<?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-2504677456494648754</id><updated>2011-09-11T04:16:18.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living The Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></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-2504677456494648754.post-641957569298370555</id><published>2010-12-14T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:37:21.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running From The Po Po</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly my life is not that interesting. and when stuff happens... usually i forget about it within the next 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Boy(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(im expecting to spell things wrong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so as little juniors of our dear juab high, me and terr both decided that we wanted to meet some fellas. juab was hosting their annual Winter Classics Wrestleing event thingy and this was our oppertunity. sence we are old and have a car we decided that we wanted to go pretend that we are not from Juab and ask people where the high school was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out by Top Stop (in that area where the trucks park) was our first victoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 boys walking. the 1 in the middle obviously had a injury so the other 2 were helping him along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me speaking " hey sorry do you guys know where the high school is? we're not from here and we are kinda lost."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boy#1 "um yeah you get on the exit and get off at wendys.....(continues)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is trying to show off and act all smart but little does he know that it wasn't turning us on any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"oh ok thanks" and we start to drive away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wait!! can you give my friend a ride to super 8?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look over at terrika and then in her back seat and notice all 29backpacks and jackets and papers. then 2 seconds later all that stuff ended up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Injured boy gets in the car while the other 2 walk. who knows why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We try and make small talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"so whats your name?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"where you from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what happened?"........... WORST QUESTION TO ASK A WRESTLER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; they will tell you straight up. must i go on? i think not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we drop him off. i look down at my hoody and it turns out that i was wearing my "Juab Football" all along.. i took off my hoody in the freezing cold while its snowing on the other side of the glass. end of story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we decide we would do the same thing at wendys. it didnt occurr to me until just now that they probably thought we were morons because the high school is like 4 blocks from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyway we got to wendys and wasnt having any luck there so we decided to go across the street to arbys. we park and i get out of the car. shut my door and hear.."NO DONT SHUT YOUR DOOR!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well we locked the keys in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walk into arbys and stand by the door looking for anyone who looks like they could help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got desprite so we just started saying "pssstt!! hey! hey you!" they look "do you know how to break into a car?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one little red head, scared to death says "uh uh no" in that scared shaky voice. "its our car we just locked our keys in it and we arnt from here so we dont know what to do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know who works at arbys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... a lot of nephi people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so terrika calls her dad and we end up calling the police station. keep in mind its snowing and i dont have my jacket on... waiting outside for this cop to show up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pulls up and reaches for something in the back seat and wala i got myself i cops coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice work shaylee. nice work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2504677456494648754-641957569298370555?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/641957569298370555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/12/running-from-po-po.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/641957569298370555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/641957569298370555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/12/running-from-po-po.html' title='Running From The Po Po'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-4180667130560856403</id><published>2010-08-10T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:20:22.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We do what we can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;first of all let me give u a little back ground information about this tale im going to share. if you know my mother at all u will know that she has a deep obsession with these purple laughy taffys. so saturday they went to conoco and got a drink and got &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; laughy taffys (&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; for me&lt;strong&gt; 1&lt;/strong&gt; for tal and &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; for momma) me and talysha hid ours so we could get another one when they went for their "sunday drive" to conoco. so before they decided that thats where they wanted to go on sunday my dad got a little upset because he wanted to go around the loop but no one else wanted to so he was in his cave out back and mom went out to comfort him... my moms plan was to take her laughy taffy from saturday and eat it on the way over to conoco so she can get another one. mom and dad wasnt to thrilled of the idea of taking the princess daughters so we had to stay home... lucky for us we got our revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503988523637940354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TGIYZp9EIII/AAAAAAAAAFg/aKZHxZo1RGY/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we stole this out of the car and taped it to the window with a note that said.. "bring us candy or u will never see this again!!" with the door locked obviously.&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_5503988536049842898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TGIYaYMSutI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_9aXOZFCmhg/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hid under the window with our secret camera and took some pictures of her reading this. we soon found out that this evil smile of hers was because she thought the note said "bring us candy or u will never see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503988532579547874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TGIYaLQ6OuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/t51FVc6d8xM/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but she soon realized what it really said.. dont we feel loved?&lt;br /&gt;needless to say she found the camera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503988552631929410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TGIYbV9xSkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/A8J4riG6QSE/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;all of the sudden she didnt want to joke about her baby laughy taffy! she got all uptight and mean about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503997284644541058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TGIgXnPz0oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Tm-NFYMxMYQ/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wasnt too happy with us. but honestly all we could do was laugh. at this point i was on the ground rolling because i was laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503993745310061890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TGIdJmMtlUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n9BAgMsa5Sk/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they pulled out of the garage, we decided that our fun just wasnt over yet. we took the taffy off of the house door and put it on the car door and watched them drive about &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; feet with it on the car and then took it off because mom and dad said "its not funny. im not laughing" but we sure was. i hope that when i have children i can find humor in their stupid games. love ya mom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2504677456494648754-4180667130560856403?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/4180667130560856403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-do-what-we-can.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/4180667130560856403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/4180667130560856403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-do-what-we-can.html' title='We do what we can!'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TGIYZp9EIII/AAAAAAAAAFg/aKZHxZo1RGY/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-6358952434780466077</id><published>2010-06-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:35:53.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimatly Confused!! and Girlies Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TCuJhlHzRfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6pm32Cxor6s/s1600/YW+Girls+Camp+2010+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488631780874601970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TCuJhlHzRfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6pm32Cxor6s/s320/YW+Girls+Camp+2010+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have no idea how to run this little blog website thingy. so that is my excuse for not updating. i recently got rid of facebook and was thinking about excommunicating this stupid thing too! my problem is that i dont know how to run it and i dont really care to figure it out. some would say that i have a very short attention span... yet that may be true because when i get on to update i find myself looking up hot tv stars on google or something. i get sort of... destracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488635679642197314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TCuNEhKbnUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fVlnf0uwY-k/s320/YW+Girls+Camp+2010+001.JPG" /&gt;Girls camp was awesome. i now have a greater appreciation (not sure how to spell that. again i have a spelling i q of about a 4 year old.) for Miss Donna Lou Street. she is amazing and she does so much for all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488631798970011906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TCuJioiFUQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/enPn05jNw90/s320/YW+Girls+Camp+2010+039.JPG" /&gt;Beehives... oh the beehives. never thought that i would have enjoy them much but i did. they are all so funny. ( this is not all of them actually its only like 2 ha but to me they are all behives)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488635693154390994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TCuNFTf_U9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/M9RYkK5pMdI/s320/YW+Girls+Camp+2010+129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrika Ella Darth Veater. my friend, my partner in crime, my confodont! (i dont know what that is but Allie says it) i am very glad that she is in our ward now. im glad that we both got to go to girls camp and that we had a good ol time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488635687680535570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TCuNE_G67BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/91fiCAGYbKU/s320/YW+Girls+Camp+2010+103.JPG" /&gt;i loved being able to go with my sister and my mom. i am very greatful to have such a good family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that went smooth... well done shaylee!&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/2504677456494648754-6358952434780466077?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/6358952434780466077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimatly-confused-and-girlies-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/6358952434780466077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/6358952434780466077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimatly-confused-and-girlies-camp.html' title='Ultimatly Confused!! and Girlies Camp'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/TCuJhlHzRfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6pm32Cxor6s/s72-c/YW+Girls+Camp+2010+142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-1573957193310057138</id><published>2010-02-10T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:06:15.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captains and Cruise Ships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NGQInPO6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6NMEbqgQ-Bo/s1600-h/DSCF0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436766418170231714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NGQInPO6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6NMEbqgQ-Bo/s400/DSCF0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NGPviT1DI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sFvYu7dWWTE/s1600-h/DSCF0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436766411438674994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NGPviT1DI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sFvYu7dWWTE/s400/DSCF0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i changed it around a bit to fit my story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am stuck in mona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the week and can't get away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your alone on the pier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in West Palm Beach on your birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stormy night, reawake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stomach ache that ive acquired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from feeling down, things look grim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im so sick of being tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house lights go dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its depressing but what can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the midnight streets feel dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i am so used to driving with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brighter lights fill the night and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bluer skys reflect in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i inspect and analyze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of these dreams i dont recognize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're still up when the ships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the port prepare to set sail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comb the beach and put those blue flowers up in your ponytail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside my head you're voice is still resounding but what can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empty rooms feel cold when i am so used to being with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;count the stars, watch the waves absorb the summer sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and think of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you explore hidden coves and tiny island chains throughout the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you still, hear my voice, when im outside from over the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for what its worth, darling dear, i wish you were here cause i feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you were home we'd sing but since you've left i dont hear anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i feel so sad, i cant believe thinks are really that bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old captains and brand new cruise ships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sailing over the briney sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i crashed my beloved desk job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and swim through the depris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill cut loose leave this mad house all for the atlantic blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all stroll down your treelined drveway, and sail the ocean with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that went pretty well if i do say so my self. look it up its good but funny kinda. and i am having some stress moving the pictures around for some reason so just imagine&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/2504677456494648754-1573957193310057138?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/1573957193310057138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/02/captains-and-cruise-ships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/1573957193310057138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/1573957193310057138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2010/02/captains-and-cruise-ships.html' title='Captains and Cruise Ships'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NGQInPO6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6NMEbqgQ-Bo/s72-c/DSCF0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-350718994958796410</id><published>2009-12-10T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:13:20.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me Shaylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok so tuesday night i was texting my sister and telling her that i was hungry (because my mother went to young womans and was going to bring me back some pancakes. so i had not eatin). and she said "well thats to bad" being all rude and what not. and so i said please stop being so mean to me and she said "nope :)". so then i told her that i was going to start being mean to her to see how she likes the hurtful feelings that gathers inside. she said "thats fine with me". and thats exactly what i did. i stopped texting her for like a half hour and she said "why are you egnoring me?" i said because im being mean remember? she appoligized but i needed to know that she was really sorry for what she had done so i told her that she needed to make up a song and perform it in person for me and if she fails to write the wong then i would have a back up song. so here it is. i hope you like it (just imagine the tune)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413733701031532194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SyFyHi6LlqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y1khx2X2OuM/s400/DSCF0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shaylee, you know you are a girls best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your more than just a passing trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your like a treat from the candy store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH Shaylee, i love you more than icecream cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you more than bugs and snakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you more than all things mentioned before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH Shaylee! your extraordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your kinda short and hairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the color of a strawberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes Shaylee!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So forgive me shaylee, forgive me Shaylee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH Shaylee, i think its kinda scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant see you anywhere-y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels me with despair-y?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH Shaylee Im allergic the dairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna move to the prairie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and change my name to Larry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So forgive me shaylee, forgive me Shaylee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive. (x2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2504677456494648754-350718994958796410?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/350718994958796410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-me-shaylee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/350718994958796410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/350718994958796410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-me-shaylee.html' title='Forgive Me Shaylee'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SyFyHi6LlqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y1khx2X2OuM/s72-c/DSCF0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-866378475499687851</id><published>2009-11-26T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:47:45.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling at BYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W4DpUU0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VAw9gGhm2zU/s1600/235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408496461058167618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W4DpUU0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VAw9gGhm2zU/s400/235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well resently we have had the wonderful oppertunity to attend the BYU game against AMA (if u dont know what that stands for its Air Force Acadamy) but anywho we had a great time as u can see by the look on my face.... just kidding it really was fun. and i got to see my new love Max Hall of which i was not aware that he was married already but oh well right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W3h7HIyI/AAAAAAAAADs/tS1OeULbzUA/s1600/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408496452005995298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W3h7HIyI/AAAAAAAAADs/tS1OeULbzUA/s400/234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not sure the final score but it was a rigged game! they took &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;touchdowns away from us. thats a lot i think but who knows cuz i dont really understand football all that much. :)&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;Awe mom!!! your so pretty and cheesy haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W3RFDaCI/AAAAAAAAADk/N5w633qrLJY/s1600/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408496447484291106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W3RFDaCI/AAAAAAAAADk/N5w633qrLJY/s400/233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W29aw-KI/AAAAAAAAADc/zmSKhVLhbVY/s1600/232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408496442206648482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W29aw-KI/AAAAAAAAADc/zmSKhVLhbVY/s400/232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;That lady behind me looks a little confused haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have my dads "squinty eyes"!!! WAHOO&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W2Z73ujI/AAAAAAAAADU/WdP_qakTsCQ/s1600/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408496432681826866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W2Z73ujI/AAAAAAAAADU/WdP_qakTsCQ/s400/231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;"Awe so cute" (allie) i thought she was doing something crazy so i wanted to be different but then she really smiled good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as u can see i dont know how to run this blog thing so u will just have to look through them to see what im talking about&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/2504677456494648754-866378475499687851?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/866378475499687851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/11/chilling-at-byu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/866378475499687851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/866378475499687851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/11/chilling-at-byu.html' title='Chilling at BYU'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Sw7W4DpUU0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VAw9gGhm2zU/s72-c/235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-7380442068236605898</id><published>2009-10-29T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:56:02.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passenger Seat-Stephen Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398142652378639794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SuoOJEnp7bI/AAAAAAAAADM/rjy5_vtb6so/s400/Clay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at him and have to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we go driving for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking nowhere in the open window of my car.&lt;br /&gt;And as we go the traffic lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch them glimmer in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness of the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've got all that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right here in the passenger seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that he's inches from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stop to get something to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind pounds and I can't think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scared to death to say I love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a moon peeks from the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hear my heart that beats so loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398142649169676818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SuoOI4qlChI/AAAAAAAAADE/fvfQ8qETf8o/s400/dav.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to tell him simply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I've got all that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right here in the passenger seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I can't keep my eyes on the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that he's inches from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Right here in the passenger seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can all learn a very valuable lesson in this... please do not place a hot man in the same car as me when im in control of the wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is just a song, i have never rode with anyone in the car except for my mother/father/talysha :). so i did not right this haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2504677456494648754-7380442068236605898?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/7380442068236605898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/10/passenger-seat-stephen-speaks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/7380442068236605898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/7380442068236605898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/10/passenger-seat-stephen-speaks.html' title='Passenger Seat-Stephen Speaks'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SuoOJEnp7bI/AAAAAAAAADM/rjy5_vtb6so/s72-c/Clay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-577924537812159068</id><published>2009-10-25T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:40:40.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Daughter Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well its Sunday night at approximately &lt;strong&gt;9:23 &lt;/strong&gt;p.m. mountain time, Mona UT. and i got criticized because i never update this stupid thing. so here i am... updating it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wake up this morning at like &lt;strong&gt;8:09&lt;/strong&gt;ish and i diligently go in and start getting ready for church. As always, i go straight into the bathroom and start doing my hair, plug in the straightening devise, and go at the mop i like to call my hair. well i get about done and by this time i'm bored of being in the bathroom and could use some brekfust (i like to call it that) so i start hurrying to finish doing my hair and please picture this as i go into a flash back... take piece of hair... "CLAMP" but not on the hair. yes that's right, on my finger! my poor future wedding band finger! i will probably have to have it amputated! so we r in the church building and i say "hey mother dear of whom i love so much? may i please go home and get some burn free and a band aid?" and u wanna know what she said?? "no! get to class!" i burn a finger and thats how i get treated?! shocking i know but its another one of those things ya just got to live with right? Little does she know, i have many more tricks up my sleeve to get out of sunday school...:) (evil smile) i pick up the nearest little child i could find and i say "oh i need to babysit him so he doesnt get lost." haha good one me! thats not exactly how it went but u know how it is. hopefully i will be able to write ok with my finger burnt off tomorrow at school. but sometimes ya just have to fight the outrawring pain that you might go through. oh the thrills of exaggeration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2504677456494648754-577924537812159068?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/577924537812159068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-daughter-hood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/577924537812159068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/577924537812159068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-daughter-hood.html' title='Good Daughter Hood'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-2022099867765276289</id><published>2009-10-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:07:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV4c5zuhI/AAAAAAAAACU/HpdZ9Ap2rio/s1600-h/Random+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392592032142440978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV4c5zuhI/AAAAAAAAACU/HpdZ9Ap2rio/s400/Random+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV3v_JgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/XVUiZUJ1zrI/s1600-h/Random+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392592020085244274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV3v_JgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/XVUiZUJ1zrI/s400/Random+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh the oppertunities of a &lt;strong&gt;15 &lt;/strong&gt;year old. These are only a few pictures from the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV3BhVi_I/AAAAAAAAACE/jbcW8JVbg_4/s1600-h/Random+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392592007612173298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV3BhVi_I/AAAAAAAAACE/jbcW8JVbg_4/s400/Random+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Terrika came home from school and like always we go to her house and chill on the couch and watch some random show about hot sports people. While we sat on the couch like a bunch of bums we remembered that the Jazz was having a FREE SCRIMAGE GAME!!! (im not sure how to spell it but you know how to sound it out) Those are &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;of my favorite words "free" and "game"! We were determined to find a way to get there, we bribed, we pleaded, we kicked and scrame... just kidding we really didnt do that one but we finally convinced Kayla to take us. Lucky her!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV2UqKYvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fy1Ti3s4U18/s1600-h/Random+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392591995569595122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV2UqKYvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fy1Ti3s4U18/s400/Random+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV1xSK3jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yrodyDfb8n8/s1600-h/Random+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392591986073722418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV1xSK3jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yrodyDfb8n8/s400/Random+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do not be jelous of our awesomeness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/2504677456494648754-2022099867765276289?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/2022099867765276289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/2022099867765276289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/2022099867765276289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-say-never.html' title='Never Say Never'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/StZV4c5zuhI/AAAAAAAAACU/HpdZ9Ap2rio/s72-c/Random+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-2487565502799368976</id><published>2009-09-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:00:37.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrvyY_axAoI/AAAAAAAAABM/9fI61y1NTqg/s1600-h/SHAYLEE+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385164290606039682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrvyY_axAoI/AAAAAAAAABM/9fI61y1NTqg/s320/SHAYLEE+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ometimes you think you'll be fine by yourself&lt;br /&gt;cause a dream is a wish you make all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its easy to feel like you don't need help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it's harder to walk on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou'll change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when you realize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the world comes to life and everythings alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from beginning to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you have a friend by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that helps you to find the beauty of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you'll open your heart and believe in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gift of a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Srv3ovfQwmI/AAAAAAAAABs/4ERHkYIH5vI/s1600-h/SHAYLEE+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385170058765976162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Srv3ovfQwmI/AAAAAAAAABs/4ERHkYIH5vI/s320/SHAYLEE+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;omeone who knows when your lost and your scared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there throught the highs and the lows&lt;br /&gt;someone you can count on, someone who cares&lt;/div&gt;Beside you where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou'll cange&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you realize&lt;br /&gt;the world comes to life and everythings alright&lt;/div&gt;from beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;when you have a friend by your side&lt;br /&gt;that helps you to find the beauty of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you'll open your heart and believe in&lt;/div&gt;The gift of a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nd when the hope crashes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shattering to the ground&lt;/div&gt;you'll, you'll feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you don't know which way to go&lt;/div&gt;and there's no such leading you on&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Srv02ZZsxFI/AAAAAAAAABc/qgncyd5YTuI/s1600-h/SHAYLEE+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385166994820351058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Srv02ZZsxFI/AAAAAAAAABc/qgncyd5YTuI/s320/SHAYLEE+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he world comes to life and everythings alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from beginning to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when you have a friend by your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that helps you to find the beauty of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you'll open your heart and believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you believe in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can believe in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/Srv02ZZsxFI/AAAAAAAAABc/qgncyd5YTuI/s1600-h/SHAYLEE+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2504677456494648754-2487565502799368976?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/2487565502799368976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/09/gift-of-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/2487565502799368976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/2487565502799368976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/09/gift-of-friend.html' title='The Gift of a Friend'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrvyY_axAoI/AAAAAAAAABM/9fI61y1NTqg/s72-c/SHAYLEE+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504677456494648754.post-319761065862918620</id><published>2009-09-16T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:10:24.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is a little weird for a &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; year old to be starting a blog... but i figure i can sometimes pull random stuff to say out of my rear and i mine as well tell them to people. First i would like to point out that my "i"'s are not capitalized... that is because i am proving that it still makes sence if you don't capitalize it. im only &lt;strong&gt;15 &lt;/strong&gt;keep in mind, so don't expect too much knowlegde flowing from this mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382233379575590466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrGIvg_abkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uOWtr6jbcQo/s320/DSCF0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH my father Kevin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we have a strange way of expessing our love for one another... for example my way is to tease you. His way it by grabbing me and kissing me on the fourhead. Sometimes a little moist if i do say so myself. i love the way he worries about each of us. i love his "squinty eyes". i love that we can tease him and he just laughs (because its true sometimes) then tries to defend himself. i love that he can always find the answers to problems. Even if it's helping me with my homework or fixing the computer he can always find a way to do it. i love that he can forgive you even when you don't deserve it. i love that he has his &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; places that you can always find him. We like to call them his lares (haha). i love that everytime he assignned to cook dinner it's always mac and cheese. Oh you can always learn something new living with Kevin Young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232771699806706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrGIMIeiEfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jIPfvPskpa0/s320/DSCF0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH my mother DeAnn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YeeeeYeaaahhh! Don't ever ask her to say that for you... she struggles emensly on it. inbetween all the work, the cooking, the cleaning, the family, and the friends she is absolutly amazing. i love that she is on a volleyball team. They lose every game but it's ok because she got to socialize with her team members and with anyone else that happens to be moving their mouth. i love that she is so dedicated to her job. i love that she can play games with us and have a good time in gym shorts and a t-shirt. i love that she gets so confused on the computer. i love that we can laugh hard together and at eachother. i love to hear her prayers. i love that i can always know when i need to help her with dinner. i love that she cares so much about everone around her. i love that she is my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382234935899802034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrGKKGwBSbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k587OZTLlbA/s320/SANY0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH my brother Jaylon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the house with Jaylon has been very... different some would say. i have learned that i no longer have any extra poneytails or bobbypins left over in the downstairs bathroom. He has influenced my life in so many weird ways. For example, when i have anger problems i can always ask him if we can go shoot something with our airsoft guns. He smells, he burps, he leaves the toilet seat up, he wears really tight pants... but there are things i love. i love that he can always make everyone laugh. i love that he can find a way to supprize everyone with his dry humor. i love that i look up to him for things of what to do and what not to do. i love that he can take charge of the house when my dad is to work. i love that he cares so much about Candice and what she says. i love that he has so many friends. Oh Jaylon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382231948545687506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrGHcN_S_9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vxO4NVNByXE/s320/DSCF0262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH my sister Talysha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tweedle-D, Lassy, Bubs, Tal, lysha (from the famous Allie). My biggest fan. My rolemodle. My accountant. My consultant my sholder... My best friend. We have the best relationship that sisters could possibly have. We talk &lt;strong&gt;24-7 &lt;/strong&gt;texting or talking on facebook. i love many things about her but i guess i will list some like i have on the others. i love that she is so determined. i love that when she has an idea she follows that idea and tries to make it reality. i love that we can always find something to talk about. i love her smile, her eyes and her hair. i love that we play Mario Party 8 when we have to fold clothes. i love that we love painting fingernails. i love that she dances and is cordinated to move her body. i love the way she is so pashionate about the kids at the daycare. i love that she is my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2504677456494648754-319761065862918620?l=livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/feeds/319761065862918620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/319761065862918620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2504677456494648754/posts/default/319761065862918620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylife-shayk.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-of-something-new.html' title='The Start of Something New'/><author><name>Shaylee Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425887632731808651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/S3NBDps0BII/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRKVMCEsYGc/S220/jazz6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzka-pW2_JU/SrGIvg_abkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uOWtr6jbcQo/s72-c/DSCF0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
