<?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-5597532902380150502</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:01:32.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audge Podge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-8083537761752632167</id><published>2011-07-03T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:35:21.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey and Troy</title><content type='html'>I have always said I'm happy being single, and I really was happy. I got the opportunity to go on dates with lots of different types of guys but I always stayed single and happy. Then I fell in love. I first met Troy at a college rodeo in Logan 2 years ago in August. He worked with my brother at Alpine Cleaning and Restoration and they had been given tickets for the rodeo so James invited me. I was living in Logan with my grandparents and when they came to pick me up I was not sure what to expect. James had just said there was this new guy from work coming with us. I'm not sure what Troy's first impression of me was, but he laughed when I climbed into the truck and sarcastically asked why he drove a Ford. The rodeo was fun and by the end of the night I had agreed to fill in on a double date the next day horse back riding. I didn't have Troy's number and I didn't really know him so we didn't see alot of each other untill summer came. Troy bought a boat and James invited me to come a few times and I started hanging out more with the boys from Alpine. The real start came last December when Troy asked me to go to the Alpine Christmas party with him. A few weeks later I asked him on a double date with James. After that things moved little by little, a date every now and then, hanging out with a bunch of friends or family. Slowly I realized that this was a different kind of relationship than I've ever had. I really started liking Troy and everyone can see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625379061297310578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef7KexKEH5Y/ThFcc6OL63I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4eYaanZVd64/s320/troy%2Band%2Baud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-8083537761752632167?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/8083537761752632167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=8083537761752632167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/8083537761752632167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/8083537761752632167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2011/07/audrey-and-troy.html' title='Audrey and Troy'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef7KexKEH5Y/ThFcc6OL63I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4eYaanZVd64/s72-c/troy%2Band%2Baud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-5634190950379336127</id><published>2010-08-22T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:16:50.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/THHXdAO-hDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PEYvtskdr7A/s1600/125_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/THHWv0TR62I/AAAAAAAAAEU/a9OmBxymZwk/s1600/125_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508419936232532834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/THHWv0TR62I/AAAAAAAAAEU/a9OmBxymZwk/s320/125_3635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ashlie Howells out in Richmond riding horses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508420462104096978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/THHXObU1MNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/toHa86q32qs/s320/125_3637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy Hatch is a horse trainer and is always telling us we need to come ride the horses so Saturday, August 21, we had a little night ride. The dark wasn't the best for taking pictures so I didn't get a picture of James or JP in the chaps and cowboy hats but James, Justin (JP) Petersen, Troy, Ashlie and myself had lots of fun watching the lightning roll in as we rode through the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-5634190950379336127?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/5634190950379336127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=5634190950379336127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/5634190950379336127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/5634190950379336127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2010/08/horses.html' title='Horses'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/THHWv0TR62I/AAAAAAAAAEU/a9OmBxymZwk/s72-c/125_3635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-1257709083520817006</id><published>2010-07-12T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:13:45.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really should be cleaning my room right now!</title><content type='html'>I moved back in at Grandmas house after being with some friends for a few months and wow my room is a MESS!!!! I loaded up my car to bring stuff back and they had closed off the road so all my stuff sat in my car while I went to Smithfield and then work and then dancing and then got dumped into my room the next day before class! Then we had the Relay For Life this weekend. A 24 hr walk and fundraiser to help with cancer research. So by Saturday night I did not want to do anything but crawl into bed and sleep!!!  Now it's monday and FHE is over and I finally have time to get my stuff in some kind of order and what do I do? Get on facebook and then remember I havn't blogged for a long time and then saw all the new backgrounds and changed some pictures and now that it's about time for sleep I realize I really should've cleaned my room!!!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-1257709083520817006?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/1257709083520817006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=1257709083520817006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/1257709083520817006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/1257709083520817006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-should-be-cleaning-my-room.html' title='I really should be cleaning my room right now!'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-5663640059216610760</id><published>2010-01-26T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:47:11.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Isn't it interesting? ----LIFE----- People continue to come and go. Sometimes you feel like you are on top of the world and others you feel like it can't get any worse. One day it seems like you have all the right people there but then the next thing you know they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I think life has a lot to show. Nobody's perfect, no one stays forever. Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Mistakes teach lessons and also make you stronger. LIFE is always changing so let's sit back and relax and enjoy the ride! Don't forget to say I love you to the ones who mean the most. Don't forget to say please when you need something. Most important; don't forget to sy thank you to the ones you will never forget!&lt;br /&gt;LIFE may change, friends and family may change, you may change. Make the most of all the moments you have with each other. Smile, and change each day into a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-5663640059216610760?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/5663640059216610760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=5663640059216610760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/5663640059216610760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/5663640059216610760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2010/01/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-9209572250315933412</id><published>2009-11-21T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:09:46.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Swi46-SwR1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OP66_5DG9Xg/s1600/_MG_3964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406774675951863634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Swi46-SwR1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OP66_5DG9Xg/s320/_MG_3964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-9209572250315933412?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/9209572250315933412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=9209572250315933412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/9209572250315933412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/9209572250315933412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Swi46-SwR1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OP66_5DG9Xg/s72-c/_MG_3964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-7817611990827543073</id><published>2009-07-16T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:51:23.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sl-tz3RMQGI/AAAAAAAAADk/yVczyq5Ex2o/s1600-h/the+ring2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359193188115169378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sl-tz3RMQGI/AAAAAAAAADk/yVczyq5Ex2o/s320/the+ring2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone says a dimond is forever. Well this is not always the case. My mom and dad have been married for 25 years now and a few months ago my mom discovered her dimond in her wedding ring was gone. So she put her wedding ring aside and has been wearing a sterling silver ring with a CZ dimond in it. My dad has been looking at dimonds trying to find one to replace the old one with. He called me and told me he'd found one the other day. So i went to look at them and me and my sister picked out the perfect dimond. It was the neatest thing to go pick up that ring with the new dimond all set! It looks so pretty! She was so exited when my dad gave her the new ring! &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/5597532902380150502-7817611990827543073?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/7817611990827543073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=7817611990827543073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/7817611990827543073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/7817611990827543073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2009/07/ring.html' title='The Ring'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sl-tz3RMQGI/AAAAAAAAADk/yVczyq5Ex2o/s72-c/the+ring2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-7052080242513524058</id><published>2009-05-02T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:57:08.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just need to vent</title><content type='html'>so can i just vent for a minute? you really don't have to read it and most of it probably won't make sence but i just need to vent. my boss at payless- well i just don't like him. none of the girls i work with like him. i always try to avoid talking about him cause he makes me mad. I am usually good about keeping myself calm but i just can't stand him. i've been working at payless for a year and a half now and most of the time i've been practically running the store. he sits in the back room and 'does paperwork' most of his shift. when the store gets a visit and they say the store looks really good he tells them how he's been coaching and training alot and when they say the store needs improvements he tells them he's been so busy dealing with other stuff and hasn't spent alot of time in his store. he has been in a super bad mood lately too. he keeps "coaching" us. really he's just telling us we're not doing our job right. but we're doing way more than what he ever does! the weekends are always the worst. he has only ever worked one sunday in the past 2 years if not longer but everyone else has to rotate and work about one a month. saturdays are hard too. usually he will make up big projects we need to finish and then go check on another store or go on a really long lunch. we usually get an hour long lunch but he will either come back really early or stay longer. but if anyone else is even a few minutes late they get in trouble. this has been a super long week because he has had so many projects and has done nothing. today he was in the back room most of the day like always and we were really busy. he had 2 people who were on call and one had asked for the day off cause she was moving. so by 6:00 he decided he needed to call someone in and he called the one who was moving. then when she came he had more 'paperwork' in the back to do so me and the other girl were left alone in the messy store to help customers and clean everything up. while the other girl was helping them i straightened the shoes. payless is a pretty big store and we have a ton of shoes. i had to straighten about every shoe in the whole store. there was one other girl called in to help me but my boss only had her stay about 15 minutes and then had her leave again. anyways i ended up giving him my 2 weeks notice. i have a good job at the school and i don't want to have a bad attitude every time i work but it's hard to be cheerful when you work with him and he sits in the backroom and complains about a long day while you run the store.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to be gone from there. i really will miss the girls i work with but i for sure won't miss having to do both my job and his!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-7052080242513524058?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/7052080242513524058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=7052080242513524058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/7052080242513524058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/7052080242513524058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-need-to-vent.html' title='I just need to vent'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-4284834421576476839</id><published>2009-03-19T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:43:44.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I grew up in a beauty salon....well sorta. My mother is a beautician. She started cutting the neighbors hair in high school and then when to school and got her license. Then she met my father and they got married. They had 5 kids so working in a salon wasn't realistic anymore. But she still did some coloring and perming and hair cuts from our house. So we kinda grew up around it all. It's been fun to see how everything works and to learn all about hair products and how to do this or that...like hair color. Everyone knows that if you only see me every once in a while, I'll have a different hair color every time you see me. The best thing about it all is that I have never paid for a hair cut or color. I've saved so much money by coloring my own hair and letting my mom cut it! Well not too long ago I was needing something new in my life. I was talking to a co-worker one day just after she'd cut her hair and we were talking about change. I've always wanted that "A" line hair cut but I've never had the guts to do it. But I made up my mind and on wednesday the 18th of March I went to Shea at the "Cutting Edge" (here in Logan-it's the same girl who did my sisters hair for here wedding and the same one who cuts my mom's hair) I'm 20 years old and for the first time ever got my hair washed at the salon in the sweet chair, and then I sat in front of the mirror and she put my hair in a ponny tail and chopped it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNJBtj_sDI/AAAAAAAAADM/y_Fq3LXp4us/s1600-h/short+hair8.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNJBtj_sDI/AAAAAAAAADM/y_Fq3LXp4us/s320/short+hair8.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315172278986584114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the hair i'm donating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNIy5nkz4I/AAAAAAAAADE/2pGFBnK_fOg/s1600-h/short+hair7.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNIy5nkz4I/AAAAAAAAADE/2pGFBnK_fOg/s320/short+hair7.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315172024524787586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shea is making me pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNHyw2N10I/AAAAAAAAACU/18kxagHyjpQ/s1600-h/short+hair2.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNHyw2N10I/AAAAAAAAACU/18kxagHyjpQ/s320/short+hair2.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315170922658649922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNHdL7nT6I/AAAAAAAAACM/TGMynqr7-44/s1600-h/short+hair1.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNHdL7nT6I/AAAAAAAAACM/TGMynqr7-44/s320/short+hair1.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315170551971925922" 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/5597532902380150502-4284834421576476839?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/4284834421576476839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=4284834421576476839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/4284834421576476839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/4284834421576476839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-grew-up-in-beauty-salon.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/ScNJBtj_sDI/AAAAAAAAADM/y_Fq3LXp4us/s72-c/short+hair8.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-7351991934404701559</id><published>2009-03-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:49:37.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday surprise</title><content type='html'>So the surprise of a life time came about a month ago now but I kinda forgot my password to get on my blog...ha ha. So here we go!&lt;br /&gt;   Well i turned 20 on January 22nd. I'm not one of those people that likes to make a big deal about my own birthday. So I was planning to just get a few people to go to firehouse to eat dinner and have a little dinner party. Little did I know know that my best friend, Amy Russell, was planning something different. For about 3 weeks before my birthday she started lying to me. I didn't know what was going on but she was secretly talking to all my friends and planning a huge party. She got a few numbers from other friends and one night while I was asleep she stole my phone and got a bunch of other numbers of people she got to help out with the surprise.  So the day of my birthday i was SO exited to go get some pasta at firehouse. I was over at my cousins house trying to convince him to come to dinner. I was looking at his phone and go through the texts and saw one that was from some random 801 number and it said something about meeting at the church. I was just thinking Amy had talked to some people and we were going to play games or something. I called Amy when I had left cause we were  planning on meeting at Chelsey and Brady's house (my sister and brother-in-law) and Amy was so mad!!! I was like it's really not a big deal but to her it was. She didn't even want to talk to me when i got there. So we decided Amy would drive and we'd meet Chelsey and Brady there. We got out the door and almost to the sidewalk and a deep, unrecognizable voice yelled  "NOW! GO! go go go."   Guys with nylons over their heads came and dragged me and Amy into a blazer. The head kidnapper, and driver, was yelling at us to keep quiet and stop moving around. Then he pulled the car over, got out, came around to the back, got in and zip tied my hands and blindfolded me. Then they turned on loud screamo music and drove around like crazy. When we stopped, he pulled me out of the blazer and dragged me into a building into a big hollow sounding room. The zip ties broke as I got pulled along and when he took the blind fold off I was in the gym of the old church behind McDonalds (in Smithfield).  There, standing along the back wall of the gym was my family and a bunch of my friends. Some I worked with and some from my singles ward, and others I just had known since forever. It really was the best day!!!  Thanks everyone who helped make that surprise happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day after......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas02KLROnI/AAAAAAAAABU/eEVGHMYGB2A/s1600-h/100_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas02KLROnI/AAAAAAAAABU/eEVGHMYGB2A/s320/100_1048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308394690835462770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Amy Russel's dorm cause she said she had something for me....I opened the door and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas02ZK2aDI/AAAAAAAAABc/I8jCeIRy3SM/s1600-h/100_1050.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/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas02ZK2aDI/AAAAAAAAABc/I8jCeIRy3SM/s320/100_1050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308394694860236850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my exitement!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas02WE5XcIAABk/MunbCM2IYWI/s1600-h/100_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas02WE5XcI/AAAAAAAAABk/MunbCM2IYWI/s320/100_1051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308394694029958594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then justin tried to kidnapp me again. Good thing i didn't hit him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas7OiFi3vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/USkzVez1jDw/s1600-h/100_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas7OiFi3vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/USkzVez1jDw/s320/100_1057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308401706640531186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my car was decorated when i was leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas7ueXnsxI/AAAAAAAAACE/jbuUi8-9vvQ/s1600-h/100_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas7ueXnsxI/AAAAAAAAACE/jbuUi8-9vvQ/s320/100_1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308402255398417170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, it was raining and it was all soggy. They also wrote on it with shaving cream and it was all dripping off the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-7351991934404701559?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/7351991934404701559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=7351991934404701559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/7351991934404701559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/7351991934404701559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='The birthday surprise'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVLaQYPGfro/Sas02KLROnI/AAAAAAAAABU/eEVGHMYGB2A/s72-c/100_1048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-573930750059295949</id><published>2008-10-02T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:45:03.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What IS a blog?</title><content type='html'>Really? Everyone and there dog has a facebook, if not you've got a myspace page. Me, i have both. Don't worry, if you don't have either you've got your blog. But really, what is a blog? Some people post mostly pictures and others just tell about there lives. Why do we feel the need to have an online journal just so people can connect to us? What ever happened to hand written journals and a personal diary that you have a hidden lock on? Is it that we need to feel connected to more people at once?  Maybe the cyber scrapbook is less messy than pulling out the real pictures and glue or maybe you're already on the computer so it's easier just to write down what happened that day. Or maybe you just need to take out some of your feelings. Whatever the reason, blog away! I'm going to go watch a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-573930750059295949?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/573930750059295949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=573930750059295949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/573930750059295949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/573930750059295949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-blog.html' title='What IS a blog?'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597532902380150502.post-566986987738358194</id><published>2008-09-30T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:30:10.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggie blog</title><content type='html'>Hmm, what to say on my first blog? Well chelsey, you finally got me to start a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597532902380150502-566986987738358194?l=sparkyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/feeds/566986987738358194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597532902380150502&amp;postID=566986987738358194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/566986987738358194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597532902380150502/posts/default/566986987738358194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkyette.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloggie-blog.html' title='bloggie blog'/><author><name>Audrey Hunsaker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
