<?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-4001221631995481884</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:32.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nellie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-4890574919940580123</id><published>2009-02-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:24:30.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SZNriHFmblI/AAAAAAAAALc/_nH4nnxvI2Y/s1600-h/fun+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301699420107468370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SZNriHFmblI/AAAAAAAAALc/_nH4nnxvI2Y/s320/fun+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is what we call cleaning the sink!!! it is the big thing of ice cream with oreos and carmel and chocolate and if you eat it you get a bumper sticker! it is the greatest thing ever! but like if you eat to much ice cream you get sick! but we all finished it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SZNrh8Tla0I/AAAAAAAAALU/ViPYr_zPT_s/s1600-h/fun+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301699417213332290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SZNrh8Tla0I/AAAAAAAAALU/ViPYr_zPT_s/s320/fun+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4001221631995481884-4890574919940580123?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/4890574919940580123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=4890574919940580123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/4890574919940580123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/4890574919940580123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-we-call-cleaning-sink-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SZNriHFmblI/AAAAAAAAALc/_nH4nnxvI2Y/s72-c/fun+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-1806202446269890160</id><published>2008-11-20T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:33:16.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;   It started about two or three weeks ago, i thought that by giving him a hug that he would stop all the sexual looks and comments he says to me. So u gave him a hug and as he was coming in for the hug his hand reached up for my breast, and he skimes it. i thought it was an accident, so i let it slide. The next day in class, he came up  from behind me, grabbed me and picked me up. As he picked me up, his hands landed right on top of my chest grabbing them. I told him to stop and athat it made me uncomfortible, so he stopped. Well that is until the next day. He came up and grabbed my chest and rubbed his hand down my pants zipper. i pushed him and told him to stop; i did not tell anyone because i thought he would stopand that it would go away, but i was very wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;            Surviving sexual harassment defines me. The next day in class my teacher and I were standing in front of the class vroom door, looking at the art work that she had just put over the window of the door. The boy came up from behind me and opened the door and pushed me into my teacher and then out into the hall. i tried to fake him out by spinning to get back into the class room. It did not work; he was too big and too strong for me to get by him. I pushed and pleaded for him to let me back in the class room, but he would not. He slammed the door behind us closing us off from the class. He pushed me up against the door anf the wall so i could not move or get out. When he pushed his body into and against mine it felt like a wall of bricks was laying on me, and i could not move. His head turned towards mine and moving inward to kiss me. I was terrified; i could not stop myself from shaking. My mind went blank. His hands began to mave all over my body. He whispered nasty things in my ears sending chills of fear throughtout my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;              His hand movedd down all over my stomach. He started liftting and moving his hands up my shirt. I finally got my hands free and pushed him with all my strenth. It got him off guard just enough that he moved back, and as he did, i swung my head straight for his head and hit him right in the nose. He backed off screaming with pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;              I ran back in the class room and sat in my desk. I could not stop shaking. I could not think. I could not move. I did not know what to do. I walked down the hall and in a daze, my mind only thinking about one thing, "was i sexually harassed?" "What do i do?" "who do i tell?" I walked to meet my friends for lunch and tears began to flow from my eyes. No matter how hard i tried, i could not stop them from coming out. My friends saw that i was crying. They soon became alarmed and wondered what had happened. I told them what just happened, and they said that i should tell the school police officer and get justice for what he had done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;              Through the tears i told the officer what had happened. He called my family to let them know hwat i had just experenced. My family showed up one by one, my sister first. When i saw her, i fell to my knees and exploded with more emotion. My dad showed up as we were walking out the doors of the school. I could see the anger and fear in his eyes when he saw me. My dad said he was going to go talk to the police officer to find out what was going to happen to the boy. The officer said, "He will be charged with six xounts of sexual harassment, and will be tried as an adult. We have him in custody, and will take him to jail to wait to see what is going to happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;              From that day, i have been living in fear. Fear of him coming after me and hurting me. I had dreams about him; I could not sleep alone or be alone at night. He made me fear everything and everyone. The only men i trusted were my dad and brothers. I woundered when it would end. If i was out at night, I carried something to protect myself whether it was a screw driver or mace. After awhile, everything got better. I was not as scared; i did not have as many dreams. That is until i got a letter in the mail four months later saying that a trial was being held, and i was welcome to come sit in and watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;             As i read this, all that emotion from that day come rushing back. I could not go to his trial and face him. He hurt me. I told my dad that i could not go. My dad said he would go for me. My dad come home from his and said he got charged wit six counts of sexual harassment, and was sentenced as an adult and has to serve two years in prison without parole. When i heard my dad say that, it felt like this bunch of rocks had been lifted off my shoulders. I could sleep safe now; he will not be able to hurt me anymore. That is until the day he gets out. Endering sexual harassment will deinfe me for years to come.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-1806202446269890160?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/1806202446269890160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=1806202446269890160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1806202446269890160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1806202446269890160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/11/contest-essay.html' title='Contest essay'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-8176610796214223429</id><published>2008-11-09T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:35:44.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedSYc68rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/orY4kSiYBE0/s1600-h/l_b7d4b2f53f8a4d8ab82372e346e0c3cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266851228360045234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedSYc68rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/orY4kSiYBE0/s320/l_b7d4b2f53f8a4d8ab82372e346e0c3cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;AFTER A LONG SUNDAY I FOUND OUT HOW TO TAKE PICTURES WITH MY LAP TOP. SO HERE ARE THE ONES THAT I TOOK!! HAHAH THEY ARE KINDA DUMB!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedSBc056I/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8kKFhMl7xk/s1600-h/l_d6b9a211d859406ca66ebe7609e0f434.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266851222185633698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedSBc056I/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8kKFhMl7xk/s320/l_d6b9a211d859406ca66ebe7609e0f434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;MY SERIOUS LOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedRmvTuvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sU8vSztfvx4/s1600-h/l_beb453d02f0246988a1421db21702069.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266851215015394034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedRmvTuvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sU8vSztfvx4/s320/l_beb453d02f0246988a1421db21702069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY ESKA MOOOO LOOK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedRRLr5tI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Hf5WNTmH80w/s1600-h/l_6eda44619adf4f8a860191e2739b3084.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266851209228838610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedRRLr5tI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Hf5WNTmH80w/s320/l_6eda44619adf4f8a860191e2739b3084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;THIS IS WH AT I HAVE LEARNED TO DO SENSE I'VE BEEN AT SCHOOL!!!&lt;/span&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/4001221631995481884-8176610796214223429?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/8176610796214223429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=8176610796214223429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/8176610796214223429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/8176610796214223429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-long-sunday-i-found-out-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SRedSYc68rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/orY4kSiYBE0/s72-c/l_b7d4b2f53f8a4d8ab82372e346e0c3cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-4513785965494950252</id><published>2008-10-21T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:05:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is our family photo minus jen (she decided to stay in Rock Springs) it is at bloomington lakes, the lakes where they have not found the bottom to. it was so pretty at the lakes the snow was still covering the cliffs next to the lakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k8KoVANI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zGD8Q8etT44/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259682030879572178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k8KoVANI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zGD8Q8etT44/s320/Bern+idaho+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; oh i have had so much fun in this fish pound, i was trying to catch a rainbow trout with my hands and i slipped and my right leg landed in the nasty water with dead BIG rats floting!! make me vomit!!!!! i had to walk back to her house with one wet leg and one wet shoe. i felt like i peed my pants on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k8XjmgmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NMtrIkDfV08/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259682034349408866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k8XjmgmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NMtrIkDfV08/s320/Bern+idaho+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; This is another picture from bloomington lake showing the cliffs next to the lake. This lake freaked me out, so many people have died in this lake because of how cold it is. when you go it is so beautiful but it has this erre feeling because of all those who have lost their lives. they told me a story how their friends drowned in this lake. he and a friend were swimming across the lake and on the way back his body started to shut down and he could not make it, so his friend swam out to get him and while he had him in his arms the guy was thrashing and trying not to drowned so the friend had to let him go so he would not drowned with him. it took them a long time to find his body, and the friend how tried to save him as not ever gone back and will not go swimming.  as they told me this i thought i could not do that, let my friend drowned but yet if i had to save myself could i? it also reminded me of my big brothers Nate and Heath, they decided to go swimming in a cold lake and heaths body started to shut down and my brother had to swim with him to the lakes banks, i couldnt not imagen what it would feel like to lose my brothes or to not find their bodies. mind ran in circles while i was at that lake imagen all what they felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k8jn7nyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g0MBopSWYK8/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259682037588795170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k8jn7nyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g0MBopSWYK8/s320/Bern+idaho+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; The Cliffs that surrounded the lake on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k9H1dhzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zej-lFdyZDk/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259682047309219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k9H1dhzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zej-lFdyZDk/s320/Bern+idaho+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k9Zz08gI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e74zMYGhi3Y/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259682052134203906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k9Zz08gI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e74zMYGhi3Y/s320/Bern+idaho+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Rissa's neighbors had big mamma sauls (Pig) who just had a bunch of babies, so we picked them up and held them. they are so cute and little. their noses are wet and warm. and their squils are so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4jtf2k2vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uBaMS3SvkiA/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259680679366810354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4jtf2k2vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uBaMS3SvkiA/s320/Bern+idaho+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; WELCOM TO BERN! population 126, settled 1876. bern is so tinny i love it. i so want to live in a place like this. where everyone knows eveyone. ans you have your own land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4jt6zlpmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IfsWpbBSsBs/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259680686602036834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4jt6zlpmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IfsWpbBSsBs/s320/Bern+idaho+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Dereks cow farm. they had a baby caf so i named it Nellie jr. she is so cute and warm. you just want to cuddle right up to her. i told derek that if i came back and Nellie jr. was no where to be found that i would be rather upset!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4juTh2EAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nexobgXCXwg/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259680693238501378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4juTh2EAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nexobgXCXwg/s320/Bern+idaho+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; The baby cows would suck on your fingers like it was an utter filled with milk. it was so cute. it felt really cool even though your fingers were all slimmy. they had a bunch of cats and kitties. their is a picture of a cow and a kittie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4juxbSfzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/e_O-fTdaFVo/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259680701264068402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4juxbSfzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/e_O-fTdaFVo/s320/Bern+idaho+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Another picture at Bloomington lakes, where you can swing on a rope and land in the water. Before Derek swong on the roped he asked if any of us were good swimmers just incase he let go of the rope so we could save him. well he didnt let go of the rope thank goodness cause i didnt really want to go swimming in a FREEZING cold lake and maybe have to choose whether i let us both drowned or one of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4jvW_aNXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fJumeOPxygU/s1600-h/Bern+idaho+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259680711347680626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4jvW_aNXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fJumeOPxygU/s320/Bern+idaho+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Our Trip to Bern was so much fun. i got to learn more about how Rissa grew up and how she lived. I found a future home for me, i found a place i want to live and raise my family. thanks Rissa for a wonderful time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-4513785965494950252?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/4513785965494950252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=4513785965494950252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/4513785965494950252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/4513785965494950252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-our-family-photo-minus-jen-she.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SP4k8KoVANI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zGD8Q8etT44/s72-c/Bern+idaho+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-3024127134813391481</id><published>2008-10-16T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:27:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SPelcgelffI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mDV2HVhWwGQ/s1600-h/money_tree5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257852999151484402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SPelcgelffI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mDV2HVhWwGQ/s320/money_tree5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;If only money really did grow on trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;My problems would vanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;no more days without with milk or bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;no more wondering if ill make it to wal-mart on my empty gas take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;being able to do laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;go see a movie on a girls night out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;wouldn't have to deal with cramps on the worst time of the month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;wouldnt have to lie to get out of things that coast money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;I wouldnt have to pull my hair back cause i can not afford hair spray or shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;or hope i dont smell like BO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;if only money grew on tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;the world would be a much easier place to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-3024127134813391481?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/3024127134813391481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=3024127134813391481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/3024127134813391481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/3024127134813391481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/10/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SPelcgelffI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mDV2HVhWwGQ/s72-c/money_tree5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-6452670571225339082</id><published>2008-10-05T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:50:44.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SOmmAiaiiYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VdcbGUNdkTo/s1600-h/l_7c523f44f10140f09a30aaad4261a432.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253912968472725890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SOmmAiaiiYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VdcbGUNdkTo/s320/l_7c523f44f10140f09a30aaad4261a432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; This was our ABC (anything but clothes) party!!! it was so much fun!! i was cereal boxes!! sarah was wearing her cool new ducktap dress! we dont really know what jen was! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SOmmBCRZLyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PpFYayBDpDE/s1600-h/l_dea6d70bcf414922b30a9c37ee226a16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253912977024298786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SOmmBCRZLyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PpFYayBDpDE/s320/l_dea6d70bcf414922b30a9c37ee226a16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Our soccer players dancing!!! haha this will be a night i wont forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SOmmBbPb4fI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jmOP9FlIbuE/s1600-h/l_d3b7e33f0e90461fa13d359666b1503e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253912983726973426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SOmmBbPb4fI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jmOP9FlIbuE/s320/l_d3b7e33f0e90461fa13d359666b1503e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chase and casem in their ABC clothes chase is a present and casem the sky with his glow in the dark stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-6452670571225339082?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/6452670571225339082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=6452670571225339082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-1099196754926428050</id><published>2008-10-05T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:43:10.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mikedawniefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-fun-insights.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tag- Fun Insights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Favorite Last PurchasesNew underwear, lotion, and a good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 Favorite Movies freedom writers, ninja turtles, goofy movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 Things I haven't done yet sky diving, drawn a master piece, eaten snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 Things I Can't Live Without FOOD, music, and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 Favorite Dishes beannie weenies, cereal, goobers on waffels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 Favorite TV Shows supernatural, er, and the first 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 Last Places I've sandy ut, rock springs wy, sandy ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 Favorite Treats chocolate animal crakcers w/ peanut butter, cookie dough, cheez-its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3Things I'd Buy if Money weren't an Issue a cool house, cool cars, and endless underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 People I Tag i dont really have people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-1099196754926428050?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/1099196754926428050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=1099196754926428050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1099196754926428050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1099196754926428050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-fun-insights-3-favorite-last.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-1802896407247063396</id><published>2008-09-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:46:21.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SNq0ZNtvMsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V7-Aq0zj83U/s1600-h/XXX+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249706660924961474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SNq0ZNtvMsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V7-Aq0zj83U/s320/XXX+155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay so i have always wanted a KISSY picture!! and well i got one! MY DREAM has come true, execpt now him and me well we're no more. so the pictures cute but the ending SUCKS!!! but i just wanted all of you to see my KISSY picture so you can all be jealous of what i have (well had) and you don't!!!! hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-1802896407247063396?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/1802896407247063396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=1802896407247063396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1802896407247063396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1802896407247063396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so-i-have-always-wanted-kissy.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SNq0ZNtvMsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V7-Aq0zj83U/s72-c/XXX+155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-4674324680421028768</id><published>2008-09-13T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:48:21.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just more pictures of us playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxDEHCfKmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zBlFOSGNte0/s1600-h/School!+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245641403867802210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxDEHCfKmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zBlFOSGNte0/s320/School!+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxDEsqaR1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/_yYE5AqwmN0/s1600-h/School!+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245641413967365970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxDEsqaR1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/_yYE5AqwmN0/s320/School!+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxCnxH4gJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Z7k4FZlMRkk/s1600-h/School!+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245640916948517010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxCnxH4gJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Z7k4FZlMRkk/s320/School!+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxCoeVhvmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bd-aHPqnig0/s1600-h/School!+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245640929085341282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxCoeVhvmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bd-aHPqnig0/s320/School!+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxCor0SdvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uP3P5PE8Pbc/s1600-h/School!+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245640932704024306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxCor0SdvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uP3P5PE8Pbc/s320/School!+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-4674324680421028768?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/4674324680421028768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=4674324680421028768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/4674324680421028768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/4674324680421028768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-more-pictures-of-us-playing.html' title='Just more pictures of us playing'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMxDEHCfKmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zBlFOSGNte0/s72-c/School!+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-6028869154127237476</id><published>2008-09-11T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:49:13.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmwgVrQINI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VyWBeFw9Lc8/s1600-h/School!+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244917310670512338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmwgVrQINI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VyWBeFw9Lc8/s320/School!+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; This was a Reall Creepy tunnel we had to go throught to get to the Train!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvLdPJ9hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LfmF_Gvsr-4/s1600-h/School!+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244915852411270674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvLdPJ9hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LfmF_Gvsr-4/s320/School!+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvLjhQdAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LIqnY4ZEF0o/s1600-h/School!+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244915854097806338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvLjhQdAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LIqnY4ZEF0o/s320/School!+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what we do for fun is play on trains at night!!! this is the top of the train and the back of the train!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvL1L-OjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SsKCEY07TPM/s1600-h/School!+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244915858840369714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvL1L-OjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SsKCEY07TPM/s320/School!+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen was late for the train so she had to run as fast as she could to get to the train while i held out my hand to save her from dying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ME and TYSON are now engaged!!! we havent really known eachother that long it was a spur of the moment thing! hahah jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvMSJ_BDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/G7BX2Uy0I8Q/s1600-h/School!+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244915866616661042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmvMSJ_BDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/G7BX2Uy0I8Q/s320/School!+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-6028869154127237476?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/6028869154127237476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=6028869154127237476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/6028869154127237476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/6028869154127237476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-what-we-do-for-fun-is-play-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SMmwgVrQINI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VyWBeFw9Lc8/s72-c/School!+081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-1221883546002625469</id><published>2008-08-29T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:29:19.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg_mQp04XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yE2ldkwsQAs/s1600-h/GEDC0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240008092983550322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg_mQp04XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yE2ldkwsQAs/s320/GEDC0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Allie, she brings they joy in our home, she is always smiling and laughing. she makes you feel good about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7z0BArpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eJLSc9F_ZSM/s1600-h/RISSA+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003927767821970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7z0BArpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eJLSc9F_ZSM/s320/RISSA+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; This is our wonderful kitchen!! with no cupboards!! we got alphabet magnets that have brail on it, so if there is a fire we con get out if we can't see!! (inside joke) we have made AMAZING meals for us and our neighbors. we let them eat if we get to use there BIG screen tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our bathrooom. we have two showers, two tolets, three sinks. and a cool light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg70HoEJvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qruqL0cfLyk/s1600-h/RISSA+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003933031900914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg70HoEJvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qruqL0cfLyk/s320/RISSA+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg70Yk90fI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rxvcnBNUcsE/s1600-h/RISSA+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003937582305778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg70Yk90fI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rxvcnBNUcsE/s320/RISSA+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; This is our wide open living room with nothing in it! the couch is extremly hard but soft at the same time! our windows are dumb, we think they just need to put them somewhere so they just put them randomly on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg70jhikpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CVaOTVY1YlQ/s1600-h/RISSA+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003940520727186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg70jhikpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CVaOTVY1YlQ/s320/RISSA+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; this carpet is so weird the dark spots are higher then the light spots so it feels like you are walking on unlevel bricks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7X7T2aRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hWpsa0YwN2s/s1600-h/RISSA+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003448689551634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7X7T2aRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hWpsa0YwN2s/s320/RISSA+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Rissa my roommate, she is HOT!!! she woooed jonny, and now she has him wrapped around her finger!!! she is from Bern, idaho!!! ahahahaha we have a good time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is my bedroom! lame bunk beds. its the worst when you have to climb up the dumb ladder to go to bed. and when you get out you have to jump and it hurts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7YCOFM0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/saqS5SgEbXw/s1600-h/RISSA+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003450544403266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7YCOFM0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/saqS5SgEbXw/s320/RISSA+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Jen, she is CRAZY!!! she likes the men!!! she is a way good cook! all our meals so far have been from her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7YR_L5NI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A7L1Y3N2wKo/s1600-h/RISSA+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003454776894674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7YR_L5NI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A7L1Y3N2wKo/s320/RISSA+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7YmP2tCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ST8cXwi4zFY/s1600-h/RISSA+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003460215518242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7YmP2tCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ST8cXwi4zFY/s320/RISSA+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7Y-bjCoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zfvpB2WhFZs/s1600-h/RISSA+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003466707012226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg7Y-bjCoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zfvpB2WhFZs/s320/RISSA+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-1221883546002625469?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/1221883546002625469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=1221883546002625469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1221883546002625469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1221883546002625469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-allie-she-brings-they-joy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SLg_mQp04XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yE2ldkwsQAs/s72-c/GEDC0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-7382226785321259884</id><published>2008-08-27T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:15:38.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day of class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;My heart is pounding harder&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting closer&lt;br /&gt;The door are getting bigger&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is getting louder&lt;br /&gt;My palms are getting clammy&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in the desk I start to breathe heavy&lt;br /&gt;She calls out my name I freeze, I can’t move&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s eyes are on me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pounding harder than before&lt;br /&gt;The door vanishes&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is loud in my ears&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;Then a thought runs throw my head “Don’t be scared, you are who you are”&lt;br /&gt;I could breath&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating softer&lt;br /&gt;I could see the door&lt;br /&gt;I am not longer scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-7382226785321259884?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/7382226785321259884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=7382226785321259884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/7382226785321259884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/7382226785321259884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-class.html' title='the first day of class!'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-7000688014411641572</id><published>2008-08-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:06:40.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, i am finally an adult!!! i moved out and am in college!! okay so i said i wouldnt cry but there was one tear!!! (sorry rachel) but so far my room is cute and i love the people. when i get a camera i will take pictures of my room and post them!!! well talk to you later!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-7000688014411641572?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/7000688014411641572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=7000688014411641572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/7000688014411641572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/7000688014411641572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/08/college.html' title='COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-3934605432239227576</id><published>2008-08-02T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:07:50.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta Ridge Assisted Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSR-qFHX1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/LKmGeQ0vIFw/s1600-h/moms+class+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229965572917649234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSR-qFHX1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/LKmGeQ0vIFw/s320/moms+class+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wanted to share with you the good times i have had at working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alta&lt;/span&gt; ridge assisted living. this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marvus&lt;/span&gt; (left) she is one of the funnest lady i have ever met. she give the most amazing back rubs. she is always trying to get you to smile if you are not. she told me that she was a model in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; life and show she decided to show off her wonderful skills. if you ever need advice for anything you go to her. she will tell you straight up what you are doing wrong and what you need to be doing to make it right. and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mess with her, she is one hard core lady. she looks small and nice but she has got a kick in her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;This is Bob, he is one of our new Residents, i feel in love with him the moment i met him. he loves being around people. when everyone goes to bed he wants to be up and talk, which i love because it can get just a little boring when nothing is going on. He told me stories of his life when he was young and at my age, we have life so easy now. at my age he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to go to school he was home helping his dad at the farm. he met his wife at a dance when he was 23 and she was 18, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get married till he was 25 and she was 20. he said that she was so beautiful and he could never love anyone else (except me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSR-0doXnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0e3u0fSYQIQ/s1600-h/moms+class+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229965575704829554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSR-0doXnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0e3u0fSYQIQ/s320/moms+class+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSR_391Y3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/x8-StmWDXhg/s1600-h/moms+class+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229965593825076082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSR_391Y3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/x8-StmWDXhg/s320/moms+class+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is Violet, she is 93 years old and still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;'. she is so nice. she is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about everyone else, even if she is the one that needs the concern. the other day i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; feeling very good so i sat down on the ground and she wheeled herself over to me and asked if i was alright and the rest of the day she was like you need to eat or you need to sit down you are going to get worse. she is like my grandmother. she is so tough her sister just passed away and she said she knew she would she her again and that there is no reason to be sad ans that she is looking down on her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRCFyLwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g2DGwBiakvs/s1600-h/moms+class+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964532382417010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRCFyLwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g2DGwBiakvs/s320/moms+class+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Mimi, she is always thanking us and making us laugh. we sit by her at the dinner table and she tells us that we should be eating more and we are to skinny and we are going to brake in half. her glasses are broke on one side, she does not have the piece that holds it on he ear so she is always holding her glasses up. she always prays for us at night when we put her to bed, she tells us to drive safely and not to be dumb. then she will pray to heavenly father and tell him to bless us. she is way cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Shannon (another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt;) she has become one of my closes friends at work. she is so funny. no matter how mad or upset i am she is always making me laugh and smile. her husband works for a company that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rivals&lt;/span&gt; with my dads company, so we are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt; and john smith trying to bring peace to the world!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRCegc0FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZfpMO7f0ak4/s1600-h/moms+class+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964539018924114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRCegc0FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZfpMO7f0ak4/s320/moms+class+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Jeanne Goodall. she is a way nice lady. she never bothers anyone. she just keeps to herself. she drinks these Muscle Milks and she always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;try's&lt;/span&gt; to get me to drink them so i finally did and they are NASTY!!!!!! but they do have 27g of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt; which is really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRC-njdAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FS9yJbfH6EI/s1600-h/moms+class+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964547638653954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRC-njdAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FS9yJbfH6EI/s320/moms+class+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRDJh1xJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/03KKC8ikIcA/s1600-h/moms+class+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964550567478418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSRDJh1xJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/03KKC8ikIcA/s320/moms+class+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;This is just another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;marvus&lt;/span&gt; close up. i am going to cry when i have to go to school and leave all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;buddies&lt;/span&gt; and work. i love this place. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ever want to leave. Older people have so much knowledge we just have to take the time to listen! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-3934605432239227576?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/3934605432239227576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=3934605432239227576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/3934605432239227576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/3934605432239227576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanted-to-share-with-you-good-times-i.html' title='Alta Ridge Assisted Living'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SJSR-qFHX1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/LKmGeQ0vIFw/s72-c/moms+class+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-19694723111544192</id><published>2008-07-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:08:38.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at the zoo with phill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;we found phills family members, in the wild hog cage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIr0kv0aI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xx_2kk-VGgU/s1600-h/CA6HBXWXCABN5G4KCA3QBB89CA4L2C65CATGHP9ZCAHA9EGBCADXTQ8DCAOEAZOPCAXBIJKGCARSBC6GCADZMVYGCAT23H7TCAGK8IVLCAVCAGMWCAP3W51LCA93SETICA99HS16CAJJKPQ5CA2E2E25.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225944335294386594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIr0kv0aI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xx_2kk-VGgU/s320/CA6HBXWXCABN5G4KCA3QBB89CA4L2C65CATGHP9ZCAHA9EGBCADXTQ8DCAOEAZOPCAXBIJKGCARSBC6GCADZMVYGCAT23H7TCAGK8IVLCAVCAGMWCAP3W51LCA93SETICA99HS16CAJJKPQ5CA2E2E25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIsFf4w_I/AAAAAAAAADU/Xt8LyJiD9UE/s1600-h/CADLE4FGCA9W93A2CALZGZ8ECA4HP0DBCA91G63DCAHCJF3RCAGL6I8HCAQEW3OJCAW8ZKZFCAV0ZBIUCAVLB6FGCANCUKFHCAN14DK8CA2XIU9SCABL3QZGCAB12KX3CAOTEQMICA7DQ81SCAZDXIRF.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225944339837404146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIsFf4w_I/AAAAAAAAADU/Xt8LyJiD9UE/s320/CADLE4FGCA9W93A2CALZGZ8ECA4HP0DBCA91G63DCAHCJF3RCAGL6I8HCAQEW3OJCAW8ZKZFCAV0ZBIUCAVLB6FGCANCUKFHCAN14DK8CA2XIU9SCABL3QZGCAB12KX3CAOTEQMICA7DQ81SCAZDXIRF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; which is the picture to the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIsJjy_QI/AAAAAAAAADc/_lVVGprJf7M/s1600-h/CABME431CAR0ZUTHCA8AJNDQCAC308BICAJWILGKCAUH814JCABJ1E0SCA2B1GZNCA0671DSCASOWV1KCAGCW13RCA4HIYPCCAEO8BA2CA2XHQTPCA1X5LZECAZEXR0SCA9M8DMSCAOYQKW6CAQMVRV9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225944340927544578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIsJjy_QI/AAAAAAAAADc/_lVVGprJf7M/s320/CABME431CAR0ZUTHCA8AJNDQCAC308BICAJWILGKCAUH814JCABJ1E0SCA2B1GZNCA0671DSCASOWV1KCAGCW13RCA4HIYPCCAEO8BA2CA2XHQTPCA1X5LZECAZEXR0SCA9M8DMSCAOYQKW6CAQMVRV9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIsXgmpZI/AAAAAAAAADk/FaJ_NohDsjU/s1600-h/CA918YW0CAZ6RLNGCAE6IOSTCA9X82ACCA3T3J8OCA4VF3NKCA1687MECAEQZ31NCAQGHQDACAJQDEYSCA1PCULVCAB5E792CAB7HTMTCA1T92SYCA0UEQSXCAYS6GZICACWXKTSCAC0RDJBCA2NYPLH.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225944344672249234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIsXgmpZI/AAAAAAAAADk/FaJ_NohDsjU/s320/CA918YW0CAZ6RLNGCAE6IOSTCA9X82ACCA3T3J8OCA4VF3NKCA1687MECAEQZ31NCAQGHQDACAJQDEYSCA1PCULVCAB5E792CAB7HTMTCA1T92SYCA0UEQSXCAYS6GZICACWXKTSCAC0RDJBCA2NYPLH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZIsf-BywI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hqz5BEgQUFA/s1600-h/CAXWO8WDCA3HLA3ACA1NGLEWCAVXAKR6CA6M0YO3CAKC60AUCAP4FER2CAHXW6T9CAO12TRJCASK2D6TCA7M2G2JCAVC8ZN6CANC2474CAY7PX6RCA0MJ4AFCAZ629BCCAJQYZUKCAG4Q6ODCAN8X7N5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this was one of the only reasons i went to the zoo!! was to see my fav. animal the alligator and plus see it white!!!! phill and i spent the whole day wondering the zoo. we went from the little kid play area were we played till we got kicked off to the zootique (gift shop) i have never had so much fun in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i was with the hottest guy ever and plus i got to see the white aligator so i was in heaven!! as the day went on at the zoo it got hotter then it started to rain. we saw al the animals except the hippo and lion (we couldnt find them mostly cause phill took us in circles, but he was the man and he was going to lead. so he says) these are pictures phill took. when we got to the zoo he was like man i feel like i am to old t obe here but then as we started walking around he acted like a little kid saying "wow nellie come look at this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZH4AyUrQI/AAAAAAAAACs/cdViRDGZveI/s1600-h/CAQ9A43NCACQAP43CAOQO15HCA0GVAQ2CA1QRTZOCAGIDTDOCAN5YPUVCAAZJ9QXCARUALSDCAS0GZQOCAJBLBRMCAJN625FCAEC5OI6CABNCIB3CACML1Z6CA06GTDKCA0249WWCAZRW18NCA5H5WED.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943445219355906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZH4AyUrQI/AAAAAAAAACs/cdViRDGZveI/s320/CAQ9A43NCACQAP43CAOQO15HCA0GVAQ2CA1QRTZOCAGIDTDOCAN5YPUVCAAZJ9QXCARUALSDCAS0GZQOCAJBLBRMCAJN625FCAEC5OI6CABNCIB3CACML1Z6CA06GTDKCA0249WWCAZRW18NCA5H5WED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; or " oh cool he's coming towards us" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;i smiled the whole time ( because he was always smiling at me and making me laugh) thanks Phillip you made this day one i will not forget!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SIZH4RmuGPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lFpGBZQpXt8/s1600-h/CAXWO8WDCA3HLA3ACA1NGLEWCAVXAKR6CA6M0YO3CAKC60AUCAP4FER2CAHXW6T9CAO12TRJCASK2D6TCA7M2G2JCAVC8ZN6CANC2474CAY7PX6RCA0MJ4AFCAZ629BCCAJQYZUKCAG4Q6ODCAN8X7N5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943449734093042" style="FLOAT: left; 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ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My middle name, LaNiel, is my grandma reasch's name!&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterda, because i was throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? If i go really slow then i do but if i go fast heck no&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? turkey.&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS? nope&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? who doesnt want to be freinds with ME! jk&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? yeah most of the time&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes which totally sucks cause i have strep and i wouldnt have it!!&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? oh my totally, i want to go sky diving also&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? rasin brand.&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? it depends on if i am in the mood to bend over and untie or not&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? yes i can totally beat up DAWNIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? i am a big fan of rainbow sherbert&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? their smile&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Red&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? how big boned i am!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? my old best friend&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? if they want to&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? not wearing shoes!&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? goobers on bread&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? how much nosie the workers that are working on our bathroom&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? the one most used cause that means you had a good run&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? moms fresh baked bread&lt;br /&gt;.24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Travis&lt;br /&gt;.25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON THAT SENT THIS TO YOU? yes she is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? hockey&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Dark brown.28. EYE COLOR? Hazel&lt;br /&gt;.29. DO YOU WERE CONTACTS? nope perfect vision&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? scary moive cause then you can get closer to the guy you like!!!!&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE WATCHED? the sandlot&lt;br /&gt;.33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? red&lt;br /&gt;.34. SUMMER OR WINTER? winter&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS or KISSES? I agree with dawnies and Alaina's answer: "Depends on who your huggin and kissin!"&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT? cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING RIGHT NOW? the book of mormon&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? i dont have a mouse so there for i dont have a pad&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? camp rock&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? my dad sleeping&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR THE BEATLES? rolling stones&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Peru&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? My elbows are double-jointed. hahah dawnie and i have the same special talent&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? denver, colorado&lt;br /&gt;47. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE WHERE WOULD IT BE? somewhere historical i love history so seeing all the things that has happen in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets see i have to tag someone, right? i dont know so here it goes, i tag.........................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................. crystal!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-6880751631012651222?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/6880751631012651222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=6880751631012651222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/6880751631012651222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/6880751631012651222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/07/dawnies-tag.html' title='Dawnies tag'/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-3645732083650951773</id><published>2008-07-14T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:10:17.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHuYvzgAhXI/AAAAAAAAACk/XsYK7Adv8LA/s1600-h/487B96100009F505000024A22214756402080C9C0E0A9DD20D%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222936139911955826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHuYvzgAhXI/AAAAAAAAACk/XsYK7Adv8LA/s320/487B96100009F505000024A22214756402080C9C0E0A9DD20D%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well everyone! i have STREP THROAT/FLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! theses are pictures of me at work wearing a mask before i got really bad. my boss made me wear it so i didnt get the residents sick! i would have put pictures of me being si&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHuYviiprdI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CLsfcn8Gqo/s1600-h/487B96100009F505000024A22214756402080C9C0E0A9DD20D%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222936135359638994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHuYviiprdI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CLsfcn8Gqo/s320/487B96100009F505000024A22214756402080C9C0E0A9DD20D%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ck in bed but i was to busy hanging with my new friends the toliet and and the bathroom floor!! what fun it is being sick, always being off balance cramping everywhere just wanting to die! but being sick makes you realize how thankful you are for your body when its well and feeling great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-3645732083650951773?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/3645732083650951773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=3645732083650951773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/3645732083650951773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/3645732083650951773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-everyone-i-have-strep-throatflu.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHuYvzgAhXI/AAAAAAAAACk/XsYK7Adv8LA/s72-c/487B96100009F505000024A22214756402080C9C0E0A9DD20D%5B1%5D+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-7078531655344912556</id><published>2008-07-07T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:46:30.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font&lt;&gt; size=+1&gt;You Are Mulan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Mulan.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Strong and spirited. You' center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;&gt;Which'&gt;http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahah okay i did this once before and i got someone different guess i change!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001221631995481884-7078531655344912556?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/7078531655344912556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=7078531655344912556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/7078531655344912556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/7078531655344912556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/07/href-font-you-are-mulan-which-disney.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001221631995481884.post-1057090068337381784</id><published>2008-07-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:24:14.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJyUG9dr7I/AAAAAAAAACM/8ShFJ3o6ZG0/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220360607867187122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJyUG9dr7I/AAAAAAAAACM/8ShFJ3o6ZG0/s320/Park+City+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is our wonderful fourth of july trip to park city utah. we always go to the park city parade and it is the coolest parade mostly because the air force flys over you and it just sends chills up and down your body!!! these first picture are of us sitting on the curb at the parade ( and last year we got seats the were not so great so we sent My big brother Nate and Mike my brothe-in-law to go get us nice seats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJyUPypEdI/AAAAAAAAACU/rn-Kd-mCZeo/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220360610237714898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJyUPypEdI/AAAAAAAAACU/rn-Kd-mCZeo/s320/Park+City+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This picture to the right is my beautiful big sister and i!! there was this pond next to our hotel/condo thing and so we went on a hike which turned into throwing rocks and trying to pick up on HOT firefighters and EMTs (well mike and dawnie tried to get me to fake a twisted ankle so they would come to my rescue!)  The picture is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Below is us at the oakley Rodeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJxS1AD5CI/AAAAAAAAACE/YpX1EkHieWM/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359486354744354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJxS1AD5CI/AAAAAAAAACE/YpX1EkHieWM/s320/Park+City+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; with good looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; cowboys in tight wranglers a cowboy hat and boats owwee was i in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJxLopbQdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mK78jCDDtXo/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359362779496914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJxLopbQdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mK78jCDDtXo/s320/Park+City+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!! all tho the people &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next to us had to put their kids NASTY foot up next to my face without a shoe on, which was totally DISCUSTING!!!!  but i love the atmosphere of rodeos everyone is so nice and willing to cheer for anyone!! ( i cheer for the HOT ones, okay and the good ones) but other than me everyone cheers for everyone. and i saw the coolest thing EVER the Queen of the rodeo was thick and normal looking she wasnt this barbie dall looking girl. it made me so proud!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This was our drive up!! Bray, me, jaci in the back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;partying together!! jaci is wearing my total hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;glasses                                                                         This is another parade picture with some                                                                                random guy in it!!! who tried to hit on Dawnie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJw6M9ZZ9I/AAAAAAAAABc/WNbO4oLUmYE/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJw6wQ5yJI/AAAAAAAAABs/TlWTAdPURaI/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359072766347410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJw6wQ5yJI/AAAAAAAAABs/TlWTAdPURaI/s320/Park+City+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJw6YOaVTI/AAAAAAAAABk/X6sSp0i-RHE/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359066313446706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJw6YOaVTI/AAAAAAAAABk/X6sSp0i-RHE/s320/Park+City+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJw69LyF0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-RgudoaqK3w/s1600-h/Park+City+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359076234532674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJw69LyF0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-RgudoaqK3w/s320/Park+City+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;you know i could be a model!!!! don't be jealous cause you can't do this!!!!!!! haha this was our hike that turned into throwing rocks and the firefighter and EMTs&lt;/span&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/4001221631995481884-1057090068337381784?l=nelliereasch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/feeds/1057090068337381784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4001221631995481884&amp;postID=1057090068337381784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1057090068337381784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001221631995481884/posts/default/1057090068337381784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelliereasch.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-our-wonderful-fourth-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>NELLIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749126319920272059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SD7ZlxAQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J-h5iWVzz5A/S220/CNA+Graduation+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qlIQqjgUoJ8/SHJyUG9dr7I/AAAAAAAAACM/8ShFJ3o6ZG0/s72-c/Park+City+2008+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
