWCuD6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1zxdBCGWILc/s1600/Snapshot_20110908_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGD_RaBvrS0/TmmncWCuD6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1zxdBCGWILc/s200/Snapshot_20110908_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650231312908160930" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Side profile with my jaw back where I chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvwYqGlI2LU/TmmncVC8mUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8e7qKr8R_So/s1600/Snapshot_20110908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvwYqGlI2LU/TmmncVC8mUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8e7qKr8R_So/s200/Snapshot_20110908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650231312640678210" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side profile with my jaw forward...about what i estimate I'll look like after surgery.&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/8526926921090727514-6808231217068118268?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6808231217068118268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6808231217068118268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6808231217068118268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6808231217068118268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-snap-5-appointments-to-go-until.html' title='Oh snap! 5 Appointments to go until surgery'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9W105ZLxRfE/TmmncrzXXiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2ZF34PVpI0s/s72-c/Snapshot_20110908_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-90653753103126756</id><published>2011-08-26T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:45:20.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves...Freaking out 4 months in advance</title><content type='html'>In less than a month I will begin my sojourn of the corrective reconstruction of my FACE! I would say i'm being dramatic, but that is quite literally what's happening. And naturally the nerves are starting to sink in. And my poor orthodontist gets the brunt of it. I've already had this unnatural automatic reaction to cry any time someone hits my nose. Not because it hurts but because I have had 3 nasal surgeries! WTF is going to happen when now my whole bottom 3/4ths of my face is eligible for this reaction.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess i'm just so terrified that something will screw up and I'll go back to the way I am now. I could care less about the pain or the discomfort. I can take it. I just want it to look good, i want it to be even, and I don't want to get hit in the face a month later and screw the whole thing up! I was climbing into bed the other day and hit MYSELF in the face...oh heaven help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard after the first orthodontist I had to just trust these incredibly qualified specialist with the result of my most complimented feature. oh my gosh i need to calm down. But wouldn't you be worried if your were forking our like 10K and your face?! And it was all in the hands of two men...whom, i don't know! Are they good people?? Do they like me as a person? If I wine too much, will they do the equivalent of spitting in my burger by screwing up my face?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Dr. Graff, Dear. Dr. Stosich...i love you guys...please do me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update of my face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qeig_ROkk-I/TliERtcW4nI/AAAAAAAAAQU/loTm2USuwcc/s1600/Snapshot_20110826_4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qeig_ROkk-I/TliERtcW4nI/AAAAAAAAAQU/loTm2USuwcc/s320/Snapshot_20110826_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645407572700095090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8XaTxW6JWY/TliERTuENfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ishkUb2ZtME/s1600/Snapshot_20110826_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8XaTxW6JWY/TliERTuENfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ishkUb2ZtME/s320/Snapshot_20110826_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645407565795046898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8526926921090727514-90653753103126756?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/90653753103126756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=90653753103126756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/90653753103126756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/90653753103126756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/nervesfreaking-out-4-months-in-advance.html' title='Nerves...Freaking out 4 months in advance'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qeig_ROkk-I/TliERtcW4nI/AAAAAAAAAQU/loTm2USuwcc/s72-c/Snapshot_20110826_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-2146131883340032617</id><published>2011-08-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T14:46:39.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's been a year...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlsBObg-1BQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlsBObg-1BQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to take a little moment to celebrate about a year after the fact. Probably the hardest, most relieving and best things I've ever done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have put "Since You've Been Gone" but i thought it was too cliche ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-2146131883340032617?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2146131883340032617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=2146131883340032617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2146131883340032617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2146131883340032617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-its-been-year.html' title='I think it&apos;s been a year...?'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8487354575033721681</id><published>2011-06-26T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:37:11.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nasal Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaw Surgery'/><title type='text'>Brace for the Plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-212cXI9YeTk/TgeYHt7HYcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ypaLDvh4kbg/s1600/Snapshot_20110626_3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-212cXI9YeTk/TgeYHt7HYcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ypaLDvh4kbg/s320/Snapshot_20110626_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622629918149403074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;After month and months of stressing i found out that my $30K surgery was...wait for it..APPROVED by the insurance. This means not being in debt for 30 years. This was the biggest stresser about the idea of surgery and braces. But don't worry, the surgical coordinator at Dr. Stosich's office saved the day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then after waiting a couple months to hear back from the New Testament project with slowest casting job I've even seen in my life, I go myself some braces!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before the big plunge, I threw a little &lt;b&gt;"Say Goodbye to Alice's ability to eat corn"&lt;/b&gt; party. What a hit! People brought all the foods I wouldn't be able to eat for a long time: Apples, candy, caramel, chips and, of course, corn on the cob. A ton of people showed up and there was plenty of corn for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, at 2:45pm I had my appointment. I got in the chair, they sat me back and glued on my cage! It was crazy how quickly i got used to them. I've had braces before so that might account for it. I've said it many times before but if anyone's personality can pull off braces, it's mine. Braces have in NO WAY negatively impacted my life...except that I can't eat drumsticks as easily, but now I just use a spoon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With adjustments every 3 weeks and my amazing orthodontist Brian Graf and I'll be ready for Jaw Surgery in December. Before that, however, it appears that my constricted airways is one of the causes of my screwed up jaw/teeth. I'm guessing that mid August I'll be going in for surgery to make it so I can breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I07sXencPaU/TgeWnYjJ3II/AAAAAAAAAO8/kEtivNXn8Ag/s1600/100_0483.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: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I07sXencPaU/TgeWnYjJ3II/AAAAAAAAAO8/kEtivNXn8Ag/s320/100_0483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622628263144316034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Corn Party!&lt;div&gt;&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/8526926921090727514-8487354575033721681?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8487354575033721681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8487354575033721681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8487354575033721681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8487354575033721681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/brace-for-plunge.html' title='Brace for the Plunge'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-212cXI9YeTk/TgeYHt7HYcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ypaLDvh4kbg/s72-c/Snapshot_20110626_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-3766266434640388102</id><published>2011-06-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:19:19.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the fun begin. Braces, surgery, and more surgery!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm on the quest to fix my face. Now you might be think, "oh geesh, Alice, you're face is fine, great to stunning &lt;/span&gt;even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, I'd say." I couldn't agree more. Unfortunately, my friends, underneath this polished shell, i have a osteo-dysfunctional interior.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jaw...dun nuh nuh nuh...Come along and hear my tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere in my development...or perhaps because my mother punched her stomach whilst I resided in her womb (which I'm sure was deserved)...my bottom jaw decided not to grow in sync with its superior, yet still dysfunctional upper jaw. As a result my mouth does not fit together in the form of an open and overbite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why now, Alice? Why when you're 23? That's a good question, I'm glad you asked. Because, my avid reader (who most likely looks and acts identical to an invisible person), I was blessed to have orthodontics in small town called Price, Utah with some idiot city-jumping Dentist who decided to try his hand at fixing my jagged teeth. And when I say jagged, i mean jagged. He did well enough but left me unfinished, yet told me I was finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then a miracle happened...my top permanent retainer broke off. I went into Dr. Brian Graf's office for a consultation (to hopefully just get a new retainer)...oh wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He informed me that needed Jaw surgery with abt a year of braces...waaa waa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must needs be fixed. I'm going to post the rest of the journey in several posts so that it's not a novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is a big fat before picture...me in my ignorance. You can kind of see how my jaw is back a bit...and how i'm sinning by slot machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwXazP42qBI/TgUNLBDzrCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8sPRZDcHoos/s1600/169176_820841295479_17816770_42209843_8083846_o.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: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwXazP42qBI/TgUNLBDzrCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8sPRZDcHoos/s320/169176_820841295479_17816770_42209843_8083846_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621914192756059170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-3766266434640388102?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3766266434640388102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=3766266434640388102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3766266434640388102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3766266434640388102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-fun-begin-braces-surgery-and-more.html' title='Let the fun begin. Braces, surgery, and more surgery!!'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwXazP42qBI/TgUNLBDzrCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8sPRZDcHoos/s72-c/169176_820841295479_17816770_42209843_8083846_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-3207339674051163530</id><published>2011-04-24T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:31:49.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qrtmSMFhR8/TbT1hAYKsuI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fc-XpvkfN1k/s1600/My%2BEgg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qrtmSMFhR8/TbT1hAYKsuI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fc-XpvkfN1k/s320/My%2BEgg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599370184114221794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ddXNF29goo"&gt;The candy. The colors. The Artistic Food. And most of all, the affirmation that Jesus lives. He lives. He loves. He actively pleads and fights for my salvation. I'm so grateful for the knowledge that Jesus will always be there for me. Spring is the most perfect time for easter. Everything just feels right and lovely. My knowledge of Christ gives me this same happy, sunny disposition; Everything is at rest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8526926921090727514-3207339674051163530?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3207339674051163530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=3207339674051163530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3207339674051163530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3207339674051163530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-easter.html' title='I LOVE Easter.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qrtmSMFhR8/TbT1hAYKsuI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fc-XpvkfN1k/s72-c/My%2BEgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7446528936031423881</id><published>2011-03-14T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:32:01.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got the Madness...got my bracket all filled out, my shoes tied tight, i hope i don't get in a fight...(name that movie!) anyways..i do enjoy the madness of march. mostly because it makes it fun for me... I don't really care when i don't have anything on the line but make it a competition and you have yourself a basketball fan! And I just like to say "Jimmuh Jimmuh." I love BYU.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vge6uY5O2Kc/TX7qr-NUA8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/mvQ_4XHB9x8/s320/0314111253%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584158629140104130" /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7446528936031423881?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7446528936031423881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7446528936031423881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7446528936031423881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7446528936031423881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vge6uY5O2Kc/TX7qr-NUA8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/mvQ_4XHB9x8/s72-c/0314111253%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7559949568791060619</id><published>2011-03-05T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:07:38.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Movie</title><content type='html'>How many times do movies have to tell you?? Love conquers all!  Well, just in case you  forgot...again....Matt Damon exclaims it to you in his adorable and surprisingly hilarious dialogue in "The Adjustment Bureau." And you know, even more surprisingly, I sauntered out of this movie with extreme gratitude. I now know (with confidence, mind you) how to spell the word "Bureau." Matt Damon, if i could only count the things you've taught me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately improved spelling proficiency is the main remnant this film left me with. So the truth is I approached this movie with expectations that it would carry a certain feeling. I was hoping for a big brother, totalitarian hopeful darkness plot twist. The idea of a secret non-human work force that controls the use of free will intrigued me. Especially considering Jason Bourne as the main character I thought to myself, "Hot Digity Dog!" However, I am disappointed to report that Matt Damon, who plays a New York Senate Hopeful David Norris, is, well, normal.  Very adorable, but normal. In this case Big Brother is God and not a very menacing one. And no matter how many times men in hats flicked their fingers to magically make things moved, I felt safe and coincidentally that one word easily summed up the film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taken with the chemistry between Damon and Blunt, but as the plot actually started to move I was dissapointed by its normalcy. What?! This is a show about God's Angels in identity denial and I just found myself saying, "Of course that's what's happening...Of course the Angels need a magical Fedora to travel quickly through downtown Manhattan." As soon as there was opposition and suspense everything feel into place and the conflicts in the plot seemed more to be easily overcome side plots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea was there, the casting worked, but the film as a whole skidded along the surface. I did love the unexpected comedy. Blunt and Damon shared some of the most natural and believable romantic exchanges. But once again, too easy! The lack of depth as whole left me feeling sad for "Adjustment Bureau's" unreached potential. Entertaining for sure. Even more, Damon's devoutness to his soulmate leaves women floating from the movie even more distanced from reality than a Jane Austin story. In fact the film can more easily be categorized as a chick flick disguised as a Conspiracy thriller. When you use a cast as talented as Damon and Blunt in this day of extreme film making go big or go home! Leave safe to the Fast and the Furious. Give us something that can go all the way!&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/8526926921090727514-7559949568791060619?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7559949568791060619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7559949568791060619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7559949568791060619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7559949568791060619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-movie.html' title='Weekend Movie'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5502523541145806078</id><published>2011-02-19T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:19:51.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A day where we can all join together in releasing our pent up tension by punishing those who are not wearing green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 fact, i would submit &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sir Patrick&lt;/span&gt;, who's association with Ireland began as a captured slave, would have been quite surprised to see the evolution of his holiday. More so to say...What the...?&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;Let's begin:&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;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shamrock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; We look and say "Hey! Lucky Plant! Worn by Leprachans! Lucky Charms...I'm hungry...go to the store...oh i need milk. A Lucky plant indeed. This was St. Patrick's visual aid in teaching the Holy Trinity. &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;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wearing Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. St. Patrick says, "Well at first it was blue...but ok. Green's cool i guess."&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;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Association with the Irish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; St. Patrick was born in Roman Britain. Hmm... ok but he, like, loved Ireland right? Well... close...He was captured by Irish raiders and sold into slavery in Ireland. Who doesn't love that?  He loved it so much that he fled...that's right, fled back to his homeland. He then returned to teach the pagan Irish about Christianity.&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;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Leprechauns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A mischievous magical (pagan) man who runs around, pinching people, and hides his treasures away. Adding to wonderful ideals, if ever caught this child-like man must submit to the human and grant three wishes. However, if the leprechaun is ever allowed to escape, bye bye wishes...Correlation? Both Saint Patrick and Leprechauns are easily slavable. That's right, Slavable. able to be made a slave. In truth, these little men have NOTHING to do with dear Patty. They just give little kids something to do. When i was little i did indeed set a trap with fools's gold to catch a Leprechaun. I swear on my life i caught one. I just forgot to look in the other half of my basket trap. A leprechaun also stole my ring when i was little. Dirt bag.&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;Evolution from celebrating a Christian saint's death day, to one huge stereotypical celebration of the irish, any thing green and social reticule for faux pas choices of clothing color. BAHA!&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 love St. Patrick's Day, but it's just kind of sad that St. Patrick, on his own day, would most likely not be tempted to participate in its most common practices. Drinking. Pinching women. Seeking riches by dominineering over those of equal age but questionable height. Hey i'm 5' 6"...I wear green...although i don't drink, i will most likely partake in green food. I will in enjoy St. Patrick's Day. Thanks for living. I'm just feel like sticking up for St. Patrick...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ireland's most popular slave. &lt;/span&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;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/8526926921090727514-5502523541145806078?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5502523541145806078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5502523541145806078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4986470513073335440</id><published>2011-01-25T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:56:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sundance Film Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;       Baseball might have been America's Favorite pass time way back when, but then America realized that baseball isn't nearly as exciting as it was before steroids were invented and talent was alnatual! Let's just say we've wised up. Film, movies, flickers, the big screen! America is driven by the latest movies. Film drives the latest fashion, topics of conversation, and culture. Long story short, everyone loves movies. And these people aren't just the main stream lovers of mindless robotic transforming and superhero film making. These are lovers, touched for the very first time, everytime. This love drives thousands of people to travel across the country and (as I learned from an Austrian man who's voice grew four octaves higher at the thought of meeting "de' Obi Van Ken o' bee") intreats even world travelers to Park City's Sundance Film Festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It wasn't long after I rode the shuttle up and down the "Theater Loop" when suddenly I felt if I was running with my people, barefooted and pants-less. This means a great deal because I hate pants. Ideally I would be wearing mocasins, let's just face it, they're in! But ANYWAY, this place was friendlier than happy valley! In the past two days of Sundance I've had the easiest and most stimulating conversation since I've graduated or even before that. I bonded with the bus riders, the volunteers (who so happily gave us directions to where the cute boys from the bus were eating) and countless film enthusiasts. It was my first year at Sundance and by 9:30pm on my first night I was gutting buffalo and smoking peace pipes like a native. Wingapo, Robert Redford. Solid work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As lovely as it would have been to join the well prepared ticket-holders in the heated tent, my Sundance experience would not have been complete without the connections (which I imagine to be little strips of film) I made with the lesser mortals out in the 25 degree weather, huddling for warmth and forming strategic game plans. Wait-listers are required to arrive approximately 2 hours before show time to receive a waitlist number. However, the die hard fans who value the rush of winning admission and, coincidentally, the affections of parents, arrive at least 3 hours early to stand...and wait...and of course bond...and wait. My first waitlist line was so happy to move from the unofficial waitlist line to the officially roped off indoor waistlist line a Congo-dance style high five trail sporadically emerged. Then the wait began. At two hours to the show we received our bright green Southwest Wait List Number. This was in no way a guarantee that we would be accepted into a premiere, but merely our place in line when we would return a half hour before the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well The Sundance Gods have treated me well of late. My numbers have been 5 and 13 for both world premieres I've attended. For "The Devil's Double" the beautiful volunteers in Sundance blue vests let in 10 (winner). For "Perfect Sense" the lucky number-well my number was the lucky number,but that fell within the 20 wait listers the blue vest beauties allowed in the Eccles Theater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I love this. I win. I get to spend one more day making friends with complete strangers I'll never see again. Hopefully once again we'll smile as we're insanely running in to the theater to get seats to the next premiere on which only a few people's tingly, symbolically minded, cathartic craving eyes have laid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4986470513073335440?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4986470513073335440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4986470513073335440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4986470513073335440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4986470513073335440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/sundance-film-festival.html' title='The Sundance Film Festival'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-1462553653027757271</id><published>2010-12-25T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:05:21.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>Just about 25 minutes ago i was having yet another sad moment. When i'm Home and over the last two holidays it has been especially hard accepting the sadness of a broken relationship. I was typing and typing about how truly pathetic i was. I was literally going on and on with self deprication and heartache Until the pain became so clear in my head i could barely stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lds. org and typed in "breakups." so sad. My tears just started to roll out thinking about how pathetic i was, how awful i am, how sad i am that i don't have this man's affection or even esteem anymore... It was awful. awful. Terrible. ;) But then i read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/1989/03/dont-ask-whats-wrong-with-me-find-out-whats-right-with-me?lang=eng"&gt;http://lds.org/ensign/1989/03/dont-ask-whats-wrong-with-me-find-out-whats-right-with-me?lang=eng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/new-era/2003/10/how-do-i-love-thee?lang=eng"&gt;http://lds.org/new-era/2003/10/how-do-i-love-thee?lang=eng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it helped. So much. These things are true. I'm not pathetic. I have been blessed with the God like quality to love beyond trials, heartache, ill words, bad feelings, mistrusts, fights, etc. I am grateful for this. This quality is making my heart especially lonely lately but! I would rather have that than worry about the times when a heart can be fickle and change. It sucks to still care but it shows i still have the capacity to love in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read this&lt;br /&gt;"True love blooms when we care more about another person than we care about ourselves." My heart still aches and misses but I am so happy that he is happy. I would still rather him be happy and me be sad sometimes. I only ever wanted to see him happy, even if i couldn't be the one he was happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this especially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third and last, the prophets tell us that true love "beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things" (&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/7.45?lang=eng/l44"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Moro. 7:45&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Once again that is ultimately a description of Christ’s love—He is the great example of One who bore and believed and hoped and endured. We are invited to do the same in our courtship and in our marriage to the best of our ability. Bear up and be strong. Be hopeful and believing. Some things in life we have little or no control over. These have to be endured. These are not things anyone wants in life, but sometimes they come. And when they come, we have to bear them; we have to believe; we have to hope for an end to such sorrows and difficulty; we have to endure until things come right in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to believe this. Heavenly Father knows what is best for me and i am humbly trying to accept that what i had prayed for over and over(..hmm for probably about the whole time), for us to be right, wasn't. I knew that. I knew that when i kept giving Heavenly Father ultimatums. Ok if it isn't right then let me not feel as strongly for him. Ok if it isn't right then let him do something that will hurt me. If it isn't right then let him end it. All of these things came true. I'm so happy for the happy times i had with the wonderful side of that man, but we didn't' bring out the best in each other. I can speak for myself when i say it's the hardest thing when both people want it to be right so bad but it just isn't'. too much damage can be caused and as we tried to force ourselves to be closer we pushed ourselves away from what our loving heavenly father wanted. I loved him more than i can express. But i love my heavenly father more than him. I have my answer. It isn't right cause we're not together and I should have listened to the peace i felt when i heard that answer the first time. Even now i sometimes doubt it. Most of the time i still think, can i just still have him? even as a friend? I think that's human. And Heavenly Father loves me for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a nice person after all. Human. Imperfect. But deserving, and loved. Now and in the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-1462553653027757271?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1462553653027757271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=1462553653027757271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1462553653027757271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1462553653027757271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/wowthe-church-is-true.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6191526285584076284</id><published>2010-11-27T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:24:54.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a Message</title><content type='html'>Currently according to Google Analytics the Country with the highest average time spent on my blog is from Italy!!! I always knew i was born in the wrong country. Just joking...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously. The only bad thing about google analytics is how it protects your privacy so that i can't see who visits if you do not leave a message. Just give it up and tell me who you are! Why? cause i'm curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6191526285584076284?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6191526285584076284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6191526285584076284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6191526285584076284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6191526285584076284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/leave-message.html' title='Leave a Message'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8068631695318573098</id><published>2010-11-20T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:09:57.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Admit...</title><content type='html'>1. I wish the random people from all over that spend an average of 46seconds (11 min in Italy)  on my blog would leave a message cause i think that's so cool&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish i could see who from provo still checks it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love my family and friends more than they love me i think&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes i think of you in the car and every time driving past IKEA&lt;br /&gt;5. It pisses me off to hope the same from you&lt;br /&gt;6.I know you're not&lt;br /&gt; 7You don't deserve to be thought of&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm pretty darn baby hungry lately&lt;br /&gt;9. The idea of being a business woman excites me more than marrying and becoming a mother, purely for the lifestyle and money&lt;br /&gt;10. I always have the temptation to skip Relief Society&lt;br /&gt;11.I'm only a little obsessed with Kate middleton and Prince William&lt;br /&gt;12. I would go through a break up again just so i would lose 20 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;13. i date dramatic boys disguised as... not dramatic boys&lt;br /&gt;14. I have no idea what my hobbies are besides entertainment&lt;br /&gt;15. I volunteer with children&lt;br /&gt;16. People are lucky to have me as their friend but i don't think anyone has changed from me being born.&lt;br /&gt;17. Heavenly Father is blessing me over and over and i give thanks and never feel like i show enough gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8068631695318573098?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8068631695318573098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8068631695318573098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8068631695318573098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8068631695318573098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-admit.html' title='I&apos;ll Admit...'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6944154930426189921</id><published>2010-11-06T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:54:04.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is delicious</title><content type='html'>Right now, life is soo good. I'm sitting next to one my most bestest friends in da whole wide world. Having one of our suecicle Sundays. How sundays should be, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend i rediscovered how happiness should feel. I forgot how to feel gitty. I forgot that gittiness is something that you should feel. Not confusion. Not emotional craziness. Not unwanted. Gitty. Sought after. Giggling. Shnuggles. Smiling just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that bits of myself are back. Not bits...the whole darn thing. I'm rambunctious and crazy and loud and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY???? WHAAAAAA? This thing i thought i was. This thing that so many people asked me if i was, just to make sure, for sooo long. haha. I can be so blind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suecicle will you blog about will johnson's butt AND your love for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6944154930426189921?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6944154930426189921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6944154930426189921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6944154930426189921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6944154930426189921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-delicious.html' title='Life is delicious'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7250440473566733817</id><published>2010-07-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:27:41.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul food</title><content type='html'>I remember this song from sooo long ago. I hate/love how lately so many songs speak to my soul. In the words of my supervisor...they crawl into my heart, violate it and steal my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA0Q_abmh1E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7250440473566733817?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7250440473566733817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7250440473566733817' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7250440473566733817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7250440473566733817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/soul-food.html' title='Soul food'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-3643529471733861500</id><published>2010-05-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:51:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sfDgs1rjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eIQ9M4ECqIs/s1600/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sfDgs1rjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eIQ9M4ECqIs/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475003917177040434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_seEEwN1tI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RasJsZF9BKw/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb-YMFMRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QcwjNTiFM9E/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb-YMFMRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QcwjNTiFM9E/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475000530457932050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb98_HMjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FBnP7moteX8/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb98_HMjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FBnP7moteX8/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475000523155780146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb9Tbq0vI/AAAAAAAAAKE/In27RQ4BCx8/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb9Tbq0vI/AAAAAAAAAKE/In27RQ4BCx8/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475000512001266418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb9IYISII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ohVo_6sZRXo/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb9IYISII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ohVo_6sZRXo/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475000509033629826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb8tsjIeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XjzJerwzqPQ/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb8tsjIeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XjzJerwzqPQ/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475000501871518178" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sb8tsjIeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XjzJerwzqPQ/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;I went to New York City from April 26th to May 1st. For the first 4 days i was there a group from BYU, then a day in New york with Megan, then my lover came to pick me up and take me to his house. I saw so many great shows. i was sooo lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-3643529471733861500?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3643529471733861500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=3643529471733861500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3643529471733861500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3643529471733861500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sfDgs1rjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eIQ9M4ECqIs/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4110628460202644628</id><published>2010-05-24T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:23:24.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXY2O9ErI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PglQM0uuAdU/s1600/kissie+kissie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXY2O9ErI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PglQM0uuAdU/s320/kissie+kissie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474995487641506482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry it's been so long that most of the people who read this won't even care. Sorry... But i have tons to update on and i will do so in a list&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I am a graduate of BYU with a Bachelor's of Fine Arts in Acting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I just got back from New York auditioning for agents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I just got back from Pittsburgh auditioning for my boyfriends parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I dont' have a job and am looking for one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-LOST is over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eric (the bf) is still in Pittsburgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life. Can you tell how positive i am right now? Anyways instead of "blablabla"ing about the trip why not just post a bunch of fun pictures and talk about them. I think i'll seperate them into separate blogs. This one i'll begin with Graduation...TADA!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXYrMF2mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vcDiSeIyA9g/s1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXYrMF2mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vcDiSeIyA9g/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474995484676708962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXYB6-inI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hQFpue9twN8/s1600/100_0740+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXYB6-inI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hQFpue9twN8/s320/100_0740+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474995473599072882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXXrbr_GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BQb2TxFlW_k/s1600/100_0675+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXXrbr_GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BQb2TxFlW_k/s320/100_0675+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474995467562253410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                     I call the one on the left "caught in the act" and then the right one AMM "Acting Major Musical"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then just Family. I'll miss my busy rehearsal filled life and most of all seeing all my best friends everyday. &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/8526926921090727514-4110628460202644628?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4110628460202644628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4110628460202644628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4110628460202644628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4110628460202644628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-suck-at-blogs.html' title='I suck at blogs'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/S_sXY2O9ErI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PglQM0uuAdU/s72-c/kissie+kissie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-77579762587059567</id><published>2009-09-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:25:50.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Let's Just Say...</title><content type='html'>ya know when you scream really loud for a long period of time and then your throat hurts? now, transform that into emotion and spread it over my body, like you spread butter on toast as my crumbs fall to the floor, only to be stepped on by passers-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart and Soul. Byu football. i have been there every year since i was a freshman. FInally! finally, we were getting some where. And not just anywhere. We were headed to the top. Tonight i watched our ranking and chance of a championship slip by. No, not 'slip by.' I saw it get turned over, fumbled, intercepted, and allowed to pass by walls of muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt tears from football until tonight. I Stayed till the last second. They're my Cougars and I love them. But i really don't have to like them right now. The hurt runs too deep. Not tonight baby, I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-77579762587059567?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/77579762587059567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=77579762587059567' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/77579762587059567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/77579762587059567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-just-say.html' title='Let&apos;s Just Say...'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-1567868311145363379</id><published>2009-09-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:48:54.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage Combat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rehearsal'/><title type='text'>sleep, eat, school, rehearsal, sleep, eat, work, rehearsal</title><content type='html'>As my dedicated followers know (all 6 of you, love love) I am an Acting major. this semester is the rehearsal semester. I have one, count it one, religion class and all the rest are Theater classes. I have THE sweetest stage combat class that teaches me all the things people wish they could learn in life, Fighting with swords and punches and making it look good. Enjoy the following video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="303" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ddf753b725a6888a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dddf753b725a6888a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331486038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E4E74C2D377DE3DE0868AF13D02D416C6A0BEB5.59B51E686DE849D3634D2F144AF4B08B8B766DE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dddf753b725a6888a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBty8sTWmVjJ74TVGJQRhCSXffWQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="303" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dddf753b725a6888a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331486038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E4E74C2D377DE3DE0868AF13D02D416C6A0BEB5.59B51E686DE849D3634D2F144AF4B08B8B766DE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dddf753b725a6888a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBty8sTWmVjJ74TVGJQRhCSXffWQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; -I am sure you wont' assume like my nephew did that i am hurt. I am not.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a WDA class or otherwise known as Writer's directors Actors workshop. Today the actors in the class were asked to participate in an improv scene. Usually these go very well but today a VERY shy and awkward girl decided to give it a go. More power to her, i am all for that. good for her. The scene was a disaster, with her wanting the most difficult scenario possible using magic and such. Unfortuantley i wasn't able to be much help for her, granted i was giving her a lot acting wise. My character was sadly the biggest epitome of evil, so sadly that giving was in the ways as the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other two shows keep in rehearsals 5 hours a day. Loving it! seriously everyone goes, aww i'm sorry.  are you kidding Me? I get to go and do what i LOVE for half my day. This is my homework. i love these shows because in both of them i'm pretty good parts but i dont' have many lines! ha! little memorizing, more time to connect and work on my acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next decision in life. Preparing for Grad school/ preparing mentally to enter the business if grad schools don't want me. I am considering the best ones- and don't i deserve the best? My biggest choice would be Denver Center. I can only hope and pray and rely on my talent. Which i should guess those three things will be enough if it's what it should be. k. If anyone has and other MFA suggestions or audition advice, please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-1567868311145363379?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1567868311145363379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=1567868311145363379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1567868311145363379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1567868311145363379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep-eat-school-rehearsal-sleep-eat.html' title='sleep, eat, school, rehearsal, sleep, eat, work, rehearsal'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8816142121146862734</id><published>2009-09-13T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:48:15.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday School stokes my humor juices</title><content type='html'>The Question. "Who was brought to the promised land?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Answers. "Jaradites. Nephites. Lehi. Colombus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer. "Captured Slaves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer: D. All of the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8816142121146862734?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8816142121146862734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8816142121146862734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8816142121146862734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8816142121146862734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-school-stokes-my-humor-juices.html' title='Sunday School stokes my humor juices'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-141471699374695417</id><published>2009-09-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:15:57.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Schuyler buyler!</title><content type='html'>So i was talking to my nephew today and i called and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: oh man! Jordan thought you were my girl friend&lt;br /&gt;Alice: o...k...&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler:He says sorry&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Do you have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Schyler: Not yet...*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;alice: Not yet?? haha well good!&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: well ya not yet, but theres a lot to choose from at my ward&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Haha! well that's good...choice is always good.&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: Ya its like a menu, ya know? I'm can just choose one off the menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is 12 yrs. old and he already has a cell phone and a menu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-141471699374695417?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/141471699374695417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=141471699374695417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/141471699374695417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/141471699374695417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/schuyler-buyler.html' title='The Schuyler buyler!'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6909626357535873313</id><published>2009-08-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:43:28.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have your Attention?</title><content type='html'>So previous to this post i mentioned some super hero powers that i have seemed to adopt. These still stand true. BUT this superhero power has always been inherent within me and it's about time i took off my tie and glasses and revealed myself as "Amazing AgG!" otherwise known as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/Spb8IVp-llI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DRWlVR5tD-c/s1600-h/AgG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/Spb8IVp-llI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DRWlVR5tD-c/s320/AgG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374760425495631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the words of Enigo- let me 'splain. no. let me sum up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me can easily say, I don't mind attention. There are times when even i will grab that attention to where i am situated in the center of it. BUT!  Iwill stand by the fact that MOST of the time i don't not seek this attention out. It comes to me when i least expect it. I walk into rooms in the middle of  a prayer, or somehow  it is me everyone listens to as I tell a story (Ok, I do have a loud voice, but that just proves my point)...alas, It has come to my knowledge that it is, indeed, a Super Hero Power. I AM AgG!&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/8526926921090727514-6909626357535873313?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6909626357535873313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6909626357535873313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6909626357535873313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6909626357535873313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-i-have-your-attention.html' title='Do I have your Attention?'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/Spb8IVp-llI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DRWlVR5tD-c/s72-c/AgG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8503283767774901338</id><published>2009-08-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:37:15.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 22</title><content type='html'>The 22nd Birthday was a great success....well emotionally. haha It was a great but all together eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzWoyjUhOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rXK8ivdKIl8/s1600-h/100_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzWoyjUhOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rXK8ivdKIl8/s320/100_2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367400852171818210" border="0" /&gt;ps. you can see my chaco tan in this picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day with  a wonderful bacon and egg breakfast brought to you by my roommate. I love Bacon! Then i went on to work, and had a rockin awesome day, wringing in a lot of commission! It was all going so great. I was finished making a lot of money so i was ready to go home and get ready for the birthday dinner and bash. Olive Garden and my roommates baking. yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;I get out to my car and tada! it doesn't start. So for my birthday i got a huge car check-my birthday present from dad and a ride in a tow truck- present from all state auto insurance. At least the tow guys hit on me.&lt;br /&gt;So i got all spiffy for the birthday night that  i would share with my dear jeffery howard pierce. so i called ahead for our group of 15 reservation and tada! theylost it. haha, well at least the waiter hit on me....ok that part was an exaggeration cause i inadvertantly hit on him. He came over to fill my glass but the balloons were in the way and he said, " I assuming i am standing by the birthday girl?" and in a voice that came out much more seductive than originally intended i replie"...I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, i started to think that this birthday we definately more eventful than the last save for on minor detail. No one had smooched me. haha....Jeff to care of that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8503283767774901338?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8503283767774901338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8503283767774901338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8503283767774901338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8503283767774901338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-22.html' title='The Big 22'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzWoyjUhOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rXK8ivdKIl8/s72-c/100_2023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-2299702033539690437</id><published>2009-08-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:01:13.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Loves</title><content type='html'>I have a few secret loves that i must share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzMHODh4sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yjp8f_3ZxIo/s1600-h/kiki3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzMHODh4sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yjp8f_3ZxIo/s320/kiki3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367389280322839234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. My niece kierra. She loves me a lot, and i love her a lot for it. that is not the only reason though. She is the sweetest little sister and young woman. I should say girl her but alas, she just acts so mature (even the attitude). Did i mention she has really nicely shaped eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My friend Janeen. She never fails to offer a listening and advisory ear. Holy cow this woman is amazing. Ify ou are ever confused, just go talk to her. She's better than dr. laura and hotter than megan fox.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzOLessZEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pkQQQ_iQz3A/s1600-h/100_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzOLessZEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pkQQQ_iQz3A/s320/100_1962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367391552533193794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching movies by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4,5,6. Big Brother. Holy crap i love this show. The best part is that you become so addicted, even the 3 times  a week are not enough. The break from thursday to sunday is tough! Go Jeff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-2299702033539690437?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2299702033539690437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=2299702033539690437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2299702033539690437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2299702033539690437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret-loves.html' title='Secret Loves'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SnzMHODh4sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yjp8f_3ZxIo/s72-c/kiki3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4903267266312020745</id><published>2009-06-24T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:24:30.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for my picture!</title><content type='html'>I'm just  girl who faces the world! i did this picture for a Makeup Project but the picture turned out really cool. Vote for me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=106686994456&amp;amp;h=2Cy6e&amp;amp;u=TBZbR&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Vote for my picture here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(134, 134, 134);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(185, 185, 185);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(221, 221, 221);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;table style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans-Serif; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; color: black;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/?=PP_BFLogo_459" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans-Serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: white; 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font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans-Serif; font-size: 10px; background-color: white; font-style: normal;" target="_blank"&gt;My Favorite Photo (I've Ever Taken)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans-Serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: white; font-style: normal;" target="_blank"&gt;Brickfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/Pages/Contests/VoteConfirmation.aspx?qsi=14136003" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans-Serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: white; font-style: normal;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brickfish.com/Media/Images/Propagation/6.0/vote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/Pages/PropagationMain.frss?qsi=14136002" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans-Serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: white; font-style: normal;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brickfish.com/Media/Images/Propagation/6.0/share.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/FlashServices/ClickToContent.frss?qsi=14136001" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Sans-Serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: white; font-style: normal;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brickfish.com/Media/Images/Propagation/6.0/view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/?=PP_SPLogo_459" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brickfish.com/Media/Images/Propagation/6.0/bflogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4903267266312020745?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4903267266312020745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4903267266312020745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4903267266312020745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4903267266312020745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/vote-for-my-picture.html' title='Vote for my picture!'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4944492898938365501</id><published>2009-06-22T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:14:39.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamlet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishopric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty and the Beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Photo moments- Last week. So jam packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfjUUA8DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HlYhr20D3U8/s1600-h/100_1980.JPG"&gt;   &lt;-Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfjUUA8DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HlYhr20D3U8/s1600-h/100_1980.JPG"&gt; s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfjUUA8DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HlYhr20D3U8/s1600-h/100_1980.JPG"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfjUUA8DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HlYhr20D3U8/s1600-h/100_1980.JPG"&gt;arted with a bang, a swine flue bang &lt;/a&gt;I didn't really have swine flu, just a cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfiwc_0VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HSINZeHq15A/s1600-h/now+cracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfiwc_0VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HSINZeHq15A/s200/now+cracks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350381408042864978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfiwc_0VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HSINZeHq15A/s1600-h/now+cracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;-Hammy in the park   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfiwc_0VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HSINZeHq15A/s1600-h/now+cracks.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfjhPlKsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-_6PEBRlZjw/s1600-h/100_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfjhPlKsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-_6PEBRlZjw/s200/100_1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350381421139929794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfj0ZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bog_uWwrqt0/s1600-h/100_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfj0ZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bog_uWwrqt0/s200/100_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350381426282179026" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfj0ZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bog_uWwrqt0/s1600-h/100_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfj0ZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bog_uWwrqt0/s1600-h/100_2000.JPG"&gt;-Ni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfj0ZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bog_uWwrqt0/s1600-h/100_2000.JPG"&gt;ght of Beauy and the beast. Who is who?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfkMwuiwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pfD7DhCf2EA/s1600-h/100_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfkMwuiwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pfD7DhCf2EA/s200/100_2002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350381432821680898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBhkVHWbAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TNEMH5h6sp0/s1600-h/100_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBhkVHWbAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TNEMH5h6sp0/s320/100_2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350383634087308290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-This man tries to claim he doesn't sleep that much when he's around me. I felt i should put these together.  These photos were taken with a 24 hour period of each other. Suck it, lane. I am a good person. ok i gotta give him a break, he had a very long week.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBhkucYsSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/s2SnNGh6qyg/s1600-h/100_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBhkucYsSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/s2SnNGh6qyg/s320/100_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350383640886423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;- lovely ladies at Church  AND THE GRAND FINALE!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBhk6MMEoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JfqIxvYLmrQ/s1600-h/100_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBhk6MMEoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JfqIxvYLmrQ/s320/100_2019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350383644039713410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;- first ride on a motorcycle. Sweet huh? our bishopric rocks! He took me for a ride on his baby on the freeway. Thought we were gonna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4944492898938365501?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4944492898938365501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4944492898938365501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4944492898938365501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4944492898938365501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-moments-last-week-so-jam-packed.html' title='Photo moments- Last week. So jam packed'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SkBfiwc_0VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HSINZeHq15A/s72-c/now+cracks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-2521077149616277304</id><published>2009-06-22T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:46:56.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Tub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gang'/><title type='text'>Tools Don't belong in Hot Tubs. They get rusty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://janeheller.mlblogs.com/fat-guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 395px;" src="http://janeheller.mlblogs.com/fat-guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite new phrase that i have come up with. On Saturday night the gang (myself, two girls apartments that i practically live with and will soon live with, and two boys from the blue house) went to the University villa Hot Tub. There were some boys there. Holy attention they gave me. I might have been flattered by this save for the fact that someguy friends that i was with teased me (they can cause they are my friends) and told the other boys in the hot tub that i was a player/heart breaker. And with that little snippet of information, faster than the ears of a dog stand up, their attention peaked.All this attention included what one could expect in the second grade: insults about schools, majors,being a drama queen, and splashing water right into my face. Well guess what boys? I didn't get that kind of flirting then, and even now i don't want it.  Luckily they made their rounds tothe other girls in the pool. Then i chatted it up with the redeeming quality of all of them combined- a nice man. By this time the hot tub got really, really hot, so i moved into the pool. Not 1 minute after i did, one of the boys jumped in. We chatted...bla bla bla. I moved back into the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends started chanting my name to do a flip in the pool, naturally i gave into peer pressure and got back in the hot tub. Got to hot, moved to the pool. Tool boy moved into the pool tool. i got back in the hot tub. So did he. wow. THis time it was just a test. I got back in the pool. Sure enough tool boy did too, as did his tool friend. Tool friend started teasing me about how he was gonna dunk me. come on. So i was like just get it over with. He was like oh i am not gonna do it once you give up. "Good" i said " i win" so i got back in the hot tub. Oh man!!! i forgot to mention this part! tool boy mentioned italy which peaked my interest. I said "Italian! really" BAM! before i could say anything else he full on splashed me in the face with water. Oh you better believe i gave him attitude after that- that was the point he started following but not making conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't bother me that much the whole thing but i was just shocked at the maturity level of these boys...and they were all older but yes i am calling them boys. it was really fun giving annoyed looks to each other about the tools haha. The blue house boys protected me from them. haha At one point my friend joe was like- "alice this is what we work out for. so we can protect ladies in distress such as yourself." I said, "Awww joe, you think i am a damsel?" he said, "haha yes alice i think you are a damsel." I said ( in a genuine and flattered tone), "joe! that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me and i had to feed it to you." haha It was a fun night. the top to a good weekend. good week actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon stood for my honor and virtue. he is the man who will fight for my honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-2521077149616277304?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2521077149616277304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=2521077149616277304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2521077149616277304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2521077149616277304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/tools-dont-belong-in-hot-tubs-they-get.html' title='Tools Don&apos;t belong in Hot Tubs. They get rusty.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8433439789582721478</id><published>2009-06-19T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:50:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felony? Or moment to serve.  A Great Story for My 50th post</title><content type='html'>It was a normal day. I had gotten up, gone to work, lunch, job interview...Then a twist in the day. I was headed out to get the mail and a friend in the ward(well not really a friend, but that was soon to change) came over to check his mail too. He related to me a very sad story of how in order to maintain the amazing job he had acquired he had had his parents send his Social Security Card, that he needed to turn in by five. But somehow his roommate had gone off to Arizona with the mail key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can assume what happened next. We started to investigate a way into the mail box. Some call it a felony, others call it an act of service. We proceeded to try every possible way leading to my hand wedging in between the walls of mailboxes pulling magazines, packages, letters after letters and eventually....burr baaadaa daaa!!! an envelope including social security card! We spent an hour out there! It was so much fun i didn't even notice. This young man rushed off and made it in time to turn in his card 13 minutes to five. whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have taken a picture of my hand. Well, it looks better than the mailbox...just kidding  ....sort of. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8433439789582721478?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8433439789582721478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8433439789582721478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8433439789582721478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8433439789582721478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/felony-or-moment-to-serve-great-story.html' title='Felony? Or moment to serve.  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To sum up- A workshop with the Grassroots Shakespeare Company. Monday : Receive the script. I learn that I will be performing as Horatio in the last scene of the play. For those not so into Hamlet, Horatio delivers the last lines (a monologue) of the play. Talk about intimidating. He is also the only character left alive to mourn. To say the least i was petrified. Thursday: Memorizing ALL DAY. Check this out. I memorized a scene in a day. About 20 rehearsed the whole show for 3 HOURS!! then we performed it for the public. Talk about a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last monologue went great. Even despite "Beauty and the Beast" performing outside not 1 block from where we were, every went well. Apparently the music totally went in time with my mono and finished even when i did. I, however, Did not notice this at all. I was being in the moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check out &lt;a href="http://grassrootsshakespeare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grassroots Shakespeare Company&lt;/a&gt; click this link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-2567693833440515373?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2567693833440515373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=2567693833440515373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2567693833440515373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2567693833440515373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-in-park-with-shakes.html' title='Thursday in the Park with Shakes'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjstESevDMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Pa2xzjJEElU/s72-c/shakespeare+skull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-1681361869514714905</id><published>2009-06-16T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:37:34.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine flu...ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://janeheller.mlblogs.com/flying-pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 187px;" src="http://janeheller.mlblogs.com/flying-pig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling alittle cold like lately. Then i come home from the play i went to see tonight and guess what?? Two of the three girls in apt 206(the apt. i practically live in, Jen, nikki and Erin)have Swine flu. Well they are saying their symptoms started out like mine. I doubt that. I don't even feel sick...well that sick. Yesterday sucked I have now submitted to the force that only jedi's and mothers possess.  "You will go to urgent care...Ya... i will go to urgent care. You will take out a student loan and rethink your life....ya i will...wait! no i won't! suck it! Well i fell for the first one, to the point where i can't go to work tomorrow because the children will be exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole swine flu thing is getting out of control. We are all scared we have it, when it's just a COLD! Best part is, i am not even allowed to say "I don't really feel sick, my mom is just paranoid." Nope. not at all. And it's not even just my mom! It my dad and brother too. They are just bandwagon hypochondriacs. For crying out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-1681361869514714905?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1681361869514714905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=1681361869514714905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1681361869514714905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1681361869514714905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/swine-fluridiculous.html' title='Swine flu...ridiculous'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4477400461470690071</id><published>2009-06-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:09:25.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Can you say..."not gonna happen?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/Sjg8-35Y-jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g8jlqeFYkt4/s1600-h/kindle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/Sjg8-35Y-jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g8jlqeFYkt4/s400/kindle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348091608356682290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts are hard in my family. No matter how many hints i have dropped, i will some how always end up with a towel. Now i don't mean to say that i haven't gotten some sweet gifts that i have wanted...not at all. I remember when i wanted a bike. I got a bike. Cd player. Cd player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i just mean to say that with my parents, they cannot be trusted to take mental notes of something you noticed one time, or "I thought this would look good on you" or "Jesus told me to get you these hot pair of shoes." Nope that does not happen. You must be open and honest with what you want, where to purchase it and if there is anyother place that it may be aquired for a cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my birthday is coming up and of course, when put on the spot, i have no idea what i want. ...A...swim suit? But right here and now i want to state that this present would be SWEET to get for my 22nd birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/Sjg8wsC1XwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JiNS2_XcPk0/s1600-h/kindle.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me just tell you right now it's not gonna happen. In the words of the Irish guy that gets shot in titanic, I'm more likely to have angel flyin' out of me arse that to get close to the likes of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just point out one thing. I am reading Farenheit 451 right now....and this thing's name is "Kindle." like fire kindling?? WTF. so it begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4477400461470690071?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4477400461470690071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4477400461470690071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4477400461470690071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4477400461470690071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-saynot-gonna-happen.html' title='Can you say...&quot;not gonna happen?&quot;'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/Sjg8-35Y-jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g8jlqeFYkt4/s72-c/kindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7384393695851291684</id><published>2009-06-14T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:25:40.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret Ambition'/><title type='text'>Secret Ambition #264</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" 3px="" dashed=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Be a makeup artist on America's Next Top Model or pretty much anywhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjWsErQfVFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bJ64TjILk9Y/s1600-h/makeup+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjWsErQfVFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bJ64TjILk9Y/s400/makeup+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369328903672914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7384393695851291684?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7384393695851291684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7384393695851291684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7384393695851291684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7384393695851291684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-ambitions-264.html' title='Secret Ambition #264'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjWsErQfVFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bJ64TjILk9Y/s72-c/makeup+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5859814086733864534</id><published>2009-06-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:44:46.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ihop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Crimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjKwFCsNm3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DjlWHwXs5u8/s1600-h/big+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjKwFCsNm3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DjlWHwXs5u8/s320/big+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346529308310346610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my good friend Jen's Birthday!  Well, Jen isn't that into birthdays, but were having none of that. So this morning our brilliant liar Cassy called jen saying "My car won't start and I need a ride to my work meeting." Jen is a really nice person so she got out of bed at 6:50 in the morning to help out a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile i was standing under the stairs with a blanket, waiting to pounce. We kidnapped her and took her to Ihop- A holy place for breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!!! THE FOLLOWING PICTURES CONTAIN EXTREMELY HOT WOMEN WITHOUT MAKEUP ON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjKvlPphXtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PwX6p-rXPp0/s1600-h/Birthday+blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjKvlPphXtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PwX6p-rXPp0/s320/Birthday+blanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346528762032905938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-5859814086733864534?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5859814086733864534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5859814086733864534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5859814086733864534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5859814086733864534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-crimes.html' title='Birthday Crimes'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjKwFCsNm3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DjlWHwXs5u8/s72-c/big+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4061338504373834647</id><published>2009-06-11T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:38:23.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in the Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjGDR2TXDHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/i79cH_CjTBE/s1600-h/bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjGDR2TXDHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/i79cH_CjTBE/s320/bag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346198575323221106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So right now I should be writing my talk for church on sunday but i am so distracted so i decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at this adorable homemade bag??? I won this off of a blog give away (one of my new favorite ways to score free stuff). I have used it almost everyday  and it is simple and goes with just about everything i own and is big enough for school folders. I keep my role in it and my ipod and wallet and a bunch of other crap. check out this etsy shop for more cool hand-made stuff. Harp on the owner to make more bags and then buy then super cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjGDXqK2cvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O8hedGjq5SM/s1600-h/bag2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjGDXqK2cvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O8hedGjq5SM/s320/bag2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346198675145519858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7160047"&gt;Karinaink - That's "Karina Ink"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjFlb9v4eOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dwv1Nh1yCTY/s1600-h/100_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4061338504373834647?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4061338504373834647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4061338504373834647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4061338504373834647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4061338504373834647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-in-bag.html' title='It&apos;s in the Bag'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SjGDR2TXDHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/i79cH_CjTBE/s72-c/bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8192338458760714127</id><published>2009-06-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:26:22.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/australia_poster5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 522px;" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/australia_poster5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some call it long, others call it epic. A movie that catches, keeps, and shoves around your attention in every other possible direction is Australia. The stylistic direction of Baz Lurhman combines with native Australians Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman. Their acting keeps up with every one of the several climaxes. Who can deny such a future classic favorite while Lurhman keeps in time with new ways to shoot classicly? His use of theatre like backdrops and period type camera shots that draw the watcher back to times of Casablance and Kerry Grant, fantastically build the mystery of this multi-veristal land of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most mysterious of all is the boy lead Nullah. His commetment to the role, surpased some of the best child actors. Playing the role of a half abiriginal, half white, grandson to a magic man but raised in constant fear of being taken away from you family and "civilized" all the while watching those closest to you fall to the dangers of Australia, would not be an easy role for the most trained actors. This little boy does it with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baz Lurhman films always carry and follow a fancinating arch, beginning with the wimsical and ending with some of the most scream out loud moments, i have ever experience in film. Australia is garunteed to take you beyond the happy ending and never leave you wanting more... in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8192338458760714127?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8192338458760714127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8192338458760714127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8192338458760714127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8192338458760714127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-3970608096996979696</id><published>2009-06-09T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:48:36.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.nj.com/parentalguidance/2007/10/medium_SCHOOLLUNCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 156px;" src="http://blog.nj.com/parentalguidance/2007/10/medium_SCHOOLLUNCH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at lunch time ( Duty more like, Alex and I stand there and makesure the kids behave.) I was noticing all the different cliques. I am not much of a clique follower myself so it was strange to actually notice them. There was a table of boys, two tables of the ethnic girls, a table of siblings, the skater boys, the "weird" boys, and the white girls who are all in my class. Then i noticed one girl sitting completely by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let this pass. What good is  a teacher or someone to look up to if you don't do anything that anyone can look up to. So i went over to my drama girls and i asked if they knew her. Of course they said no. I suggested maybe asking her to eat with them. One girl said, ya i'll do it tomorrow. I thought well that's really all i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i see Sierra...the shyest girl in the class walk right over to her and invite her to sit with them. I wanted to cry i was so touched. She didn't wait, and in a way i felt like she didnt' even do it cause i told her to. I love kids. Just when you think you see the shyest girl in the class, she up andputs her self out there. Why? For kindness. Inherint kindness. This is why i love shy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-3970608096996979696?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3970608096996979696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=3970608096996979696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3970608096996979696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3970608096996979696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-deeds.html' title='Good Deeds'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-2905270007553793600</id><published>2009-06-08T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:39:29.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogoal- Alice a teacher??? waahhhh????</title><content type='html'>So i promised my sister i would be better at blogging, so here i goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Drama class was FANTASTIC. These kids are fantastic!! so fun. There are eleven of them. shoot! i really meant to ask how old they are btu i keep forgetting. they are 7-9th grade. I am not sure how old that makes them. But here they are a quick descriptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush: a little tike with so much energy. It's not hard to get him to talk but hard to get him to say something nice. I think he's one of those kids that just needs some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: Oh  man can this little girl talk. She loves it! She is always so willing to get up there and do a scene, not matter what. I partnered these two together today for a scene and then afterwards they wanted to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra: she is so shy but she got up and did a scene with me today and did soooo fantastic. I was so proud of her. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: This little girl seems shy but already feels comfortable infront of the people. I need to help her understand that she can look at her partner though. She has the  most beautiful hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: I am really excited to get to know this one,. She didnt' say a word but at soon as she did her scene with Rusty jumping out of a plane...man you shoul dhave seen the tactics flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty: Such a tough persona but wait...oh he is complimenting everyone. So much energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donavan: This kid is so cool. Holy good actor. never been in a play or anything but he just knocked it out of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: hahaha. Oh man. he is halarlious. So creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starla: she gave me my favorite moment of the day. "Mars" you had to be there. she is hilarious. I am excited for the one act and what she'll do with the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray: He is sooo observant. He deffiantely won for best comments today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot i might be forgetting one person. THat's ok. I have more to say later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Lunchroom love and No good deed goes unnoticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-2905270007553793600?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2905270007553793600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=2905270007553793600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2905270007553793600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2905270007553793600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogoal-alice-teacher-waahhhh.html' title='Blogoal- Alice a teacher??? waahhhh????'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-3361739449982858095</id><published>2009-06-07T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:21:13.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bachelor's of Fine Art Senior Show</title><content type='html'>I am an Acting Major at BYU. The anticipation for a senior show last more than semester before your senior year and then most of the summer waiting for fall. This waiting process has been a little scary for me because in order to be cast in a senior show or any of your classes you have to maintain a certain score. This last score i got was not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a couple days ago i got the official word that i will be in my senior show!!! i can't tell you what a relief it was to hear this.  A senior show works like this, the acting committee choses from the season of show which ones will be the senior project. Then the Committee decides which one your will be in and also which part you will play. This part is chosen to stretch you in your acting...aka make it really hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Senior show will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABSENT FRIENDS by Alan Ayckborne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be playing the part of Evelyn- a really reserved character with questionable morals. It's gonna be so much fun! Rehearsals start the 8th of septembe so i am sure you will be hearing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-3361739449982858095?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3361739449982858095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=3361739449982858095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3361739449982858095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3361739449982858095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bachelors-of-fine-art-senior-show.html' title='My Bachelor&apos;s of Fine Art Senior Show'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8409917370846680712</id><published>2009-06-05T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:03:12.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Blog in the World- The Best Blog Ever</title><content type='html'>I would Just like to introduce this entertaining and heartfelt blog into everyones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wynderwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Simple Wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you can't see the resemblence (haha wink wink) THis is my sister's blog. She's great and I love her. Right now i am at her house in Colorado for the blessing of her newest edition Zachary. I am having a blast already. Free Krispy Creams and jumpin on the tramp with my nephews. They taught me how to do a front flip!!! cha ching. This morning JAred and Adam came and sat on my lap whilst i read the newspaper...mostly the theatre reviews. Then we looked at all the movies out and they read to me the words they knew. So cute. My nephew Noah just repeats everything you say. It's like a walking britney song. For example: I am hungry (noah: HUNGRY!) LEt's eat some Chicken (Noah: CHICKEN!) Ilove Noah (Noah: NOAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More hilarious stories to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8409917370846680712?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8409917370846680712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8409917370846680712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8409917370846680712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8409917370846680712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favorite-blog-in-world-best-blog.html' title='My Favorite Blog in the World- The Best Blog Ever'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5784036473875000635</id><published>2009-04-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:26:38.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie'/><title type='text'>Quotes from the semester...just a few</title><content type='html'>We took to writing down funny things and i present them to you in electronic form, maybe i'll include stories too, if needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a match made in the Bishopric's office." -Mark Evans, my FHE husband referring to our coupling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argggg! Knives! Scary part down!"-Alice, after cutting herself while unloading the silverwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the angry tap dance number."-Natalie, referring to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget About the Boy&lt;/span&gt; in Millie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: How does a man handle chicken?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: We throw around and cut it any way we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I smell so good I'm turning myself on."- Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: (knocking on the door) I have to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: just a minute&lt;br /&gt;Alice: well in a minute I will have put pants on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna stalk ____!"-Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next time you see me my face will been ravaged by tears."- Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then I decided all I really want in life is Keri Russel."-Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't expect to stay clean when you're fighting the scum of Gothom."-Daryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want a snowball named scott."-Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thayne and Ben: Your hair looks nice&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Really? Cause I feel like I have Trailer trash bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a dream I was Harry Potter...it was a stressful night."-Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: My Dad is like 6' 1"&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marriage is the key to sex-I MEAN SUCCESS... success...marriage is the key to sex- I MEAN SUCCESS!"-Thanius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She just keeps my hands warm. I want my whole body warm." -Ben-jammin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you just punch me in the face?"- Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and  then I thought to myself, "What are the benefits of bulimia?"-Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One time we lost our fish down the disposal... we couldn't save him."- Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coco-motion, you never let me down. (Silence) EFF!!!"- Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the terrorism bell." -Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's ruin patty's life." -Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the point of Christmas to seduce people."-Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! I'm a prophetess! Brother Thompson was right." - Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are poeple having fun?"- Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can see you marrying someone with a hat like that."-Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya if we're playing Tornado Tounge Twister that's gonna arouse my passions."- Ben-Jammin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like how he's good...it's bad."-Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look @ you. It's all wifey in here."- Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel so silly right now, but really cool."-Natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-5784036473875000635?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5784036473875000635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5784036473875000635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5784036473875000635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5784036473875000635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotes-from-semesterjust-few.html' title='Quotes from the semester...just a few'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6081073617981854385</id><published>2009-04-26T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:59:56.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Blasts from the past</title><content type='html'>This friday my best friend's(Sarah's) parents came into town for Matthew, her brother's graduation. Imagine my glee when i recieved an email from her dad asking if they could meet up with me.  Yesssss! They called fridayand took me to Five Guys. This is so fitting because the last time I went to Five Guys was with them in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have had a better time. I didn't even need sarah there to feel comfortable. We laughed and laughed. To be honest i was surprised how well i knew them all. I could laugh at inside personality jokes and most of all I got to talk about sarah with the people who know her the best. We talked about how her little brother has removed everything from sarah's room and claimed it as his. I can just imagine sarah's reaction to this and joked with her mother about who would be the lucky one to tell her. I guess it will take place sometime during the Mother's day call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made fantastical plans (at least for me) about going with them to pick her up in Italy. I am going to use eevrything in my power to make this come to fruition. I just can't express how good of a time i had. It was so great to see them. It was seriously to the point where i got a little choked up whensaying goodbye. I knew it would be a year. And most deeply i knew that they equalthe closest thing to sarah that i can have. I love her and seeing family was sooo great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6081073617981854385?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6081073617981854385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6081073617981854385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6081073617981854385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6081073617981854385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/blasts-from-past.html' title='Blasts from the past'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-426224341894460153</id><published>2009-04-22T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:07:56.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Play Review Mention.</title><content type='html'>Tada! Here is a review for As You Like It!!! Mentioned in the Deseret News! Check it out! Come see! come See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.deseretnews.com/article/1,5143,705298805,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="italicText"&gt;"AS YOU LIKE IT," Hale Center Theater Orem, 225 W. 400 North; now through May 23; directed by Christopher Clark; phone 226-8600 (running time 2 hours 20 minutes, with one 10-minute intermission)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OREM — From the moment of entering the theater and getting a glimpse of the beautifully painted forest on the walls, you know this is going to be interesting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Add that to the introduction of "Brownie" the bear in a Chuck E. Cheese-type outfit, and you get a good sense that it's not going to be Shakespeare in the traditional sense of the word.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, that's not to say this production departs from the Shakespearean mode so dramatically that those who love the Bard will be unhappy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The story line — convoluted as it is — follows Rosalind and Celia through their various adventures quite accurately.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fun comes from the delivery of some of the lines and the posturing of many of the characters, particularly those in masks and animal costumes. (The pigs, the sheep, the goats, the horse, the dog and the snake all add comic relief.)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's a step outside the usual for Hale Center and a bit of a risk to take with audiences who generally are over 50.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he story is introduced and re-introduced after the intermission, so people unfamiliar with "As You Like It" can keep track as the Duchess kicks out the Duke, keeps Rosalind as a companion for her daughter, banishes Rosalind, who disguises herself as a man and consorts with her beau Orlando as a member of the opposite gender, returns to her father and resolves all the couple issues — a story that twists and turns on its ear with various subplots and characters running through it all the while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The individual characters are very well-developed and played with depth throughout.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rosalind, played by Becca Ingram (MWF cast) is outstanding and creates a very sympathetic character. Celia, played by Becky Witham Walling (also MWF cast), is also a choice casting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Page Petrucka, playing the part of Audrey the shepherdess (MWF), is wonderful and very funny, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;as is Alice Johnson who plays Phebe. Watch her woeful face as she realizes in the end where her fate in love is cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The men playing Orlando (Jason Sullivan, single cast), Jacques (Alex Ungerman, TThS cast), William (Jason Evans, single cast) and the Duke (Eric Glissmeyer, single cast) are also very good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Davey Morrison (usually in the TThS cast) deserves special mention, as he takes on the role of Le Beau, as well as numerous animals. He is so uninhibited.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The only exception to the rule is Mark Oram (single cast as Touchstone), who needs just a little more mellowing into his role as the fool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone handles the Elizabethan dialogue well. The lines are understandable and clear. There is no hesitation, no misstep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The musicians, who are on stage the entire time with a cello and a violin, add a nice touch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The blocking and choreography is well done for the small stage, especially since movement never stops.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's clearly been an effort made to keep this show upbeat, light and fast-paced, so people don't lose interest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In addition, the costuming is — as always — gorgeous. The masks add humor and interest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So does the interaction with the audience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a show that ought to be given a chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-426224341894460153?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/426224341894460153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=426224341894460153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/426224341894460153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/426224341894460153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-play-review-mention.html' title='My First Play Review Mention.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-2153959370006747216</id><published>2009-03-22T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:39:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I hate making decisions. There is something called the Ophelia Syndrome. It's based off of none other that Ophelia from Hamlet when she says to her father Palonius: "I do not know, my lord, what I should think." Polonius answers, "I'll teach you. Think yourself a baby. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to admit that i love being told what to do (except when people are shhhing me, i hate that). The best date i went on was when someone ordered for me. there is a running joke in my family that i am always the last one to order. It's hard for me to make a decision unless forced. Whether big or small, they all suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...Here are some decisions that i stand firm in, that come to me without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Love is an unalterable decision in my life.&lt;br /&gt;   -I choose to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;2-I need someone that will be a strength in my life. Recently i have thought about some decisions family members have made and their effects on the mother of this family. I never want to experience these effects standing on my own foundation as a mother without a companion's roof over my head. I will never settle for less dang it.&lt;br /&gt;...That's all i got for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-2153959370006747216?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2153959370006747216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=2153959370006747216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2153959370006747216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2153959370006747216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6591229358440836372</id><published>2009-03-20T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:27:55.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free'/><title type='text'>Free Basket of Homemade Crafts</title><content type='html'>My sister is a very talented craft-maker and she is giving a basket of her best goods away.  What's the catch??? You have to help her come up with new blog name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen exclaims, "&lt;em&gt;i need an uncomplicated name. something short and simple. if you come up with my new name i will send you a little extra pick-me-up in the mail. something that signifies my love of cute packaging, spring, and baskets! good luck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://wynderwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So there you have it. Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6591229358440836372?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6591229358440836372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6591229358440836372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6591229358440836372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6591229358440836372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-basket-of-homemade-crafts.html' title='Free Basket of Homemade Crafts'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-9179141282257419107</id><published>2009-03-14T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:03:59.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pants'/><title type='text'>Roommate: Suzanne</title><content type='html'>She is so funny! she just told me, "I pulled an Alice the other night." I looked at her with an intrigued smile. "I was wearing sweat pants and i got to hot, so i just took them off and went without!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true. Love you Suzanne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-9179141282257419107?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9179141282257419107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=9179141282257419107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/9179141282257419107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/9179141282257419107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/roommate-suzanne.html' title='Roommate: Suzanne'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8400764527649621194</id><published>2009-03-14T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:46:25.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No blog</title><content type='html'>My sister called to my attention my lack of blogging lately. I still don't really know what to say. I love my sister. She is awesome. I think that i get most of my personality and sense of humor from her and my oldest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that is Karen:&lt;br /&gt;My sister has 3 boys and one on the way. On top of that she has crazy health problems that had to have come from her rich birth mom, who i imagine to be french. Karen will inherit all her money when she dies at which time Karen will buy me a slurpee machine that was promised to me since a was a young tike. When every i think of strength, I think of my sister. Try this one on for size- try being allergic to everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing about my sister that sometimes freaks me out is how much she understands about me! holy cow. This is the order of knowledge of top people who know/understand me most from least to greatest:&lt;br /&gt;1.Sarah&lt;br /&gt;2.Mother&lt;br /&gt;3.Myself&lt;br /&gt;4.Karen&lt;br /&gt;5.Big guy upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing sexiness of Nancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. I love my sister. I have no doubt she could have her own show on Comedy Central. It makes me feel best when i make her laugh cuase i know how funny she is. Sometimes when i need a pick me up i'll call her for the specific reason to make her laugh, this builds up my self-confidence/self-love. hehe. Next week we are going to Thriving ivory and in one month (today) BRITNEY! ahahahaha! One thing i would like to say about Nancy is her husband Jesse. They are so cute. Of course all Karen and her husband are cute but that's more of a halarious cute. I just love their relationship. They are adorable. They are so sweet and loving to my three adorable nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall i am so grateful for having these beautiful women in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8400764527649621194?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8400764527649621194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8400764527649621194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8400764527649621194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8400764527649621194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No blog'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5485843370980235596</id><published>2009-02-19T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:25:05.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy'/><title type='text'>Best morning text ever!</title><content type='html'>I woke up and much to my pleasure i had a text message from my sister Nancy. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: I am driving home from work and i look to my left and tehre is a LITTLE PERSON running across the street dressed in black! and the first thing i think OMG i am glad alice is not driving here. she would freak out and wreck! Seriously it was so weird i had to pull over and tell you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Holy Crap! i wouldn't be about to handle that. Were they TRYING to die?! i was just talking about little people in my dream. how weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nancy: It was just one guy and he was in black and it was so wierd. for i second i thought he was like a goblin or something. you would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: That last text was exactly 160 characters. Just try to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: That is the freakiest thing i have ever heard. and people say my fear is irrational! take that! I turned on my radio and thriving ivory was playing. Good mornin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: 160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: LOl you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Lets have talks like this every morning. I am wide awake! every morning we'll both say one reason why midgets are creepy. By the way midget ws in my predictive text. Samsung is prejudice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: holy crap i am cracking up! midget is in mine too! came right up. first option. LOL ok talk to you every morning:) britney tickets came yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: OMG 160 again totally on accident! i am a text savant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice" HAHA and kelly just came on the radio! best morning ever! ah just wet myself caust i am so happy. I wonder if midgets have as much bladder control as real people. JK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: AS REAL PEOPLE?? YOU ARE GOING TO GO TO HELL FOR SURE!  a hell filled with midgets demons chasing you for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I WOULDN'T BE SUPRISED! just kidding i know they're real people. Hey quit frontin! blame the media! seriously. try and name one movie in which midgets are not either beating someone up or being sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: being sneaky :) that is funny. that one was running around in the dark dressed in black. maybe he is a cat burgler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: HAHA! no something sneakier. babies. have you checked on connor and riley this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: ya i got home they were in my room watching fox thirteen news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: they can turn the TV on but not change the channel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: haha it's going to be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the best morning ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-5485843370980235596?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5485843370980235596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5485843370980235596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5485843370980235596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5485843370980235596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-morning-text-ever.html' title='Best morning text ever!'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6017705909666631531</id><published>2009-02-01T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:23:43.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen'/><title type='text'>For the love of Britney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister, karen, inspired me to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://britneyspears.celebden.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/britney-spears-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love britney spears and am not been ashamed of it. It just feels so good to declare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first remember hearing her...ok so maybe not exactly but i am pretty sure My sisters told me about her and then i heard her on Radio Disney. someone requested her song but couldn't remember her name. HA! you'll never forget it now. Thank you sisters of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll even admit that i watched the Opps i did it again video over and over when i was little to learn the dance moves. My old bird Petree loved it everytime i played oopps i did it again. He would freak out and start singing to it.&lt;br /&gt;To date: I have Britney's collected works save for her greatest hit CD; my birthday's in july. This doesn't apply to Nancy seeing as she is taking me to see her in April, which i am peeing my pants about! ahhh! It only took me like what?? ten years??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it. Britney is hot and she's my favorite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6017705909666631531?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6017705909666631531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6017705909666631531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6017705909666631531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6017705909666631531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-love-of-britney.html' title='For the love of Britney'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7575304481137563338</id><published>2009-01-29T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:35:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>1. I threw the Javelin in high school. Never made it to state (103 ft) but I did place fourth in region and 7th at an invitational&lt;br /&gt;2. At my first swim meet I was so nervous that I dove in and just started kicking! Sadly I forgot that I was supposed to be doing breast stroke and was DQed&lt;br /&gt;3.I have been a fan of britney spears since my sister first bought me the CD when i was twelve&lt;br /&gt;4.I have a dented rib...seriously, it slopes in.&lt;br /&gt;5. One time when i was little and on the kiddy swings at lagoon, I wanted to see what would happen if i flipped my mom off. I did. All i remember was her face went from" Hi Alice! I love you!" to "What did my little girl just do???!!!"&lt;br /&gt;6.The highlight of my day is eating. i am so sad when it's over cause then it is soooo long till i get to eat next.&lt;br /&gt;7. When I talk about a guy i think is cute or have a crush on or something that makes me really happy...My eyes water.&lt;br /&gt; 8.I have broken five bones. Arm (jumping out of the swings at Gmas), Nose (a kid in Elementary school ran into me), Finger (flirting), Finger (slammed in a door...5 stitches too)...i always forget teh last one. OH!! Foot ( dancing. I fell off the stage)&lt;br /&gt;9.I am really good at keeping secrets for other people but seem to have a disfunction where i can't keep them about myself.&lt;br /&gt;10. My dream callings are Girls camp director and FHE MOM.&lt;br /&gt;11. as a result from watching willow at a very young and skewed age, I was terrified of little people for a good portion of my life. Seriously, name a movie in which they are not attacking someone.&lt;br /&gt;12. I sleep with my blanket covering everything but my mouth. i never leave on trips without my comforter. It's heaven in blanket form.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have had three injuries where the wounds came out like smily faces, inlcuding eyes. and yes i have pictures to prove it 1) my sister dropped a straightener on my foot. 2) Shot with a very powerful paintball 3) slammed my finger in a door and it cut it in half.&lt;br /&gt;14. I was almost demolished my a falling tree in the forest!!!&lt;br /&gt;15. When i was little my brother told me that there were gremlins in the Downstair bathroom. I can't tell you how many years of my life were spent upstairs because of that lie.&lt;br /&gt;16. I grew up in Littleton, Colorado.&lt;br /&gt; 17. I was the technology student of the year at my high school&lt;br /&gt;18. i have a talent where i can bounce my quads to "Eye of the Tiger"&lt;br /&gt;19. I have never died my hair&lt;br /&gt;20. i can bend my fingers backward to make a 90 degree angle from my palm&lt;br /&gt;21. I love love love Halo 3! I adapt my "run out and shoot everyone even if it means you have to sacrafice yourself" policy when i enjoy such activities as paintball and laser tag, which i love as well.&lt;br /&gt;22. I want to be purposed to under a willow tree at dusk&lt;br /&gt;23. One time when i was little my brother walked in on my trying to hypnotize our dog.&lt;br /&gt;24. I love animals- monkeys are my favorite Ever since i saw an article about helper monkeys with a picture of a monkey feeding a woman pudding.&lt;br /&gt;25. The only thing that can capture my attention more than a good moive or play is children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7575304481137563338?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7575304481137563338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7575304481137563338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7575304481137563338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7575304481137563338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5429166306649570486</id><published>2009-01-19T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:12:24.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the blog?!</title><content type='html'>Three "what the" moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)My mom is now on  facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I meant Bronco Mendenhall and apparently was the only one to freak out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Thinking about the fact that i actually made and consumed a grilled PB&amp;amp;J with chocolate chip sandwhich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-5429166306649570486?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5429166306649570486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5429166306649570486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5429166306649570486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5429166306649570486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-blog.html' title='What the blog?!'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4152628975509683000</id><published>2009-01-17T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:31:38.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebecca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Skating'/><title type='text'>Rollllll....BOUNCE! Classico skating con Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SXKGaurzAII/AAAAAAAAAE8/gQvCmTy9DmY/s1600-h/reba+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292440305880203394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SXKGaurzAII/AAAAAAAAAE8/gQvCmTy9DmY/s320/reba+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my old roommate and I went classic skating. She is so pro that she went straight for the roller skates. I, however, Am not as hard core and went for the inlines. I only had one thought in my mind as i hit the skate floor....ROOOLLLLL bounce! Roll bounce is this really funny movie in which young children pass their time developing routines in order to become the skater with the sweetest moves in the state. The best part about this movie has to be (can't remember his name) the guy that is also in pushing daisies. I love blunt humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went with reba's ward and since no one in that ward knows me at all i felt so free. HAHA you can't judge me cause you don't know me! Reba and I tore it up!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one disheartening thing was that after i had seen roll bounce i just wanted to ge out there and do it.. I do have some talent within the ice skating area but roller skates are by far harder! Dang it...those inner city punk kids have some secret power that allow them to do all that. That i am sure of. Anyways by the end of the night i could do a Backwards crossovers, jump in the air, quick switch,spin and a waltz jump (twice cause after that my body chickened out). NExt time? back flip. But all in all that was THE funnest night of classic skating i have experienced. Can't wait to go again...maybe when i have money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4152628975509683000?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4152628975509683000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4152628975509683000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4152628975509683000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4152628975509683000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/rollllllbounce-classico-skating-con.html' title='Rollllll....BOUNCE! Classico skating con Rebecca'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SXKGaurzAII/AAAAAAAAAE8/gQvCmTy9DmY/s72-c/reba+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7328426875683530967</id><published>2009-01-12T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:20:32.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical Scene Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Classes and work and life and love and other L words....like Lollypops</title><content type='html'>Anyways. I don't really know what to expect from this semester. I have never before experienced wanting to take so many credits and classes. There were just so many i was so sad to see go! But as i approached the end of the first week of classes i had to accept the fact that i would rather take it less and do well then suck it up! so sadly i had to drop Tap dance and Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this because i need to focus on ACTF and getting a job. Speaking of which, I had an interview/audition today. I was offered this interview at the MTC for being an investigator. They really want Actors to help the missionaries get really into it. I am suprised how into i got! really...i felt like i was in my house and i had completely no idea what was going! HA! it was really fun! I don't know yet if i have the job but i am very hopful. If not...meh. Something else for me. But lets just face it. I need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a class though that will be interesting ....hahah Musical scene study. i was partnered with a man who i have had trouble working with before. Conflicting personalities that's all. and what scene did we get??? oh that's right. The one where he falls on top of me in a permiscuous position for several minutes. dang i love acting. I get to act like i like that and then be fine the next minute. Oh and we sing...and dance.  Our scene really rocks though to tell you the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two dance classes this semester. Modern and Jazz. Woot! My dance teacher has thus far complimented me on my straight back in an exercise and pretty much my modern run cannot be topped...unless there was someone with another person on their shoulders doing a the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so good. I love my suesical and NAtalIE. They are so good to me. I am just constantly laughing. My ward is so fun and the new bishop rick is HIlarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...hmmm. love it. how fun it is. Let's address this subject later when i have an idea of what da heck be goin' on. boo! I really like a thought that came to me as us roommates bonded, as we do, "It's really hard to imagine a man that is going to be worth all this." My roommates have informed me that i am really bad at being hard to get. This i know to be true. I dont know what it is about me but i am going to assume it is a good quality. i just need to learn to be more assertive and say no! I'll say something on this subject. Boys...what the crap. be a man. dont ask a girl to do something with you and then pansy out of any responsibility like location and rides. come on men. That's something a GIRLFRIEND should OFFER. hmmmm Not impressed, we are. (that was yoda incase you didn't get it) This is really a lot of information...but let's be honest. I write a lot. Maybe one of my loved ones will read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollies. i love them. Onestop, how i love you and the sugar you give a stressed out woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7328426875683530967?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7328426875683530967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7328426875683530967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7328426875683530967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7328426875683530967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/classes-and-work-and-life-and-love-and.html' title='Classes and work and life and love and other L words....like Lollypops'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8600468378626327662</id><published>2009-01-12T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:00:13.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to blog...what to blog</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to update on some entertaining and crazy shtuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week (the first week of school) was Hilarious because it was non stop!!! my crazy days in which class ended at three and 11 went til like 7 at night! good grief. The most stressful time was because i was scrambling to get all my Scenes for ACTF taken care of. I found them, cut them and got the rights all in under 12 hours.. SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when walking to school...and this is funny... I saw someone from a distance. The funny this about this was that i recognized this person and certain waves of anger or sadness or anything could have knocked me flat. Nope! not this mind. The first think that popped into my head was none other than the dear words of our Sweedish best friends : I was cheated by you and i think you know when! So i made up my mind it must come to an end. Look at me know...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point. Right after this all my greek servants jumped out from behind the tennis courts and we did a dance number. This is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8600468378626327662?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8600468378626327662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8600468378626327662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8600468378626327662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8600468378626327662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-blogwhat-to-blog.html' title='What to blog...what to blog'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-3654457167057056561</id><published>2009-01-08T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:03:24.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Stoke Mitchell Cookie'/><title type='text'>The Story of a Cookie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SWZzKqNXAQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xIOn2TaJipA/s1600-h/100_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289041439359435010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SWZzKqNXAQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xIOn2TaJipA/s320/100_1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brian Stokes Mitchell Cookie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought i would finish up the story of my lover, Brian Stokes Mitchell. We had a great couple of weeks. Then one day I went check on him and I found a horrific sight. I found my dear lover of a cookie limbless in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt in order to honor the memory of this dear cookie, I had to do the impossible. Slowly I brought Brian to my mouth and with a heartfelt flex of my jaw muscle, i bit down eating his left arm....mmmm....then his legs...oooo...then his head. Brian...you are so tasty. That's right everyone!!!( and by everyone I mean Karen-my only true reader who leaves good comments) this cocoa frosted cookie of mine was just as delicious as he looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SWZzmHE1RVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XIAkKZorEOQ/s1600-h/100_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289041910964766034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SWZzmHE1RVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XIAkKZorEOQ/s320/100_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SWZzdRX90TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EMPOBRSb-o4/s1600-h/100_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289041759110549810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SWZzdRX90TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EMPOBRSb-o4/s320/100_1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-3654457167057056561?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3654457167057056561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=3654457167057056561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3654457167057056561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3654457167057056561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-cookie.html' title='The Story of a Cookie.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SWZzKqNXAQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xIOn2TaJipA/s72-c/100_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7104794933400887320</id><published>2008-12-29T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:03:38.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Stoke Mitchell Cookie'/><title type='text'>Christmas: a time to fall in love...with cookies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cookies. love them. Sugar cookies with frosting are my favorite. Made correctly, i love them fourth only to Ice cream (1) French Fries w/ ketchup (2) and Aspen Grove Bacon (3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one cookie however that has recently caputured my heart. His name is Brian Stokes Mitchell cookie. He is made of tasty cocoa frosting in order to capture his ethinic delicousness. He comes complete with detailed buttons, cufflinks, Bow tie, curly hair, Microphone and belters mouth. e ah e ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SVmV4cCF4PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WsItf0qfMa8/s1600-h/101_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285420434526167282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SVmV4cCF4PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WsItf0qfMa8/s320/101_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SVmWPLiJVKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BrWvCjqxTB0/s1600-h/101_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285420825234199714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SVmWPLiJVKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BrWvCjqxTB0/s320/101_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7104794933400887320?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7104794933400887320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7104794933400887320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7104794933400887320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7104794933400887320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-for-cookies-and-handsy.html' title='Christmas: a time to fall in love...with cookies.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SVmV4cCF4PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WsItf0qfMa8/s72-c/101_0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6574236347022212882</id><published>2008-12-04T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:52:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!!!</title><content type='html'>With all the shows that take place at colleges, every main stage show is "adjudicated." This basically means that a faculty member from another University comes, watches the show and talks about what he/she liked, what worked and how the overall performances and show can be approved. It is also up to this Adujdicator to nominate 2-3 actors from the show to go to ACTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTF is a nation acting competition. Regionals are in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is it!!! I was one of two Actors nominated from Houseboat Honeymoon to go to california with my Fellow BYU nominees!!!! I am going to California.  I will choose a partner and we perform a scene. If i move on to the next round i do a monologue and more and more rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all this!!!! We are going to Disneyland!!! Holy cow! I love roller coasters and have never been to disneyland. This is the best news that i have gotten all year! I am lovin' life right now! Thanks to everyone who came to see me and to my director who casted and guided me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6574236347022212882?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6574236347022212882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6574236347022212882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6574236347022212882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6574236347022212882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news.html' title='Good News!!!'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-452473877823527423</id><published>2008-11-29T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:31:09.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then....</title><content type='html'>And then when everything seems to suck, I get a message from natalie my new roommate. At the end of the message of her telling me about her date, it says Love ya! Two words i long to hear said truthfully more than anything lately. It reminds me of Snow patrol, "these small words are sad too much or not enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't name a time this semester that when i have felt like this someone wasn't there, right there, to pick me up. Most of the time they had no idea what i'd been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this when I know, without a doubt in my mind, I have a father. A father that is guiding me and seeing my hurts and loving me. Doing all this because he knows it's so much better than the alternative: Alice, an emotionally immature little girl that has no way to relate to others. I'll take whatever he wants to give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie has been the biggest answer to a prayer that i've had in the longest time. This summer at aspen grove was the most emotionally confusing and ungrounded time in my life. The first time the rug was pulled out from under me was the night i met natalie. Even through my emotion outburst she still wanted to be my friend.  Everytime stuff after that happened whether good or bad Natalie lended a listening ear and a truthful response.  Natalie was my present from heavenly father with tag that said "You're not in this alone. Good luck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-452473877823527423?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/452473877823527423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=452473877823527423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/452473877823527423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/452473877823527423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-then.html' title='and then....'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-1712470465135357277</id><published>2008-11-29T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:17:22.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging randoms</title><content type='html'>I am back in Provo...good ole p-town. Ya know people from price make fun of me cause I love provo and BYU. Then i see the same people from High School....looking the same as they did in high school and acting the same way. So I watched Sweet Home Alambama. I felt like her. Everytime I go to price i feel like i need to grab people and say get out of here! Then I see how stuck up Reese was in that movie. I don't want to be like that. And what do I have in comparison to Reese? She had a clothing line, was on the cover of W magazine and living in New York. All I can say is that my education is from a university....my major is acting. Good grief. My friends came to visit me in Price and we were going to do a double date but i could not honestly think of someone in Price that was my age and not married.  I still feel really really blessed that i am attending BYU. Price is just not my cup of tea. I can't stand going there. Maybe it's for other, deeper reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I just couldn't wait to come back to provo. It seems now that the only reasons i couldn't wait to come back are no longer a primary part of my life. The other night i had a dream about how much i missed Sarah and I couldn't stop crying in the dream. This isn't an exaggeration. I am having a hard time coming home an not having them there. They really were the closest friends and i consider them family that i have. I will wager that Sarah knows me better than anyone save for the big man upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most depressing blog i have ever written. yikes. Feels good though. Sarah and Enge were safe. They were always there. Now i am dealing with all these other inconstants flying at me like i am in the  middle of a tornado. I am not really good in dealing with the unknown. I hate feeling powerless. And now it's as if i need to trust completely in the wheather man that's telling me that the only debris that will hit me are foam blocks and soon the house will stop spinning. Maybe I'll wake up in Oz. Then again I don't want to land on a witch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-1712470465135357277?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1712470465135357277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=1712470465135357277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1712470465135357277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1712470465135357277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogging-randoms.html' title='Blogging randoms'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7101503890994424411</id><published>2008-11-16T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:49:55.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houseboat Honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>Ok i realize that i haven't blogged in a long time! i'm sorry...so here are some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Show Opened! ahhhhh Tech week was crazy. Rehearsals until 12 am and one saturday we were there from 9 til four. But now the run has begun and it is great to finally have some laughs! Of course the director and stage manager laughed but towards the end they didn't just because they had seen it a million times. The best part is that now people laugh at random parts and the parts that the director thought were the funniest...bomb!  I am really excited for it to be happening. To be honest i hate hate hate the rehearsal process. I feel at my game when i am performing. That's why i love film. It's very ready and go! I am more honest in my work when i don't have time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....what else can i update on. OH! My missionaries are doing well. I get a letter from sarah almost every week and they are at least 6 pages long. I love it!!! When i write to her i feel like it's my journal cause i practically have and do tell sarah everything. Dang I miss them. Saturday morning was hard. I went to the temple for the first time since they left. I always went to the temple with them. I cried in the waiting area...and a lot on the way home cause i listened to "Come Thou fount" and drove by the MTC. That's sarah's song. It was just a hard day including the fact that i found out a good friend's dad died in plane crash. He was a bishop from Price and a really amazing man. I remember when Mika (his daughter) and i would hang out he would always be so nice to me. I loved going boating with them cause her mom and dad were so friendly and patient with me while i would wipe out over and over. It's a sad thing to happen to such a great family and he'll be missed. My day was made better by a friend taking me out to lunch and my roommate making me hot cocoa after i got home from the temple with puffy and blood shot eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life updates will not be shared on the blog...i might as well post them on facebook. NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7101503890994424411?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7101503890994424411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7101503890994424411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7101503890994424411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7101503890994424411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5265544864438665901</id><published>2008-10-31T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:12:00.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music 161 Voice Technique...Alice's happy place</title><content type='html'>I love love love my voice technique class. I am learning so so so much...well i feel like a learned more today than i ever have. I'll explain in the Stephen # 3 section. But first i would love to share why i love the class so much. I am so happy in this class, it's like a release of the real world. Even when i am ridiculously frustrated i just am so happy. The happiest i have felt all semester. (toobad the semester will end!) i feel like I can totally be myself in this class unlike all my other acting classes. I think it is merely because there are non-Acting major in it. Media music people are my new favorite people. I mostly hang out with a group of 5 men that amazingly awesome. This is basically what i wrote to sarah but i will write it here because it is humorous and i love to humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven #1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love this kid. Skinny. You would see him in a alternative acoustic band wearing skinny jeans and vans. He has the prettiest eyes! We share frustrations about belting together. It's a nice bonding tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Steven #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know much about this steven except that he is married, we are facebook friends and i am highly entertained by the faces he makes when he sings. Really nice guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alden:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Alden has the look of an attractive punk rocker than you would throw your under garmets at attending one of his concerts. But on the other hand he has that classic look so he is a totally gentleman. i am pretty sure the "big boys" in my major are extremely intimidated by his confidence and looks. I love to see them weak. haha jk...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Married. Brazilian...or so he claims. Alden and I have a pact to blackmail him into singing our songs for us. We will threaten to deport him. This guy can sing like Ewan Mcgregor. No joke. He sang "My song"...ya that's right! by Elton john. he can belt like nobodies business. It's known that if we can't do it, Elton can. Well! i can have babies...can you do that Elton? Ya! didn't think so. what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephen#3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have a problem with this ste(ph)(v)en. You see...everytime this one opens his mouth and exudes the heavenly sound that is his voice I begin to giggle uncontrollably. If someone knows me really well they will know that if i talk about something i really like or experience the same my eyes water. So here i am sitting in my chair eyes watering and giggling like a 12 year old. Maybe it's because he sounds like josh groban...singing to me within touching distance. No touchy! bad alice!&lt;br /&gt;This stephen deserves a second paragraph. Today we spent an hour after class singing and hanging out. he helped me so much!! (hence the learning so much) I finally sounded right and felt the placements. Man he can sing...Here is the thing my friends, he has a girlfriend. I am pretty sure i would have a little girl crush on him if he didn't have one so i am actually quite glad that i don't cause i enjoy his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;(ya that's right 3rd paragraph) AND!!! another good thing is because, I don't know if anyone knows this about me but, I have BAD LUCK with boys that have girlfriends. Actually the truth is that i have good luck with taken boys. that is bad! I won't go into my examples but if you are a close enough friend, ask me to tell you the stories someday. Anyways. Sad day. It would be like having my own personal Josh Groban. That's ok. I can still listen to him, both josh and my friend stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other media music majors i must mention are &lt;strong&gt;Rachel and Heather&lt;/strong&gt;. Beautiful beautiful girls! I love them so much! I don't really have stories about them save for the fact that we have so much fun and they laugh at me when i giggle and hug myself anytime Stephen sings. so there you have it my loved ones, Music 161 with acting and media music majors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pictureshowman.com/images/articles/Articles_graphics/Singing_in_Rain/Singing_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-5265544864438665901?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5265544864438665901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5265544864438665901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5265544864438665901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5265544864438665901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-161-voice-techniquealices-happy.html' title='Music 161 Voice Technique...Alice&apos;s happy place'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-4788029174767470722</id><published>2008-10-31T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:05:36.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things....</title><content type='html'>So today is Halloween. Whoop tee do. What will I be? a 50 year old woman who is obesessed with dogs and talks to her dead mother. aka. i have rehearsal. :)&lt;br /&gt;     I would much rather do this that do what i would be doing...a big fat load of nothing! Oh wait, i will be taking a quiz for new testament. I should have been studying today but i sent yet another letter/package to sarah in the MTC. Earlier this week i sent her and enge candy and letters. Then the next day i got a letter from sarah (or i checked the mail and got a letter from sarah). Then again today I sent her chapstick and a letter. The truth is that a cute boy mailed my package the first time...so i am determined to be a better support to sarah and send her more packages ;).&lt;br /&gt;    I am ridiculously amazed at how much I love writing sarah. I can't fit enough in! And i end up writing her all week, adding stuff last minute as i did today. Maybe it's because i miss her so much...no...that can't be it. ha! Anyways I get sad because i don't get to see her reaction to my letters. I love love love her letters. They make me crack up! And mostly i write her all of my stories. For example: My voice technique class. See other post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-4788029174767470722?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4788029174767470722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=4788029174767470722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4788029174767470722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/4788029174767470722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-things.html' title='A few things....'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6368502540089475833</id><published>2008-10-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:59:05.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The random things of life....</title><content type='html'>This semester i have started writing down when someone says something to me that i think to be hilarious. These are the types of things that lead me to believe that occasionally we step out of "normal" life and merge into the world of prime-time sitcoms/dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example...I cannot express to you how often i notice the natural comedic timing life has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THis&lt;/span&gt; is a recent phone conversation i had with my nephew&lt;br /&gt;Me: Schuyler! you have a girl Friend&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: yeah (in a very "too-cool-for-school" fashion)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: well...tell me about her.&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: well...she's OBSESSED with me&lt;br /&gt;me: (after a fit of giggles) she's obsessed with you?&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: that's what everyone tells me&lt;br /&gt;Me: have you kissed her yet&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: No(said it what only can be described in a reaction as if i had killed the pope)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok...so have you held her hand yet?&lt;br /&gt;Schuyler: well she tricked me into once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't all relationships be like this?? oh ya that's right because most relationship are based off of love and trust...not obsession and tricking someone to hold you hand. Although i do think this wouldhelp some relationships. :) ...til next time. Ask me about this one&lt;br /&gt;Me:How's that girl?&lt;br /&gt;Man: well i would break up with her but she makes me cookies! (one hour later he was asking me to make him cookies...he just wants me for my bod)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6368502540089475833?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6368502540089475833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6368502540089475833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6368502540089475833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6368502540089475833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-things-of-life.html' title='The random things of life....'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8436445425653790831</id><published>2008-10-18T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:13:50.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Princess Qualities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare yourself...this post is going to get a bit concieted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been noticing that most of the compliments i recieve revolve around a certain topic. ok not all the compliments but My eyes and my bangs and hair are constantly reminding people of disney princesses. For example : "Alice i always love your bangs! they look like The little mermaid's bangs." And then I ask myself, "In or out of the water?"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cartoondollemporium.com/disney/ariel4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I mean check these puppies out! even whilst kissing this hunk of a man they still potrude a good three inches from her face....i'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj198/mzshey2x/jasmine-2_phixr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Does anyone recall Princess Jasmine? I submit the only two differences between her eyes and mine are that mine are blue and I go squinty eyed when i smile. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other such qualitiesinclude: ability to speak to animals, incredible cleaning skills, and the ability to woo men within in days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q246/U8B/Pocahontas/pocahontas-39.jpg" border="0" /&gt; but last! My favorite princess is pocahontas...what do we remember about pocahontas besides her undying devotion and loyalty....her hair and awesome clothes....I present the following proof.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SPpB3y1rD0I/AAAAAAAAADs/Wn55TyLtHc0/s1600-h/100_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258587941703978818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="275" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SPpB3y1rD0I/AAAAAAAAADs/Wn55TyLtHc0/s400/100_1447.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SPpCGuBjOSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xrwfWSSd7aU/s1600-h/pocahontas+save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258588198109657378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SPpCGuBjOSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xrwfWSSd7aU/s320/pocahontas+save.jpg" border="0" /&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;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;Apparently i am the live action version of the Disney princess Walt forgot to create. Any suggestions of a name and story? &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/8526926921090727514-8436445425653790831?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8436445425653790831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8436445425653790831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8436445425653790831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8436445425653790831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/disney-princess-qualities.html' title='Disney Princess Qualities'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q246/U8B/Pocahontas/th_pocahontas-39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6734284004701577401</id><published>2008-10-15T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:05:45.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say that breaking up is hard to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SPbYzIUlJ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/0kwaL1H8bAQ/s1600-h/Sarah+and+alice+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257627987920365474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SPbYzIUlJ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/0kwaL1H8bAQ/s400/Sarah+and+alice+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Saying goodbye is hard. Just in the past couple of months I have said goodbye to a total of 4 of some really good friends. This blog is dedicated to the beauty that is Sarah Hughes, my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Sarah went into the MTC today. I wouldn't have done anything differently. She flew on tuesday after which i joined her family for a tradition last meal: Family style chinese food at the Chinatown Resturant. After that Sarah's family gave me the best present. I skipped rehearsal and Sarah and I spent the whole night just hanging out and talking. The next day i skipped class. Sarah went in at 12. We pretended that I was her sister and I got to join the family in seeing sarah off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang! So hard! I don't really have a good track record either. These are my experiences with the MTC : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; my sister went to baltimore. I didnt' go to the MTC cause i was too heart broken. Instead i layed on my Gma's couch, cried and watched her cable tv...I assume it was animal planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt;Seeing my brother off. Freak! I thought that was the hardest...just wait...here it comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Sorella Hughes. I am pretty sure i cried harder than her parents. I felt bad. Oh well. I got my hug and stepped out of the way for the family time. Just when i thought it would be 18 months before i talked to her, she reached out and grabbed my hand. I told her i would wait for her and that i would see her in white. She replied that she would save me a spot in line for the ferris wheel (Charly reference...a very deep inside joke we share). She exited and took another look and she gave one more wave. Thats when it really set in. Something happened the minute we left the crying room and my first thought was that I had to tell sarah! HA! she'll have to wait a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Sarah has been the best friend that i have ever had. I can't begin to describe what her friendship has meant to me. I love her...and most importantly i know more than anything what preaching the gospel means to her. I am so excited for her to finally have the opportunity to help people in a greater way than all the rest...this has been one of her lifelong goals. I know more that we will be friends for life and nothing will change that. 18 months, psh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6734284004701577401?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6734284004701577401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6734284004701577401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6734284004701577401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6734284004701577401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-that-breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='They say that breaking up is hard to do...'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SPbYzIUlJ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/0kwaL1H8bAQ/s72-c/Sarah+and+alice+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-5783218702538619416</id><published>2008-10-09T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:11:28.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HFAC'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Girl!!! the newest addition to heroes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a new superhero power. I can sleep through anything. I have yet to test my powers to their full extent but alas i feel i owe this to genetic mutation caused by exhaustion. Here are some examples of my mutation: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) I plopped myself down on this comfy carpet in the HFAC one day to memorized lines. The next thing i know my partner is waking me up 45 min later to rehearse. I hadn't change positions, the room was empty and my hand was numb from using it as a pillow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) In my classical voice class we are learning heroic build. It includes taking a ridiculously long speech and building in pitch and intensity with every line. By the middle of the speech you are basically yelling (but supported as not to develope vocal nodes...boo aspen grove!) Alas I fell asleep in class sitting up right while students exclaiming about crispian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) I'll shorten this one. Today was yoga. I got through three yoga moves before my friend was waking me up at the end of class. did my teacher care? ha! no. I love my major. He understood that I was taking 17 credits, in rehearsal 5 days a week, it's mid-terms, and that i am on campus from 8 til ten! yowsa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-5783218702538619416?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5783218702538619416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=5783218702538619416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5783218702538619416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/5783218702538619416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleeping-girl-newest-addition-to-heroes.html' title='Sleeping Girl!!! the newest addition to heroes.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-3776214001328082148</id><published>2008-10-09T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:55:02.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pants'/><title type='text'>The evolution of my opinion on pants</title><content type='html'>Let's beg a question. If I had the choice of wearing pants....ok this is stupid. I don't like pants. That's right, Alice is a raving anti-pant...ite. My condition in the past has been to the level where without thinking and not by my own accord i will walk in my apartment and proceed to remove my pants. My old roommates of course were used to this. My roommates at aspen grove however would have to accept the fact that I would very often give them a free show. IN FACT!!! I take my pants off in my sleep. I feel since we are sharing i must include this. Yes, that's right my friends. Alice periodically wakes up with out pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok to the point. This semester i have lived in sweats. I love sweats. It's like they aren't there. But here is where the evolution takes place. I also love to look cute. I don't know if any one knows this but it is hard to look cute in sweats...well...unless you are me. hehe. But anyways I have found myself changing back into my cute clothes knowing full well that i will only take them off again in an hour.   Clothing schedule for TTH is thus: 8-pjs to normal clothes 9- change into BYU issue to pump some iron 11- Normal clothes 12- Yoga clothes 1-normal 10-pjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. I never thought i'd say it...but i am sick of getting naked all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-3776214001328082148?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3776214001328082148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=3776214001328082148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3776214001328082148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/3776214001328082148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/evolution-of-my-opinion-on-pants.html' title='The evolution of my opinion on pants'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-8523114519793036130</id><published>2008-09-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:18:55.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow! It's Friday! ...the number 50 is on my mind</title><content type='html'>Oh how the weeks fly by. I guess being in rehearsal from 7-10 every tuesday-friday and saturday 9-12 helps time go by fast. Houseboat Honeymoon is coming along great! This picture is my water bottle representing "Nana" in am urn. I usually get strange looks from the cast as I take a drink from her periodically. Nana is my mother who is awaiting reincarnation and who I talk to as if she is a pet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250364264895578370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SN0KezaBgQI/AAAAAAAAACk/ty0yBqX-tSg/s320/100_1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our memorized or off-book date is Oct. 3rd but that shouldn't be too bad. I'll tell you what is hard though! Learning to walk like a Hypochondriac 50 year old with "back problems." I think I am just going to picture my parents...wait....that came out wrong. Correction: I'll think of my parents ten years ago (HA!) and minus the hypochondria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;On the subject of middle aged women:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my stage combat class we are learning our first fight. This fight includes everything from eye gouges to punches, from head locks to tackles that result in flipping me over! My partners age.....(insert drum roll here) approximately 50 yrs. old! Not only is she over 50 years old but has a slow body resulting in even slower reflexes. Example: A portion of our fight includes slaps...but today practice included me slapping her hand and then turning  her head for her. (This was after she accidentally slapped my in the face doing a nap in our punch to the head). This sounds as if i am poking fun...this is not my intent. My intention is to merely add to the humor of this situation. And here is the kicker: She wins our choreographed fight! That's right! In the last phase of the fight Alice gets worked with a knee to the stomach, kick to the groin, captain kirk to the back, kick to the stomach and finally a kick to the head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it funny how the HFAC world reflects real life? ...cause i usually start fights with middle ages women who cream my trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...mom you will be happy to know that I got a 100% on my first quiz of the semester. I bet you were scared i was going to go back to the whole #50 thing huh? ha! fooled you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans for the weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man. I have rehearsal from 9-12 and then 2 dates! That's right, still got it! One of them is to Tucanos. mmmm. I have heard good things. I will try hard to maintain lady like composure surrounded by all that food...and meat no less....excuse me while i salivate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-8523114519793036130?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8523114519793036130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=8523114519793036130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8523114519793036130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/8523114519793036130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-cow-its-friday-number-50-is-on-my.html' title='Holy Cow! It&apos;s Friday! ...the number 50 is on my mind'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SN0KezaBgQI/AAAAAAAAACk/ty0yBqX-tSg/s72-c/100_1563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-6187283710402374208</id><published>2008-09-21T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:52:48.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspen Grove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Sometimes Parents DO know best...weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason #1: Alice + football = Happy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This semester I recieved an academic scholarship from BYU. As kind of a congrats my parents got me an All-Sports Pass. This shows how much they know me and my love for college football. I am writing this special blog to say THANK YOU SOOO MUCH. Yesterday's football game was a blast. We beat Wyoming 44-0. My roommate Natalie couldn't go so she gave me her football ticket to do with what I will. My parents couldn't come (silly melon days!) so i asked my old Roommate Rebecca to come! It was so fun. &lt;u&gt;Highlights:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Reba! I got to spend all day with her and hear all about her life. Man! she is hot stuff...3 dates in one weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNahDr6aWwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R91Fk6pqJeE/s1600-h/100_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248559500446292738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNahDr6aWwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R91Fk6pqJeE/s200/100_1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.The BYU Jokers! By far the craziest football fans ever. They borrowed my facepaint from the Aspen Grove days. As you can see they struck fear into many hearts...including mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNahz0FM6RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HQ5EPQiks0Y/s1600-h/100_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560327272753426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNahz0FM6RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HQ5EPQiks0Y/s200/100_1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason #2: Aspen Grove&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have my awesome parents to thank for talking me into doing Aspen Grove not only the first summer but also the second summer. How many awesome friends and experiences I have gained? Too many to count! Most especially my new beautiful roomie Natalie. I love to laugh and natalie makes me laugh all the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNajY3HUNKI/AAAAAAAAACE/kinHlP3TPVA/s1600-h/100_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248562063253714082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNajY3HUNKI/AAAAAAAAACE/kinHlP3TPVA/s200/100_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I cannot replace any of the wonderful memories from Aspen Grove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNald5EG6-I/AAAAAAAAACU/B2PzESmcFAI/s1600-h/100_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248564348699732962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNald5EG6-I/AAAAAAAAACU/B2PzESmcFAI/s200/100_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563538748769730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNakuvwwBcI/AAAAAAAAACM/gmtrKk73e1I/s200/100_1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-6187283710402374208?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6187283710402374208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=6187283710402374208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6187283710402374208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/6187283710402374208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-parents-do-know-bestweird.html' title='Sometimes Parents DO know best...weird.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNahDr6aWwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R91Fk6pqJeE/s72-c/100_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-7871218156060495057</id><published>2008-09-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:48:43.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houseboat Honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Lifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Hopeful for the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This fall was something that I was intensely dreading. I would be going into it without my dear friends that I have been with since good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' freshman year. They are both going on missions and of course I am so happy and proud of them...yet still it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to admit that I will miss them more than i have ever missed anything in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The beginning of the semester is always hard to adjust to and with the previous subject on top of that I was beginning to burst!!! But really I am so excited for this semester for the following reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; My new roommates Natalie and Suzanne are wonderful. I am always a big fan of people that can see the good outcome in everything and these two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt; exemplify that very well. I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2:&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; More so than at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; time in my life, I am independent. All of my roommates have very busy lives (as do I) so i am excited for this time develop my independence. I love people but sometimes I love them more than myself. Say it with me now....I love me....I am happy with me...I need to stop talking to...me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Houseboat Honeymoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a part in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; production this semester. It will take up a huge chunk of my semester! rehearsals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;- Friday 7-10 and Saturday 9-12. I like being busy. It is going to be really fun. I play a girl called Jeanie who is obsessed with her "special chair" and her mother. Did i mention her mother is cremated and Jeanie likes to dress up the Urn? ya, that's right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;4: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weight Lifting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; This is the most active semester that I have had thus far at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;! I have stage combat (If anyone wants to learn how to kick someone in the face/groin, I am your woman) and modern dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MWF&lt;/span&gt; and Weight lifting and yoga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TTH&lt;/span&gt;. Adding on top of the show, which is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;farce&lt;/span&gt;. I love it! Granted I am sore...but this sore just feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;goooood&lt;/span&gt;. MAN! if you thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alice&lt;/span&gt; had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' awesome bod before...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;skadoosh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;---that's my way of saying that it's better now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...bad joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*So all in all, this semester is going to fun...hard...lonley but I won't let that get me down! Always look on the bright side of life ...do do do dodo do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-7871218156060495057?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7871218156060495057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=7871218156060495057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7871218156060495057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/7871218156060495057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hopeful-for-fall.html' title='Hopeful for the Fall'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-1282556479723463121</id><published>2008-09-16T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:58:01.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorrilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspen Grove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Callback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rooney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>One Wild and Crazy Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This was by far one of the craziest and funnest weekends I have had in quite a while. Only 0ne thing could have added to it's attraction : my best friends ...aka Sarah, Enge, and Rebecca. Alas these are things i couldn't have. BUT! I did have my awesome new roommate Suzanne. It all began on a friday night....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247170268650683970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGxjwLqPkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/daOlDy95vHg/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' Awesome Dance: This stake dance (i was not a member of said stake) consisted of Noel, Suzanne and I being trend setters and rocking out to the live band. I think this band only had one person under&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNanJ7pUfAI/AAAAAAAAACc/9TCNV5avnBc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248566204818553858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNanJ7pUfAI/AAAAAAAAACc/9TCNV5avnBc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the age of 45 in it. Never the less we danced our hearts out! I love how dances just end up being 2 hours of cardio. I had not been to a dance in a long time and for sure it was high time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Callback&lt;br /&gt;And here was where the weekend began! Unfortunatley Friday night had to be cut short in order for me to aquire an ample amount of sleep for a callback I had the next morning. So I woke up at 7:30 (an hour to sleep in! woot!) and was at the callback by 9. It went really well, but by the end of the THREE hour callback I was wondering if i indeed would recieve a part. This had been my third call back in less than 1 1/2 weeks. The great thing about these was that i knew my audition rocked and i knew i had done my best. So overall i knew for sure if i didn't get into these plays that it was for a reason. The big guy upstairs knows more that me!&lt;br /&gt;so the callback ended around 12 and from there i had to book it up to work.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work at good ol' Aspen Grove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Oh how can i describe how much i have loved working at Aspen Grove. My times at aspen grove have been one of the biggest influences to some many aspects in my life. I can't even begin to describe how much of myself and my growth as a person is due to my times at AG.&lt;br /&gt;so once again i had the opportunity to hang out with awesome kids all day and call it work. We played marshmello wars, mafia, Castle camo and had an overall good time. The best part (which is kinda prideful) was that this age group was a lot older than the kids i had this summer...hence...they understood more intelligent wit and humor that i so naturally have ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247170988460092658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGyNprmLPI/AAAAAAAAABE/7nXwx7iNtGE/s320/100_1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After completing work, i got in my car only to discover that i had a voicemail. The voicemail was from the director of the show i auditioned for and he offered me a part. Man guys...oh just wait it gets even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGyqN99LBI/AAAAAAAAABM/rDFbhwvineQ/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247171479237110802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGyqN99LBI/AAAAAAAAABM/rDFbhwvineQ/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me a nice girl at the callback told me about a Rooney Concert going down at Spoon Me (local yogurt place...kind gross...but kinky name!) Rooney has been one of my favorites ever since a dear friend aka SARAH introduced me. Ever since then we have basked in cruel and womanizing lyrics that Robert Carmine (Lead Singer) so attractivly belts out. For example : "I'm a terrible person. I read her diary. I'm not to be trusted. I told all of her secret to the guys in town. They all laugh and give me high fives. oh ya!"&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking mom, oh wow! what a good influence. No! Great example!!!! of boys not to date or trust or let see my diary!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! This blog is getting legnthy so i'll sum it up. I saw them, i swooned. The highlight: I reached my hand out to Robert as he as walking offstage maybe for some of his sweaty talent to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGzGQWKSTI/AAAAAAAAABU/UiE6HBoCZrg/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247171960911841586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGzGQWKSTI/AAAAAAAAABU/UiE6HBoCZrg/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rub off but instead i recieve and handshake....plus a pull in....plus his other hand on my shoulder...PLUS INCHES AWAY FROM HIS FACE he said to me....and get ready now..."Thank you very much." whew! i could have kissed him. I think it would have ruined the moment going from, "hey! her's a girl that would like to shake my hand because she enjoys my music," to ,"Hey! here's a girl that just wants me for my bod." .....both which are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGzV5xogBI/AAAAAAAAABc/gWzPfo5Cp1k/s1600-h/100_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247172229730959378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGzV5xogBI/AAAAAAAAABc/gWzPfo5Cp1k/s320/100_1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where the wonderful weekend comes to an end...kinda. (I am going to include FHE)&lt;br /&gt;I drove up to Sandy to see my bestest friend Enge give her Farewell talk before leaving on her mission to Taiwan. I think i cried more that her during the talk. Sarah and Enge's friendship has been priceless to me and i will miss it dearly whilst they serve the lord. Enge talk was incredibly eloquent and poised. Her talent never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows of my love for the institution also known as Family Home Evening. My ward is also very entertaining. Combine the two and you have winning combination. For FHE we played "Lovers Leap." This is a very brutal game to get to know someone. Luckily the lucky guy who chose me as his partner was just as competitive as i was. AFter FHE we then had a stage combat fight. We are planning to do this on campus, staged as a lovers quarrel. The Highlight was that i had the privledge of participating a group movie project involving a confidencial Gorrilla suit. Let's just say that who ever gave me a ride home didn't want to take the monkey suit off just to put it back on again ....did i mention that he drives a scooter? Oh what a night. A scooter ride with boy in a monkey suit with the wind whipping my hair and the gorrilla's hair into my face. I could not stop laughing. At one point we talked about how his monkey suit was keeping me warm...a conversation i hope to have once again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS CONCLUDES the wild and crazy weekend. Please respond. build me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-1282556479723463121?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1282556479723463121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=1282556479723463121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1282556479723463121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/1282556479723463121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-wild-and-crazy-weekend.html' title='One Wild and Crazy Weekend.'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNGxjwLqPkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/daOlDy95vHg/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526926921090727514.post-2417388419386257845</id><published>2008-09-16T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:46:18.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it starts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have only one person to blame for my strange desire to create a blog: Karen. My dearest sister began her blog shortly before my 21st birthday and since I too have wanted to join the strange world of telling everyone who cares about the going-ons of my life. Hey! Who wouldn't want to read someone's journal? Welcome to alice's mind. Be gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526926921090727514-2417388419386257845?l=alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2417388419386257845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8526926921090727514&amp;postID=2417388419386257845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2417388419386257845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8526926921090727514/posts/default/2417388419386257845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicesshowcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-so-it-starts.html' title='And so it starts...'/><author><name>Alice Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03999992743731314401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnjrjNIqny4/SNBFhV3OudI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hcsddB_9jks/S220/bestness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
