<?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-19755852</id><updated>2012-02-08T03:51:14.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random and not so random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-3646857817539601188</id><published>2010-10-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:38:56.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;just checking in :) saying hi and that i'm alive ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-3646857817539601188?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/3646857817539601188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=3646857817539601188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3646857817539601188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3646857817539601188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-3118328730655007428</id><published>2009-10-01T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:47:55.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Garbage Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a Spanish speaking student in my class this year.  We (my assistant and I) were told that she knows very little english- but actually she understands a lot.  Sometimes if she is telling me a story she will say "I'm now going to tell you in Spanish, yes?"  It's pretty adorable. But of course I dropped out of Spanish the third week and know basically nothing- so then we try to use hand gestures to get the story across, but if that fails, I just go get my assistant (my Spanish speaking aid). Sometimes I'll pick up a few words from my aid, but that's about all.  We have classroom jobs and one of them is "garbage helper."  I assigned this task to her, not thinking about explaining it to her.  She went up to the classroom grandma and said "this is a garbage, yes?" and grandma replied "yes it is."  confused look.  thinking look.  her reply "does this mean I am the garbage today?"  A big smile from grandma "no sweatheart, it means that you get to help pick up the garbage and carry the garbage can around when Miss Fawn asks for help."  So cute.  It was also a nice reminder (spanish speaking or not) that I need to make sure that my students are understanding what I am saying- sometimes they just don't know what certain things mean- such as a garbage can :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-3118328730655007428?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/3118328730655007428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=3118328730655007428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3118328730655007428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3118328730655007428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-garbage-today.html' title='Am I Garbage Today'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-8279814791091669114</id><published>2009-09-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:51:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a year already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for those of you who have not lost faith in my blogging ability ;) i'm going to try and post more.  i think this might be a good outlit for me this year, seeing as i am going to need jesus and a little venting room.  to go along with erin...this year has been rough- well actually more than that- borderline hell.  i've never delt with people like this in my life.  3 bio-polar parents, a dad who is a sex offender, parents who hate each other and aren't afraid to say it infront of their children, psr workers, ect...the only conclusion i can think of for God saying to work here again is that he is going to take me to such a deep place of loving people where they are at.  it is far too easy to look at these parents with "wordly eyes," and say "hey they are bi-polar; they are crazy!!!" i won't make it through the year if i look at them with my eyes.  god help me. the amount of drama that has already taken place in this classroom is insane.  i seriously thought about quitting and finding something else.  all i know is that i need God and the love and prayers of those around me.  i will post some pictures soon of my class :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-8279814791091669114?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/8279814791091669114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=8279814791091669114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/8279814791091669114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/8279814791091669114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-year-already.html' title='what a year already'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-6910454368479164816</id><published>2009-09-06T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:43:29.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice job</title><content type='html'>I have spent most of the weekend home alone.  Today I went shopping, bought a few things for school and then decided to come home and enjoy some lunch.  After lunch, I decided to finish brushing my dog.  I went outside and shut the back door.  When I was finished I went to open it and some how the latch locked- so weird.  I tried to shake the door, but nothing worked so I ran around front and that door was locked as well.  Yesterday I brought the spare key inside because I get a little paranoid to be alone in this house. I'm cool I know.  So I walked over to our neighbors directly in front of us- nothing.  Then I went to the neighbors beside us- they were home!!! After I explained my situation they let me use the phone to call the locksmith.  While there they saw my tattoo and asked what church I went to, they said they went to Rocky Mountain :) yeah, christians next to us!!  Well the locksmith said it would be at least 2 hours until he got to the house, this turned out to be fine.  I picked up some dog doo ;), mowed the front and back yard, and did a little weeding.  When the locksmith came, I recognized who it was and we made some small talk- he said that if I needed to get the whole lock changed that he would give me a deal ;) but luckily he picked the lock and I was able to get in.  Lesson learned- don't be paranoid and bring the spare key inside. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-6910454368479164816?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6910454368479164816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=6910454368479164816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6910454368479164816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6910454368479164816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-job.html' title='nice job'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-3105907786109890411</id><published>2009-04-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:45:30.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson #231</title><content type='html'>we are doing our current theme on "farming." i thought it would be fun to read a "big book" (an oversized book that is rather large and fun for the kids to look at).  this particular book is called "who will be my mother?"  i thought it was a shorter version of "are you my mother?"  no. it was not.  it is about a little lamb who is looking for a new mom.  the first and second line reads:  "mother lamb DIED."  "Lamb had NO mother."  what a way to start a book! the kids had this sort of confused/horrified/sad look on their faces!!! what was i reading!?  so we had to go into a discussion of death, which isn't a horrible topic, but not one i was ready to teach about.  if i would have pre-read this book i would have been prepared!!  my assistant said "whoa! that's a rough book."  crap.  lesson learned- next time pre-read and be ready for any possible questions that may arise from lines such as "mother lamb DIED."    sorry kids, my bad ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-3105907786109890411?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/3105907786109890411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=3105907786109890411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3105907786109890411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3105907786109890411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2009/04/lesson-231.html' title='lesson #231'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-1067315214845483927</id><published>2009-04-22T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:49:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>i have some interesting kids that i work with.  some days it is a lot of fun and some days i want to rip my hair out, crawl under my covers, and not move for a couple of months...;)  today was a good day.  we went for a nature walk along the back fence, which has a nice garden and lots of bugs for them to discover.  they had a lot of fun with their little bug jars, chasing bugs, collecting grass or flowers, and actually catching a few bugs.  i had to get over my fear of flying insects when a children captured a GIANT moth.  i wanted to die.  BUT instead of telling him he couldn't bring it into the classroom, I just closed my eyes when he asked and told him he could.  i love when kids make disoveries and get excited.  it was really cute watching them all.  it was a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-1067315214845483927?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/1067315214845483927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=1067315214845483927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/1067315214845483927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/1067315214845483927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-5881302959380120292</id><published>2008-12-21T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:18:24.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen identity and heartattack all in one night</title><content type='html'>The past few days I have been trying to buy a song off itunes.  a little note keeps popping up saying "zip code does not match with credit card." what the heck?  So I thought it was a problem with their computers, so I tried again today.  Same problem.  So I check to make sure the address on my card is the same on itunes. it is.  So then I decide to check my bank account.  I see 15 charges for itunes that I did not purchase!!! (here is the heart attack). So I immediatley call the bank to see what is going on.  The problem is that I kept clicking "buy" and the bank was letting the charges go through but not itunes.  There are two addresses on my card and they were using the other one.  Then I asked why it would happen now, even though I have had the account for 4 years.  I guess they are cracking down on their security (itunes) and called and the USBank person gave the other address for verification.  Whew! Solved problem and no more heart attack!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-5881302959380120292?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/5881302959380120292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=5881302959380120292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/5881302959380120292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/5881302959380120292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/stolen-identity-and-heartattack-all-in.html' title='stolen identity and heartattack all in one night'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-2944963323946214172</id><published>2008-11-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:15:43.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely walk</title><content type='html'>went for a walk this after&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SQzwzJWTQmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZqdedqX28z0/s1600-h/1101081643a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SQzwzJWTQmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZqdedqX28z0/s200/1101081643a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263846825962717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;noon. it was beautiful.  pocatello has a lot of hidden beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SQzxC5S_4OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xt0KaG-7Kcc/s1600-h/1101081655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SQzxC5S_4OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xt0KaG-7Kcc/s200/1101081655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263847096531804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry these photos are from my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-2944963323946214172?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/2944963323946214172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=2944963323946214172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2944963323946214172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2944963323946214172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/11/lovely-walk.html' title='lovely walk'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SQzwzJWTQmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZqdedqX28z0/s72-c/1101081643a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-2215282672057632252</id><published>2008-09-13T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:43:39.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first week down</title><content type='html'>so my first week of teaching is over.  it was exciting but stressful at the same time.  it was a lot of work for me getting to know all the parents/guardians/PSR workers plus my kids. i am socially wiped out.  i think i'm going to love being at head start. it really is an amazing program and i am blessed to have this opportunity. however, it is going to be stretching and challenging. i don't know how i am going to be the same after this year, if that makes sense... thanks for all the support and encouragement!!! i finally made it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-2215282672057632252?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/2215282672057632252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=2215282672057632252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2215282672057632252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2215282672057632252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-week-down.html' title='first week down'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-1123859517452517797</id><published>2008-09-01T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:39:25.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of news</title><content type='html'>most of you know that i have a job now!! after months of trying to find one, i was hired at Head Start, which is a pre-school and an early intervention program for low income families.  I remember a few months ago (after a horrible interview at one of the more wealthier schools in town) that i didn't want to work with "rich" kids, but wanted to work with kids that would not have it so well...and here i am.  I had a few meetings last week in the ISU sub and it was so crazy not to be a student there, but to be employed and at meetings...weird.  I have my own classroom and my own full time TA. she is hilarious! the other day we were doing home-visits (we go to their homes to discuss the program and their responsibilities-it's hard because most of these home are not decent enough for children to live in) and we walked a little ways because we parked and decided to walk the block to find the house. after the visit we left and were talking. she starts walking towards a suburban and begins to open the door and get in. i whispered and told her that wasn't our car. she freaked out and we started running towards my car. it was so funny. she is great. overall i think it is going to be a challenging year, but worth it. i already feel like God is up to something...we will see where He takes me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-1123859517452517797?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/1123859517452517797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=1123859517452517797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/1123859517452517797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/1123859517452517797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-bit-of-news.html' title='a little bit of news'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-6475263565119034080</id><published>2008-07-08T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:49:22.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only in small town idaho</title><content type='html'>sunday i went home to hang out with my aunt and uncle who are here from arizona.  well, it was my grandma's house in shelley, which is 5 miles from firth. anyway, after eating dinner we decided to go to the quick stop video. as we were looking for a movie to rent someone started talking to us, which i assumed was someone who worked there. well i was in for a nice/scary surprise because there on her shoulder was a big fat squirrel. a pet squirrel. in the VIDEO store. not in nature, but a video store. as she was talking to us it took a nice poop on her shoulder and guess what, she still kept talking. my aunt and i were trying not to die laughing. she finally left, to possibly go clean it up or scare another costumer i am not sure, but we laughed so hard after she left and i almost passed out in the isle. it was hilarious and kind of creepy at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-6475263565119034080?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6475263565119034080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=6475263565119034080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6475263565119034080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6475263565119034080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-in-small-town-idaho.html' title='only in small town idaho'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-9127356958234049123</id><published>2008-07-05T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:30:24.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh hawaii</title><content type='html'>For a lovely graduation present my mom and grandma took me to Kona, "The Big Island." We were there for a week and it was beautiful and amazing.  Here are some pictures from that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_HRlQdD8I/AAAAAAAAACk/r0D3jauPETI/s1600-h/DSCN3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_HRlQdD8I/AAAAAAAAACk/r0D3jauPETI/s200/DSCN3848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219609598018523074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The condo...so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_HvVGXV9I/AAAAAAAAACs/pOMc_zdO0yY/s1600-h/DSCN3860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_HvVGXV9I/AAAAAAAAACs/pOMc_zdO0yY/s200/DSCN3860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219610109077313490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_IQWVSGtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zCOCL__4tho/s1600-h/DSCN3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_IQWVSGtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zCOCL__4tho/s200/DSCN3902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219610676344003282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorkeling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_I1AzruKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r8MoezUg2OA/s1600-h/DSCN3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_I1AzruKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r8MoezUg2OA/s200/DSCN3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219611306221090978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coffee shop. When I saw that i laughed and thought you all would like the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_Jq2WTwNI/AAAAAAAAADE/ICslgCfN5Uk/s1600-h/DSCN4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_Jq2WTwNI/AAAAAAAAADE/ICslgCfN5Uk/s200/DSCN4159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219612231126466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many  beautiful flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_KUl_OC-I/AAAAAAAAADM/BgCf-S-pusY/s1600-h/DSCN4471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_KUl_OC-I/AAAAAAAAADM/BgCf-S-pusY/s200/DSCN4471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219612948289162210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_LER9QtxI/AAAAAAAAADU/1Q2uoUQT5-4/s1600-h/DSCN4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_LER9QtxI/AAAAAAAAADU/1Q2uoUQT5-4/s200/DSCN4518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219613767545960210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vacation was great and my mom and grandma are so funny!  It was a good time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-9127356958234049123?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/9127356958234049123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=9127356958234049123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/9127356958234049123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/9127356958234049123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhh-hawaii.html' title='ahhh hawaii'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SG_HRlQdD8I/AAAAAAAAACk/r0D3jauPETI/s72-c/DSCN3848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-6099775790153338456</id><published>2008-06-03T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:17:12.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>why is it that being comfortable seems to go hand-in-hand with being complacent or settling (I know not always, but lately it seems to be working that way).  So I've had three job interviews. Doesn't seem like a lot, but it takes  EVERYTHING in me to go to an interview.  I heard back from one, which was a "we went with a different candidate." That's fine. I didn't like the atmosphere when I walked in or the principal.  I had another interview two weeks ago, where i student taught.  I had not heard back from them a yes or a no, so I took it upon myself to call; fifteen minutes ago.  I did not get it.  I find myself crying for something that I didn't want in the first place.  The school was Greenacres and before I was done student teaching I remember say that I did not think it was were I was supposed to be. That since of "home" was not there.  And now that I'm not working there i am crying over something I didn't want/wasn't supposed to have, in the first place.  After the interview I wanted to work there because it was "comfortable."  I know the people that work there and I have been there for four months.  I'm hoping this blog makes since because i find my self saying that i would have taken a job (if they would have said yes) because I was comfortable. i think being comfortable would have equaled settling because i knew before i graduated that that is not where i am suppose to be. I find God saying that he knows where i will fit best. that my prayer of saying that i don't just want a "job" i want to be where i will fit best, that he IS answering that.  does that make sense, does any of this blog??!  i hope you, whoever reads this, understands what i am saying.    DON'T SETTLE BECAUSE YOU ARE COMFORTABLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-6099775790153338456?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6099775790153338456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=6099775790153338456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6099775790153338456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6099775790153338456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-6399993527398043002</id><published>2008-05-18T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:35:39.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love playing softball.</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe I love it so much because I never play. I support the team. I'm the back up to the back up to the back up. And they call me "Fawn the Rocket". The "coaches" gave me that position and name. I think I fit into that role really well. I'm there if they ever need me (which will be never)---  I think I will enjoy playing softball this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-6399993527398043002?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6399993527398043002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=6399993527398043002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6399993527398043002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6399993527398043002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-playing-softball.html' title='I love playing softball.'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-2754366670372707291</id><published>2008-05-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:54:39.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect morning</title><content type='html'>today has been one of the best mornings i have had in a very long time.  last night i was asked to have coffee at 6:45 am, with a beautiful roommate of mine (alyson). yeah it was early, but it was worth waking up for :). I had a chi tea, which i love.  After that I took the dogs to the AMI trail and walked that for about 35-45  min. It was the perfect temperature outside and the hills are now turning green, it was wonderful. then i came home, made a delicious soy banana shake and a honey nut bagel w/ cream cheese, sat on my porch, and read my bible.  so perfect. could not have asked for a more beautiful morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SCB-kJ7w03I/AAAAAAAAACU/W2KbBgrGvlk/s1600-h/DSCN3816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SCB-kJ7w03I/AAAAAAAAACU/W2KbBgrGvlk/s200/DSCN3816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197293129592525682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SCB-957w04I/AAAAAAAAACc/KMmeJbXNmk0/s1600-h/DSCN3808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SCB-957w04I/AAAAAAAAACc/KMmeJbXNmk0/s200/DSCN3808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197293571974157186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-2754366670372707291?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/2754366670372707291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=2754366670372707291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2754366670372707291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2754366670372707291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-morning.html' title='the perfect morning'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/SCB-kJ7w03I/AAAAAAAAACU/W2KbBgrGvlk/s72-c/DSCN3816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-3113230741647243163</id><published>2008-04-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:15:35.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah. randomness and anxiety</title><content type='html'>i am getting ready for my first "offical" interview. blah. i barely slept last night and thanks to tylenol pm i had horrible dreams and didn't sleep well at all (sleeping pills are not good for me, just ask my roommates).  so whenever i stress i give in to a struggle that i currently carry with me.  it is right there in my back pocket waiting for me to pull it out at any given minute when i feel stressed or anxious. cool. so there it was today staring me in the face telling me that it was better than what god can do/could do. i sat there thinking this is a lie, however, it has comforted me before and why not run to it again in this time of freaking out. so i did. why do i keep doing that. i sat here today and had a great conversation with my roomate on trusting god and when it comes right down to it, in those extremely difficult moments, i choose something that is so less fulfilling so less satisfying, something that only last a minute and then is gone.  this is something i am working through, or to be honest, just keep ignoring. hoping one day i will magically trust god in times of desperate need, but i have yet to do so. moments like this don't just "happen." i have to choose. I HAVE TO CHOOSE!!!  sometimes i wish god would just choose for us...but what kind of relationship would that be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-3113230741647243163?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/3113230741647243163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=3113230741647243163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3113230741647243163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/3113230741647243163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah-randomness-and-anxiety.html' title='blah. randomness and anxiety'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-2477916941263372533</id><published>2008-04-08T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:38:31.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh it's that time again...</title><content type='html'>time to study...i REALLY don't want to, so to motivate myself I got a green tea frappe from starbucks. oh yeahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-2477916941263372533?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/2477916941263372533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=2477916941263372533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2477916941263372533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2477916941263372533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-its-that-time-again.html' title='AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh it&apos;s that time again...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-8232223930239375833</id><published>2008-02-28T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:11:20.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a true sign of spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it is almost spring! today i was driving home and as i turned the corner to our house i see 4 kids climbing trees! i wanted to jump out and start climbing with them. it made me smile because i remember climbing trees when i was younger. the best are weeping willow trees.  i think maybe i will go try and climb a tree...&lt;/span&gt;&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/19755852-8232223930239375833?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/8232223930239375833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=8232223930239375833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/8232223930239375833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/8232223930239375833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-sign-of-spring.html' title='a true sign of spring'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-2695754636440200463</id><published>2008-01-22T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:01:09.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Colleen :)</title><content type='html'>Janel told me that Colleen likes looking at the pictures on my blog, so this blog is for cute Colleen :)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R5a3L3ro6SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v60TRk1xxFw/s1600-h/DSCN3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R5a3L3ro6SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v60TRk1xxFw/s200/DSCN3003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511837752912162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collen and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R5a4uHro6TI/AAAAAAAAACE/C9Ci-bd8yPk/s1600-h/DSCN3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R5a4uHro6TI/AAAAAAAAACE/C9Ci-bd8yPk/s200/DSCN3253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158513525675059506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn and I camping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R5a6Jnro6UI/AAAAAAAAACM/E2dmT-5ij_8/s1600-h/DSCN1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R5a6Jnro6UI/AAAAAAAAACM/E2dmT-5ij_8/s200/DSCN1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158515097633089858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie enjoying the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like these pictures Colleen. Hopefully we will see each other soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-2695754636440200463?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/2695754636440200463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=2695754636440200463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2695754636440200463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2695754636440200463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-colleen.html' title='For Colleen :)'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R5a3L3ro6SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v60TRk1xxFw/s72-c/DSCN3003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-567399524209799131</id><published>2008-01-14T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:46:17.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so cute...</title><content type='html'>Friday was the first time my student teaching class had PE, so I decided to sit in and watch the PE teacher, hoping to get some ideas for movement activities in my class. They worked out so hard, doing various activities. I was impressed! Afterwards the class was lining up and I was walking by giving students high-fives, or asking how they were feeling.  One little boy (soooo cute, he is in Kindergarten) said that his "human heart is beeping so hard." It was in the cutest little voice and his hand was on his chest.  I wanted to grab him and hug him. It was adorable. I love what I am doing! How could there be any better job where I get to love on kids and hang out with them and laugh with them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-567399524209799131?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/567399524209799131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=567399524209799131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/567399524209799131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/567399524209799131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-cute.html' title='so cute...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-2916469385131646835</id><published>2008-01-08T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:15:21.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye ISU...hello GRADUATION!!!!!</title><content type='html'>yes, the countdown has begun! i started student teaching on the 2nd.  STUDENT TEACHING, I am STUDENT TEACHING!!!!! I  have waited...well...a long time for this semester and it is finally here.  There is a God ;) just kidding, i know there is otherwise I wouldn't be here (and not to mention i wouldn't be here without the love of a lot of people in my life). Anyways, just wanted to announce that I am student teaching and soon will be a "real" teacher... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-2916469385131646835?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/2916469385131646835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=2916469385131646835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2916469385131646835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/2916469385131646835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-isuhello-graduation_08.html' title='goodbye ISU...hello GRADUATION!!!!!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-793433841870398160</id><published>2007-12-25T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:25:22.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks parents for naming me fawn</title><content type='html'>Fawn isn't just a name for a baby deer, oh no, it is so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was bored and typed "fawn" onto the search bar of ebay and low and behold look at all the amazing stuff that came up! just kidding. yup, this is how cool i am...thank god i start school on the second :) anyway, i thought some of the pics below and their descriptions were pretty funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, NO comments about the pug, OKAY SARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vintage Tiny Figurines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HF7jsXozI/AAAAAAAAABU/PhfrPGeJkDY/s1600-h/ebay1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HF7jsXozI/AAAAAAAAABU/PhfrPGeJkDY/s200/ebay1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148113476045480754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cat Fawn Deer Germany SO SWEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="itemTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="itemTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="itemTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Home Decor Beautiful Fawn Fairy Table Lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HGjjsXo0I/AAAAAAAAABc/lfYVhiapZSA/s1600-h/ebay2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HGjjsXo0I/AAAAAAAAABc/lfYVhiapZSA/s200/ebay2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148114163240248130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/FAWNJO%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.ebaystatic.com/aw/pics/globalAssets/ltCurve.gif" height="8" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="titlePadding"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="titlePadding" width="100%"&gt;&lt;h1 class="itemTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fenton Chameleon Green Fawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HHBTsXo1I/AAAAAAAAABk/rbNQiSY5WSY/s1600-h/ebay3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HHBTsXo1I/AAAAAAAAABk/rbNQiSY5WSY/s200/ebay3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148114674341356370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h1 class="itemTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEW FAWN PUG DOG NEEDLEPOINT CHRISTMAS THROW PILLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HHqDsXo2I/AAAAAAAAABs/UaHJBuLuq_Y/s1600-h/ebay4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HHqDsXo2I/AAAAAAAAABs/UaHJBuLuq_Y/s200/ebay4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148115374421025634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.ebaystatic.com/aw/pics/globalAssets/ltCurve.gif" height="8" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="titlePadding"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="titlePadding" width="100%"&gt;&lt;h1 class="itemTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hansa Fawn Rabbit Stuffed Animal Plush Toy New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HIJzsXo3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4fCeuj8LRj0/s1600-h/ebay5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HIJzsXo3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4fCeuj8LRj0/s200/ebay5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148115919881872242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-793433841870398160?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/793433841870398160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=793433841870398160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/793433841870398160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/793433841870398160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-parents-for-naming-me-fawn.html' title='thanks parents for naming me fawn'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R3HF7jsXozI/AAAAAAAAABU/PhfrPGeJkDY/s72-c/ebay1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-7800478684502639688</id><published>2007-12-19T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:25:15.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first hockey game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R2n8gzsXoyI/AAAAAAAAABM/m3kPzaoDU7s/s1600-h/ErinMichiganThnksgvng2007+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R2n8gzsXoyI/AAAAAAAAABM/m3kPzaoDU7s/s200/ErinMichiganThnksgvng2007+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145921689809822498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R2n8SzsXoxI/AAAAAAAAABE/rrHc35C3aWE/s1600-h/ErinMichiganThnksgvng2007+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R2n8SzsXoxI/AAAAAAAAABE/rrHc35C3aWE/s200/ErinMichiganThnksgvng2007+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145921449291653906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past Thanksgiving I went to Michigan to see Erin (yay!!!) We went to see the Red Wings play in Detroit.  I have never been to a professional hockey game and this was great! Down town Detroit is a little scary and there were quite a few drunk people at the game, but i was so much fun.  During half time they had a little kids team come on the ice and show us their skills....so cute! Probably it was so much fun because I was with Erin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-7800478684502639688?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7800478684502639688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=7800478684502639688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/7800478684502639688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/7800478684502639688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-hockey-game.html' title='first hockey game'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/R2n8gzsXoyI/AAAAAAAAABM/m3kPzaoDU7s/s72-c/ErinMichiganThnksgvng2007+230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-526129686419521995</id><published>2007-05-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:22:14.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone likes the water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! my dog loves the water and i am so excited!!! I was afraid that she might be a little scared of the water (who knows what her previous owners did to her...) but she loved it. it was cute, she was shy at first but i threw a stick in and she jumped right in. i'm so proud of her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RlznBGnfF7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/b3OH_Pp73Vc/s1600-h/DSCN2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070181286654449586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RlznBGnfF7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/b3OH_Pp73Vc/s200/DSCN2516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RlztlWnfF8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w11aXfrtDmU/s1600-h/DSCN2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070188506494474178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RlztlWnfF8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w11aXfrtDmU/s200/DSCN2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RlztlWnfF8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w11aXfrtDmU/s1600-h/DSCN2513.JPG"&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/19755852-526129686419521995?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/526129686419521995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=526129686419521995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/526129686419521995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/526129686419521995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/05/someone-likes-water.html' title='someone likes the water'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RlznBGnfF7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/b3OH_Pp73Vc/s72-c/DSCN2516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-5298009988321324084</id><published>2007-05-11T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T07:10:15.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another year down...</title><content type='html'>Today is my offical day of freedom for the summer!!!  finals are over with and life feels good.  I think this past week I may have gotten a total of 15 hours of sleep.  crazy what you can do when you need to do some last minute cramming for exams.  now it's just working for the summer and HOPEFULLY seeing my family sometime after June.  Thanks for those who prayed! (sorry roomates who got to see my emotional/stressed side) :)  well i have to go get my hair cut and then it's back to bed ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-5298009988321324084?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/5298009988321324084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=5298009988321324084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/5298009988321324084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/5298009988321324084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-year-down.html' title='another year down...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-7478622657725180373</id><published>2007-03-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T07:02:33.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual floating trip</title><content type='html'>Every year, at least once a year, my dad and I go on a "floating" trip (aka trapping with my dad). I went on this trip this past Sunday. I got there at 6, we left around 7, got on the river at 7:30 and floated till 5:30. Yes, I am red! Canoeing is probably my favorite thing to do. I love it! It was pretty nice out except the wind started to pick up and there was about a 1/2 mile stretch of river that was so freaking hard to paddle down. At one point our boat was sideways and we were barely moving. Anyway I loved it. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKKdFrFkII/AAAAAAAAAAk/gye2M1ZfK3M/s1600-h/dscn2388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044746764952113282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKKdFrFkII/AAAAAAAAAAk/gye2M1ZfK3M/s200/dscn2388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKJJ1rFkGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2cNqxAmoh-M/s1600-h/dscn2391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044745334728003682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKJJ1rFkGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2cNqxAmoh-M/s200/dscn2391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKKDVrFkHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R5dAF442cx4/s1600-h/dscn2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044746322570481778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKKDVrFkHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R5dAF442cx4/s200/dscn2403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKLi1rFkJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s7CAiJPPaw0/s1600-h/DSCN2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044747963247988882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="92" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKLi1rFkJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s7CAiJPPaw0/s200/DSCN2402.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKLi1rFkJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s7CAiJPPaw0/s1600-h/DSCN2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKLi1rFkJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s7CAiJPPaw0/s1600-h/DSCN2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-7478622657725180373?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7478622657725180373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=7478622657725180373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/7478622657725180373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/7478622657725180373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/03/annual-floating-trip.html' title='Annual floating trip'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX5uCqZgGmY/RgKKdFrFkII/AAAAAAAAAAk/gye2M1ZfK3M/s72-c/dscn2388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-6286020536078628799</id><published>2007-03-04T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:03:48.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight snack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday i finally took the praxis II!!  of course the night before i was extremely nervous and decided to take a melatonin to help me sleep, otherwise i would have been up all night freaking out.  so i took the melatonin and went to bed around 10:30.  i had put some earplugs in to block out some noise so i could fall asleep faster.  a couple hours later i woke up feeling something in my mouth.  half asleep and feeling groggy, i pulled out a little piece of something from inbetween my bottom gum and lip, as i was pulling that out i felt something else on the side of my mouth, there i pulled out two earplugs and the little piece i pulled out from my gums was a chunk of the freaking earplug! sick!  that is sick.  i woke up eating my earplugs!!!!  also later that night, i woke up with the death grip, clutching my phone so hard and holding it against my chest.  i guess i was paranoid i wouldn't hear it.  SO never take melatonin when feeling stressed, and maybe eat a little something before you go to bed so you don't wake up chewing on your earplugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i know, i'm such a freak when i sleep :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-6286020536078628799?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6286020536078628799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=6286020536078628799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6286020536078628799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/6286020536078628799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/03/midnight-snack.html' title='midnight snack'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-117146232645375335</id><published>2007-02-14T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:16:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wierd dream</title><content type='html'>so last night i had this dream.  it was summer, i was wearing flip-flops and the bottom of my left foot was hurting, so i looked at it.  there in the middle on the ball of my foot was a little wart. nothing gross like james' huge nasty wart, just a little one.  so i thought to myself that i should make an appointment to burn it off.  well i put it off...and off...and eventually forgot about it. unitl it started hurting again a while later.  this time when i looked at the bottom of my foot the once small wart had turned into a gaint 6th toe!!! what the!?!?!  so now i had this huge, man-like, giant toe coming out of the wart. sick.  so i showed my mom who rushed me to the doctor.  on the way there i started crying and asked if i would need surgery.  she said not to cry and that they wouldn't do surgery and all i would have to do is start eating right and loosing weight (yeah she was refering to the gastro-something-bypass to loose weight!) cool not only do i have this huge nasty mutation on my foot, i now need major surgery to loose some weight.  what a crappy dream...i think it's because, well i actually do have a tiny wart on the bottom of my big toe that i need to get taken care of, and i really do need to start watching what i eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-117146232645375335?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/117146232645375335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=117146232645375335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/117146232645375335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/117146232645375335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/02/wierd-dream.html' title='wierd dream'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-117021800008280857</id><published>2007-01-30T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:33:20.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whose got it, not me</title><content type='html'>apparently i missed the common sense speech from, i don't know, school, church, my mom, someone...  i guess there are just things in this life that are common sense, or something like it, and you just know these things. whelp i missed that speech and am now suffering the consequences.  let me explain.  i guess it's common knowledge to eat yogurt when taking medication to avoid a very irritating and personal problem, it's common sense to not take a bath in Epson salt and then put icy hell, i mean icy hot on. well last night it would have come in handy to know not to sleep with a heating pad. no i did not leave it on, but it would have been better than what happened!! i was totally out until i rolled over and felt like i was being choked.  when panic finally left me i realized that i had some how gotten the cord wrapped around my neck and had moved just right so my body laid on one part and when i move, pulled the cord tight.  cool. i almost choked myself. is there a book out there, if not i'm writing one. oh wait, it's just me who lacks common sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-117021800008280857?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/117021800008280857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=117021800008280857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/117021800008280857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/117021800008280857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2007/01/whose-got-it-not-me.html' title='whose got it, not me'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116708607043898726</id><published>2006-12-25T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:35:07.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas at the cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/1600/821627/DSCN2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/200/646002/DSCN2268.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/1600/502639/DSCN2266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/200/160878/DSCN2266.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/1600/980576/DSCN2263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/200/349346/DSCN2263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/1600/785664/DSCN2260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/320/997516/DSCN2260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/1600/743959/DSCN2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/200/759517/DSCN2242.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/1600/555516/DSCN2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/200/823998/DSCN2197.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Christmas was at the cabin.  We went up Sat morning and came back this afternoon.  There wasn't a ton of snow, but we were able to get some good sledding hours in :)  I LOVE SLEDDING!!! It was so much fun.  We also played a few card games including BS.  No one makes me laugh as hard as my brothers do.  We were laughing so hard that my brother was crying and snorted, which made me laugh/cry even harder, then there was silence because none of us could breathe. It was a really good time.  MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, so I know there is NO skin showing in my pic, but i just wanted to stay warm and maybe rob a bank later :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116708607043898726?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116708607043898726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116708607043898726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116708607043898726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116708607043898726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-at-cabin.html' title='christmas at the cabin'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116684077620973009</id><published>2006-12-22T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:26:16.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much poop</title><content type='html'>the other day one of the kids at work, who is 6, informed me that he was moving to California.  When I asked him why he said "because the dog made a mess."  So I asked him what kind of mess and he said "because he pooped to much in the yard and we have to find a new yard."  I laughed pretty hard.  Did he make this up on his own, or did he hear part of a conversation and then created his own version?? I don't know.  Kids are so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116684077620973009?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116684077620973009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116684077620973009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116684077620973009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116684077620973009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-much-poop.html' title='too much poop'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116633115774540384</id><published>2006-12-16T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:52:37.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/1600/56765/dscn2139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/948/1962/320/276175/dscn2139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116633115774540384?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116633115774540384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116633115774540384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116633115774540384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116633115774540384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-my-dog.html' title='i love my dog'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116606380403673940</id><published>2006-12-13T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:36:44.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so cute!</title><content type='html'>today my phone went off saying that i had a text message.  i figured it was the same 3 people i text to on a daily basis...but nope it was my cute grandma!!  she snet my about three texts that probably took about 40 minutes, so i picture my little grandma with her glasses, squinting, trying to text with the little numbers, so cute!  i love my grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116606380403673940?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116606380403673940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116606380403673940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116606380403673940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116606380403673940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-cute.html' title='so cute!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116449914333763172</id><published>2006-11-25T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:59:03.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to hang my xmas lights up</title><content type='html'>so today i went to sierra's...again.  just wanted to get some green garland to hang on our front porch railing, is that too much to ask!?  anyway, i was at sierra's and i just got checked out and was trying to get through the door, because that's what you do, you enter and exit through a door, you don't stare at it and you don't stand in front of it; is this not common knowledge?  so i asked this 6'8" lady (kind of scary)to please move (i actually said "excuse me" in my sweet as an angle voice, yeah she didn't move, said it again, she maybe moved three inches, not enough for this holiday belly to squeeze through.  then her husband and kid with a boot (broken foot i'm guessing) was blocking the other half of the door!! seriously do people get paid to trap customers in?!? i took a deep breath and pushed my way through.  ok, so this is why i avoid shopping at all costs during the holidays.  what a scrooge i am.  so this year i may be doing my shopping on-line. ebay here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116449914333763172?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116449914333763172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116449914333763172' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116449914333763172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116449914333763172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-want-to-hang-my-xmas-lights-up.html' title='I just want to hang my xmas lights up'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116449863018036885</id><published>2006-11-25T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:50:30.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to hang my xmas lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116449863018036885?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116449863018036885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116449863018036885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116449863018036885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116449863018036885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-want-to-hang-my-xmas-lights.html' title='I just want to hang my xmas lights'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116112041801917114</id><published>2006-10-17T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:30:06.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to relieve stress...</title><content type='html'>dance around in your kitchen with some good music going (i recommend up beat music such as Remy Zero- Prophecy, great song to get you moving. Don't think about it just do it. yeah I probably danced around in my kitchen for quite a while, but I needed a break, my music was on, and i just started moving my feet ;)  anyway just a tip on if you need to relieve some unwanted stress.  stress kills, I'd rather dance ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116112041801917114?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116112041801917114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116112041801917114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116112041801917114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116112041801917114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-relieve-stress.html' title='to relieve stress...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116106131182623879</id><published>2006-10-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:01:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1992.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1992.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1991.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1991.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116106131182623879?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116106131182623879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116106131182623879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116106131182623879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116106131182623879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-116103403496868159</id><published>2006-10-16T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:27:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a mom!</title><content type='html'>well, kind of, i am a proud owner of a little dog named Autumn, who i (along with sara ;) ) rescued from the Pocatello Pound.  She is 6 months and adorable!!!!  She is so smart and out of the three days i have had her she has only had 2 accidents.  yeah we get up twice during the night, but that is better than cleaning up crap at 3 in the morning.  i love my dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-116103403496868159?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/116103403496868159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=116103403496868159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116103403496868159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/116103403496868159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-mom.html' title='i&apos;m a mom!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-115612460847838790</id><published>2006-08-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:08:12.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love...</title><content type='html'>With a place called Yellowstone. I think it's absolutely beautiful. Here are some pics to prove that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1627.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1647.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1647.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;West Thumb Geyser Basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/dscn1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/dscn1705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classic Old Faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1714.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mammoth Springs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-115612460847838790?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115612460847838790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=115612460847838790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115612460847838790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115612460847838790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-115153898075069242</id><published>2006-06-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:57:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fawn</title><content type='html'>Today at work I laughed.  There is the cutest kid and as he was leaving he yelled "BYE MR. FAWN!" and blew me a kiss.  I thought it was the funniest thing, then I stopped and thought a minute "do I look like a man??"  No, he is three years old!!!!  I am called a variety of names at work, such as Mrs. Fawn, Miss Fawnie, Miss Bon, Miss Swan, teacher, Miss ? (sometimes they forget my name)  Anyway it was cute and I needed a good laugh.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-115153898075069242?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115153898075069242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=115153898075069242' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115153898075069242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115153898075069242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/06/mr-fawn.html' title='Mr. Fawn'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-115145453202633031</id><published>2006-06-27T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:30:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So work today pretty much sucked! I have other words to use for it but will spare you.  It was hard because I am with the 3 and 4 yr olds and some of them aren't potty trained that well, which is fine, just hard when there are multiple accidents at the same time.  Plus one of my co-workers really pissed me off and I almost said something but held my tongue.  Anyway, so I was in a crappy mood when I got home and then I started thinking about last night and how beautiful the sunset was and it's moments like that that I realize God is here with me, and all I had to do was pray for peace and recieve it, and all I had to do was pray for joy and recieve it, and then repent and recieve it His forgiveness/grace.  That is why I love nature, in this case a sunset, because it reminds me of the beauty of God and that he is still here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-115145453202633031?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115145453202633031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=115145453202633031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115145453202633031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115145453202633031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-work-today-pretty-much-sucked-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-115077458073592070</id><published>2006-06-19T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:36:20.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A goat named Eddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/Eddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/Eddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother's goat, Eddy.  For some reason I find this rather hilarious (don't ask me what I find so funny, but goats crack me up)  Anyway he bought it from a kid who was selling it for &amp;20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-115077458073592070?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115077458073592070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=115077458073592070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115077458073592070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115077458073592070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/06/goat-named-eddy.html' title='A goat named Eddy'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-115050614594039742</id><published>2006-06-16T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:02:25.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"because it tastes good..."</title><content type='html'>Today was a crazy day at work.  When I walked through the door the secretary stopped me and told me that the kids were being awful and that she prays they are better for me than they have been for the other teachers.  Great, thanks for the warning.  So I walk into my class and the teacher that I take over for barely has a voice and the other teacher looked worn out.  She told me that she pretty much screamed at the kids all morning while at the zoo, one of the little girls got hurt because she stuck her head through the bars of the bear cage, and another boy had a huge temper tantrum; and I quote "this has been the worst field trip in the twenty years I have worked here!"  So this is what I have to walk into when I got to work.  Luckily I texted someone and told them to pray.  They weren't perfect angels but they weren't that bad either.  Later in the day we came in from being outside for a couple of hours and did a chalk project.  I was sitting at one of the tables when I looked across and seen a certain type of look on this little boys face (he is so cute and has the cutest pouty face) This particular boy likes to eat things like dirt, lick rocks, eat things off the floor, ect.  I should have kept an eye on him but I turned my head and when I looked over again he was crouched down, with dark blue on the corners of his mouth.  Yep, he was eating chalk!!  I kind of started laughing, but tried to hold it in, asked him to come over and had him spit it out in my hand.  I asked him why he was eating the chalk, and he said "because it tastes good."  I told him to go get a long nice drink and not to eat the chalk anymore.  It was pretty funny.  I do have to say I like the unpredictable-ness (not sure if that's a word) of my work ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-115050614594039742?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115050614594039742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=115050614594039742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115050614594039742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/115050614594039742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/06/because-it-tastes-good.html' title='&quot;because it tastes good...&quot;'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114805535255598761</id><published>2006-05-19T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:17:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the "I don't like myself" phase</title><content type='html'>So I've been going through a few phases lately and my current phase is the "i don't like myself" phase.  Ever go through those??  It just seems like I can't do anything right, and I totally annoy myself, and feel gross, and just don't want to be around anyone or anyone to be around me... I think I just need a vacation.  Hopefully this phase doesn't last much longer, I guess I need some prayer, or something... so if I seem rude or distant it isn't you, it just that I don't really like myself right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114805535255598761?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114805535255598761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114805535255598761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114805535255598761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114805535255598761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-like-myself-phase.html' title='the &quot;I don&apos;t like myself&quot; phase'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114774466727947091</id><published>2006-05-15T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:57:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>This weekend was hard.  I had to say goodbye to a few people that I love and that have been a part of my life since coming to college, yeah that would be the last 5 years... Some would say I'm a wuss because I have such a hard time, maybe the part that is hard is not knowing what's going to happen to our relationship, it's obviously going to change, but how...One person I had to say goodbye, or as we say "see you later" was particularly hard, but luckily I had two other really good friends there to console me.  She is gone for 27 months.  Sunday at church I was having a really hard time being there and wanted to leave.  Since Saturday night was the night I said goodbye I was still pretty emotional about it all and found myself crying throughout worship.  So instead of going home I went to the nursery were two amazing girls allowed me to cry into there arms.  Then I started crying because God has really blessed me with amazing friends, I mean just all around beautiful people.  So I said that it felt like a part of me was gone for 27 months (ok a little cheesy, but really how I feel) and Adriane said to see it as part of me on an adventure for those 27 months experiencing incredible things.  That is a good way to put it.  So until that time ends I will just enjoy the adventure that part of me is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114774466727947091?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114774466727947091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114774466727947091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114774466727947091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114774466727947091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/05/saying-goodbye.html' title='saying goodbye'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114774074668472113</id><published>2006-05-15T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:59:46.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer school...eh not bad</title><content type='html'>So today was my first official summer school class.  It is a 4 wk, Mon-Thurs class.  The syllabus was handed out today and it's funny because my midterm is next Thurs...kind of made me laugh.  Any way my teacher seems pretty cool.  I saw her on my way down to class (it's in the basement of the library) and she looked lost and you know how sometimes you know what people are looking for, and I wanted to go up to her and be like "are you looking for B66?"  She looked like a student, but little did I know she was my teacher.  I didn't ask her, but it would have been funny.  So, yep, summer school doesn't seem that bad.  4 wks verses 5 months, not really a toss up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114774074668472113?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114774074668472113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114774074668472113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114774074668472113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114774074668472113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-schooleh-not-bad.html' title='Summer school...eh not bad'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114774052002743584</id><published>2006-05-15T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:48:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114774052002743584?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114774052002743584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114774052002743584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114774052002743584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114774052002743584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114736146182195455</id><published>2006-05-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:31:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad it's May 11</title><content type='html'>Today at approximately 8:32am I finished my last final of this semester!!!  But my excitement is a little hindered due to the fact that summer school starts Monday, BUT it is only a four week class at the beginning of the summer so I will officially be done with the school year June 8, which hopefully will go by fast...anyway just wanted to share the news that I am done!!  Now I get to go to IF to have lunch with some beautiful friends and eat at Johnny Carinos, yeah baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114736146182195455?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114736146182195455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114736146182195455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114736146182195455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114736146182195455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-glad-its-may-11.html' title='I&apos;m glad it&apos;s May 11'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114694298476883714</id><published>2006-05-06T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:16:24.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to play Rocks!?!</title><content type='html'>Yep that's right, I created a game yesterday at work called Rocks.  Now I'm sure you are dying to know what this wonderful/exciting game could be so let me just explain, but first how I was inspired to create such a game:  yesterday I had 10 kids (4-5 yr old) and we went down for lunch.  When the kids are done with lunch they get really rambunctious and hard to control, so I try to have them sit by the "white wall" but they still seem to spread out in the multi-purpose room and then some of them start running around or spinning around and are just hard to control, so I was thinking about how I could get them to stay relatively still... and so Rocks was created!!!  I have the kids sit by the wall and pretend to be a any kind of rock that they want to be, some of them group together and great large rocks or some of them lay flat and make smooth rocks.  Does this game actually work, hell yeah it does!!  The kids just think they are having a fun time when really I just want them to sit still.  This game only goes on for about 3 minutes, just long enough for me to clean the tables and get everyone ready to go upstairs.  After that is taken care of we play red light green light, so they eventually get to run around.  Anyway it is a great game and the kids seem to enjoy it, I know I do ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114694298476883714?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114694298476883714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114694298476883714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114694298476883714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114694298476883714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-wants-to-play-rocks.html' title='Who wants to play Rocks!?!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114593703724761989</id><published>2006-04-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:50:37.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/200/DSCN0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/200/DSCN0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/200/DSCN0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/200/DSCN0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the cord to my old computer and found some pics that I had taken when I first got my camera last year.  (Sara I thought of you when I found these)  Anyway I am bored and need a break from studying, so here you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114593703724761989?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114593703724761989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114593703724761989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114593703724761989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114593703724761989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-pics.html' title='Random pics'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114554531151527557</id><published>2006-04-20T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:01:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A healthy breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to call this the breakfast of champions. Notice that this bowl of cookie dough is pretty much gone! But in my defense I would like to say that I have been eating it for the past week... for breakfast, oh and lunch, and maybeeee dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114554531151527557?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114554531151527557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114554531151527557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114554531151527557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114554531151527557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/04/healthy-breakfast.html' title='A healthy breakfast'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114497259643790737</id><published>2006-04-13T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:56:36.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little snack</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I was working out at Fort Hall.  A teacher had left me in charge of her group the last 40 minutes.  At 11 she still wasn't back so I decided to leave.  I have to sign out, so I went to the office.  She was standing there with the secretary and asked me if I wanted to see "the mushroom?"  I was thinking that maybe they got some new science kit in that she was pretty excited about. So I looked and it, which well, it's just an ordinary mushroom.  So she proceeded to tell me that the Poison Control Center said it wasn't poisonous. I stood there for a minute and then asked if someone tried to eat it.  She said yes and she and the secretary started laughing.  One of the boys while at recess decided that he was hungry and tried to eat the mushroom.  I started laughing so hard.  I guess I picture some little kid bending down, looking around, and then popping this mushroom into his mouth because he was hungry.  The kid that did it is one of the three white kids in the class, probably the whole school and he his so cute!!  It would make the story a lot funnier if you could see a picture of him, but anyway it made my day to hear it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114497259643790737?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114497259643790737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114497259643790737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114497259643790737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114497259643790737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-snack.html' title='A little snack'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114468680217815043</id><published>2006-04-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:33:22.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been missing out!</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was the first time I have watched the first Lord of the Rings.  I tried to watch it when it first came out on video but wasn't that interested and welp it looked kind of scary.  I know, I'm a baby ;)  Anyway, so I saw it this Saturday and it is amazing!! I think the best part is the music, but I was captivated by the movie for the whole three hours.  Wow what a good movie.  I can't believe I've missed out for this long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114468680217815043?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114468680217815043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114468680217815043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114468680217815043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114468680217815043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-missing-out.html' title='I&apos;ve been missing out!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114409865573638467</id><published>2006-04-03T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:10:55.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monday that's not too bad</title><content type='html'>Even though today is Monday which usually signifies the dreaded beginning of another week of school it actually hasn't been too bad.  I only have one class today that is 3 hrs long, but got out an hour early, which of course I prayed for- as I usually do for all my classes :) but today something just struck me about my professor.  She has MS and is wheelchair bound. Sometimes if she needs to get through the tables she will just put her little motorized wheelchair into drive and ram the tables and chairs until they have moved to a giant heap on the side.  At first I didn't know what to think of this, but every time she just looks up and smiles; like it's no big deal.  I guess I'm amazed because even though she has this debilitating disease she still acts like herself.  You know what I mean?  Like even though there is something tough in her life, she takes it one day at a time, and doesn't let that alter her personality/who she is.  I don't know if that is making sense, all I know is that I think my Monday professor is pretty cool. (plus she tells us stories of her "wild" days, which I always love those!)  Anyway today is a good day!  Now I just have to go to work and then afterwards go for a nice long walk with a good friend, what could be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114409865573638467?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114409865573638467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114409865573638467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114409865573638467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114409865573638467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-thats-not-too-bad.html' title='A Monday that&apos;s not too bad'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114368307337135049</id><published>2006-03-29T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:44:33.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new hobby</title><content type='html'>I AM SO BORED!!!!!!  I need to find a hobby.  Let's see...wish I liked to run, wish I liked to crochet, wish I could draw, wish I had time to travel, wish I collected something.  Looks like I don't really have a hobby. Hey! Maybe my new hobby is finding a hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I need a life... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114368307337135049?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114368307337135049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114368307337135049' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114368307337135049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114368307337135049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-hobby.html' title='A new hobby'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114314165633720735</id><published>2006-03-23T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:39:52.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One less crow in the world</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up to the sweet pleasant sound of a crow squawking loudly into my window.  Usually I enjoy the large cedar tree that is in front of my window, but not when there is a huge nasty crow making it's home in it.  Is it illegal to shoot a crow, maybe...but when it is 5am I don't care!!  No I don't own a gun (I know what a surprise) but seriously are there crow traps, if not I'm going to invent one, put a patent on it, and make a lot of money, so I guess in some way I'll be thankful for this large obnoxious bird waking me up so early in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing on turning negative circumstances into positive ones...But I'm serious, the bird needs to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114314165633720735?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114314165633720735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114314165633720735' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114314165633720735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114314165633720735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-less-crow-in-world.html' title='One less crow in the world'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114300789080811018</id><published>2006-03-21T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:11:30.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just need to find one positive thought...</title><content type='html'>So I feel like I need to write something positive about my day.  It was a pretty crappy day and all day long I've been thinking "hey this is a crappy day!" and just being really negative, so here is my one positive part of the day...2 min go by, can't think of anything...5 min go by, still nothing...(I'm not exaggerating I am seriously sitting here by my computer trying to think of a time that I even smiled today)...ok, finally- being able to go to a cell group and have the CWU team there, I think they are beautiful amazing girls and I am so thankful that I've been able to be a small part of their life this week.  Wow that took about 7 minutes to think of.  So now this blog is sounding negative again.  You know what, today was an ok day!  I haven't dropped out of school yet ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114300789080811018?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114300789080811018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114300789080811018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114300789080811018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114300789080811018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-need-to-find-one-positive.html' title='I just need to find one positive thought...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114280227492530178</id><published>2006-03-19T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:41:33.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An honest entry</title><content type='html'>Surprise, I'm a jealous person...actually it probably isn't a surprise at all.  I've just had a revelation about myself and I don't like it.  I've never considered myself a very jealous person, but I think that I've been hiding that from myself by disguising it with excuses such as, "oh this person and I don't get a long well," or "they are weird and I don't understand them."  When really I am jealous that this person gets to spend more time with this other person and I don't get to.  I don't know if this all makes sense, I'm just pretty disgusted with myself right now.  I hate finding out things that I don't like about myself, but I guess the cool thing is that God can totally change that about me!   I think I have a lot of praying to do today...and that's not a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was nice outside so I could go for a hike.  Or that I had a car I could go for a drive in, I need to find a quiet place to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114280227492530178?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114280227492530178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114280227492530178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114280227492530178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114280227492530178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/honest-entry.html' title='An honest entry'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114273131024772513</id><published>2006-03-18T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:21:50.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for the bunny hill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This past Wednesday I went snowboarding with 3 friends. To put it lightly I felt like I was dying yesterday!!! I haven't went in about a year and I never remember being so sore! We got up there around 1 and stayed till a little after 4. It was so much fun though! It is an expensive hobby but I'm seriously thinking about investing in it. At least it would make winter a little more exciting :) Here's a little shout out to Sara: I think that you did great for it basically being your first time, I was impressed! We will just have to go again soon so you can get some practice in. Anyway afterwards we went to Lava which was amazing; nothing like sitting in hot pools for an hour soaking your aching body. I wish I had some pictures from the day, but I didn't really want to break my nice camera. BUT surprisingly I only feel hard about 3 times. Yeah I stayed on the bunny hill, I haven't been in a year! If anyone is up for going again let me know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114273131024772513?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114273131024772513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114273131024772513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114273131024772513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114273131024772513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-for-bunny-hill.html' title='Yay for the bunny hill!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114239998211961693</id><published>2006-03-14T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T08:40:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wild Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1331.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1331.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually, it wasn't wild at all. It was more like crazy, and not crazy in a good way. What started off as a great car ride down to SLC Friday night turned into a very unpleasant (probably an understatement) trip back Saturday afternoon. While driving on the freeway in SLC someone informed us that my car was smoking, pulled over at a gas station and all the coolant was leaking out, four places and two gallons of coolant later I was finally told that the water pump to my car was bad. So Sara, Steph, Pooh, and I walked around Centerville for four hours. Here are pictures from that adventure:&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1- Notice the SuperTarget in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Wow exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was the first time Steph and I had been&lt;br /&gt;to a "Super"Target. If I was to ever go to a SuperTarget,&lt;br /&gt;Centerville would be my first choice. No, not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 2- Us at Pier 1. It is always a good time to go to Pier 1. Whether your car is broken and you have no where else to go, or your car isn't broken and you just want to look at overpriced decor that you can't afford ;) I love that store! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also during our walk around town we found out that the concert was canceled, wow what a great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out that my water pump was bad as well as a time-chain gasket, something like that, that would take 5 MORE hours to fix and couldn't be looked at until Monday, we decided to try and make it home. The mechanic said that we might need to keep refilling the coolant every 5 miles or we just might make it home without refilling it. Well we didn't. We made it 10 miles from the ID-UT border before my car decided to overheat and start smoking. The next few pictures are of us at the Cheveron/Subway entertaining ourselves for the next 5 hours!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally around 9:30 we hit the road (my parents came and picked us up) only to have the lights on my dad's truck go out, which required stopping on the side of a busy freeway in the dark, BUT FINALLY at 11:30 we pulled into Maverik in Pocatello and was able to go home. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. It's great being with people who can laugh at situations and have a good attitude about it. Thanks guys for being so great!!! :) Plus packing ourselves into the back of my truck like sardines still makes me laugh-wish I had a picture of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114239998211961693?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114239998211961693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114239998211961693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114239998211961693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114239998211961693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-wild-weekend.html' title='One Wild Weekend!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114220618753102712</id><published>2006-03-12T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:29:47.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>I know!! I'm a bad blogger.  I need to post more often.  A friend suggested twice a week.  I find it hard to even post once a week, which leads me into the title of my blog… This week, or actually month, God has been letting me know what areas of my life I need to sacrifice, I know I need to sacrifice my life as a whole, but there are some areas that I still hold on to or feel that they are mine, such as time.  It takes time to write these blogs.  Time to sit here and wonder what I'm going to say, how I'm going to say it, and then actually typing it out, (and then using spell checker ;)).  I HATE sacrificing my time for anything.  I would rather sleep in an extra 30 min than shower-I do shower though...most of the time, I would rather take a nap between classes than eat a meal, I would rather cancel a meeting with someone so I can come home and do nothing, or not go to church because I want Sunday all to myself.  For some reason I fill like I am owed all this time and that it is mine and no one else deserves it, especially God.  I don't know when I became so selfish with this.  It seems like it has become a real problem this semester, either that or God has really opened my eyes to it.  It almost makes me sick to think how incredibly selfish I am with my time.  I guess that is good because maybe it'll change, you know what I mean?  SO God has asked me of my time in a lot of ways: by meeting with a few people during the week, waking up in the morning and spending some time with him, praying...a lot (yeah, I've gotten this huge desire to pray lately), and (some of you might enjoy this part ;)) to go to church EVERY Sunday, unless something comes up like family, trips, ect.  This is going to be very hard for me, but that's ok.  So, as part of this whole sacrificing of time thing, I will write more.  It's good for me to share what's happening and what God is doing in my life because I'm not that good at it.  Anyway, there you have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114220618753102712?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114220618753102712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114220618753102712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114220618753102712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114220618753102712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-sacrifice.html' title='A Time Sacrifice'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114175883093427279</id><published>2006-03-07T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:16:26.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was close</title><content type='html'>This morning I was waiting for my roommate (we have the same class).  I did the usual routine of getting a drink, sitting in the papasan chair, staring out the window, and waiting for her.  Today while I was staring I noticed that dorky little police car that zooms around Pocatello; anyway, it had stopped right by my car.  So I made a comment to my roommate wondering who was getting the ticket, and kind of laughing to myself.  Welp, she gets out and walks passed my car, (so at this point I'm thinking it is the person who parked in front of me) turns around and sticks the ticket on my windshield. What the hell? I busted up out of that chair so fast.  Ran to the door, unlocked our fifty locks, no we don't have fifty, but we do have three and that is a lot when you are trying to run out the door, and barely make it to the car before she drives off.  I asked her what the ticket was for and she said I was illegally parked.  I asked how when I basically live at a dead-end, there is one driveway, but I figured that it didn't matter that I was parked opposite of traffic.  Well it does.  BUT she gave me a warning and said that the way I was parked was one of the top ten reasons for causing an accident.  Whatever, but at least I got out of a $30 ticket!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114175883093427279?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114175883093427279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114175883093427279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114175883093427279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114175883093427279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/that-was-close.html' title='That was close'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114151556067207913</id><published>2006-03-04T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:52:39.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool?  or REALLY Uncool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/DSCN1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Idaho weather is pretty unpredictable. Yesterday I was able to wear the flip-flops you see above- with no socks, and today, thanks to the small blizzard when I went home, I had no shoes and had to wear socks with sandals. Yeah I wore these around. Then my mom gave me a pair of her shoes, which were too small and way uncomfortable so I resorted back to this. Not sure if this is really cool, but surprisingly comfortable; don't ask me how when socks are jammed between your toes, but it wasn't bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114151556067207913?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114151556067207913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114151556067207913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114151556067207913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114151556067207913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/03/cool-or-really-uncool.html' title='Cool?  or REALLY Uncool?'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114115396558008454</id><published>2006-02-28T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:15:10.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning View</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The view early this morning across from the Simplot factory.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/DSCN1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/200/DSCN1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/dscn1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/200/dscn1308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114115396558008454?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114115396558008454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114115396558008454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114115396558008454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114115396558008454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/morning-view.html' title='Morning View'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114110554535620618</id><published>2006-02-27T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:45:45.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Group &amp; the Portneuf River</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the first night of me becoming a cell leader again.  Kind of scary, but that's why God is in charge and I'm not :)  There were 5 of us.  All the girls are really cute and they actually talk, which is exciting!!  I'm still struggling with feeling dumb and wondering if this was God or not, but that's when trust comes into play and believing that this is what I am supposed to be doing.  If it's not, then it probably won't last long...Also, I've been able to hang out with nature for a while the past few days.  My dad has been trapping the Portneuf and has needed me to pick him up, so I've been hanging out down by the river waiting for my dad and then hanging out with him while he is loading the truck. Something about nature totally rejuvinates me, it's great.  I need to do that more often.  Anybody want to go swim in the Portneuf ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114110554535620618?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114110554535620618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114110554535620618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114110554535620618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114110554535620618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/cell-group-portneuf-river.html' title='Cell Group &amp; the Portneuf River'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-114084641317127946</id><published>2006-02-24T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:34:08.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come to a conclusion.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in a really long time.  I think I've been afraid to write anything serious about me and what God is doing in my life, dumb I know.  So instead I have been writing blogs about nothing!! (Even though some of it is pretty funny and by funny I mean dumb things and I'm glad I can laugh about it, and hopefully through those moments make others laugh too) So I've decided to stop being scared of what others will think, share what I feel, and talk about God and how much He amazes me on a daily basis.  The past two months have been some of the hardest months of my life; my grandpa dying, school screwing me over, a relationship ending, and God asking me to make changes that I have been hesitant and resistant to do. I feel like I have seriously come to that place of desperation.  Lying on my bed, no strength left to pray, no thoughts left to think, pretty much just lying there feeling totally helpless.  Guess what, that's where I needed to be otherwise any strength left I still would have tried to use and God wouldn't have been able to really do what He's needed to do for a long time.  With all that said, I am now going to write more of what is really happening in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-114084641317127946?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114084641317127946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=114084641317127946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114084641317127946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/114084641317127946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-come-to-conclusion.html' title='I&apos;ve come to a conclusion.'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113989074054978323</id><published>2006-02-13T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:19:00.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This past weekend...</title><content type='html'>I went to the cabin with my family.  We didn't make it up there until 8pm Friday, which would be fine except it was 0 degrees out and we still had a 30 minute ride, on snow machines, to the cabin...it was freezing!!!!  We got to the cabin and it was a cool 22 degrees inside.  I spent the next hour standing next to the fire.  The cold must have went to my head because I tried to warm my socks up on the fireplace, after a few seconds my mom threw them off and informed me that I would just burn them...oops.  We all finally went to bed around 10:30 and woke up around 9:30 the next morning, this is highly unusual for my family because they don't sleep in, sleeping in for them is like 7.  My dad and brothers went snowmobiling for the day while my mom and I hung out.  Later my brother Phil came back and we went sledding!!  Yes, I like to sled a lot.  We built a ramp and everything.  I almost broke my leg but it was totally worth it.  That night we just hung out and I went to bed around 10.  The next morning I went snowmobiling with my dad and brothers.  It was great.  I think I got to a top speed of 85-90 on it.  After a few hours of that we packed up and headed home.  It was a really great weekend and the scenery was beautiful!!  My brother took some pictures of us trying our sled ramp out, so I will try to get a hold of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113989074054978323?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113989074054978323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113989074054978323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113989074054978323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113989074054978323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-past-weekend.html' title='This past weekend...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113926172031979671</id><published>2006-02-06T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:31:11.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body wash for breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I went to Walmart to get the basics, I'm pretty much out of everything. I was in the soap isle, taking my time smelling the different body washes they have. What can I say I like a good smelling body wash. I decide to smell the Dove-for dry skin w cocoa &amp;amp; shea butter- body wash. I open the lid, decide to give it a squeeze, and you gussed it, the body wash comes squiriting out of the cap like an explosion and hits me in the face. Pretty much my whole mouth and nose was covered. I quickly wipe it off, which it is now all over my coat sleeve, look to see if anyone was watching, and busted out of the isle as fast as I could. I can still taste the soap now. That's pretty much all I've done today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113926172031979671?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113926172031979671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113926172031979671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113926172031979671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113926172031979671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/body-wash-for-breakfast.html' title='Body wash for breakfast'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113897528982703417</id><published>2006-02-03T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:01:29.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Better yet, you can e-mail them to me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113897528982703417?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113897528982703417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113897528982703417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113897528982703417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113897528982703417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/better-yet-you-can-e-mail-them-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113894587154803831</id><published>2006-02-02T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:51:11.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My phone's a piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my phone is totally unusable.  It completely broke earlier tonight.  So everyone who reads this if you could leave me your phone number that would be great.  I don't know if they'll be able to recover any info, like wires are broke and pieces are missing; it looks like someone pretty much took a hammer to it.  Hopefully I will get a new one by Saturday, but if you call and I don't answer it's because I don't have a phone.  Anyway please leave numbers!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113894587154803831?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113894587154803831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113894587154803831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113894587154803831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113894587154803831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-phones-piece.html' title='My phone&apos;s a piece'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113882783134635265</id><published>2006-02-01T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:03:51.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I'm happy to see you to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This was my happy pizza bomb.  Today I had lunch with Sara at Goodies.  I was excited about my pizza bomb but wasn't expecting a happy pizza bomb.  It looks like he is winking.  How cute.  Not cute enough to not eat in like 10 minutes though.  More like 20, but still a happy bomb is a good bomb.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113882783134635265?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113882783134635265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113882783134635265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113882783134635265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113882783134635265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-im-happy-to-see-you-to.html' title='Well I&apos;m happy to see you to!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113864389147321439</id><published>2006-01-30T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:58:12.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a nice weekend.  Hung out with some friends that I haven't hung out with in a while, so that was nice.  They are the kind of friends that you know you're going to do the "can't breathe" laugh when you are around them.  All I have to say is Vern's Place and Comfey Comforton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113864389147321439?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113864389147321439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113864389147321439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113864389147321439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113864389147321439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-weekend.html' title='Good weekend'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113834315773575737</id><published>2006-01-26T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:30:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was the day.  I said goodbye to my grandpa for the last time.  It was a nice funeral service.  My grandpa was a very devote Roman Catholic, so the service was held up in a little old (built in 1904) Catholic Church in Blackfoot.  Catholics sure do get their exercise.  I think we stood up/sat down at least twenty times, if not more.  I thought all the rituals and symbolism were pretty cool.  My family has never really been quiet, so during the viewing, waiting for the service to start, we couldn't get situated in the pew. We had an hour wait before the priest came, and we moved around so much.  I got moved from one pew to another, to the end of one to the middle of another.  Why, you ask...no idea.  Finally after a good 15 min of moving around we finally found our seats that we stayed in for the duration of the service.  Then we went to the cemetery.  Found out that my great-grandma, who he is now hanging out with :), her legal name was actually Katerina.  Anyway, just was interesting.  Then afterwards we went to my grandma's house where we ate and hung out.  Funerals are good, I guess, for giving a reason for people to come together and share memories.  I got to learn a lot of interesting facts about my family from Slovakia.  Even though it was a hard day, it was a good day.  Thank you for those who prayed for my family, it means a lot.  Thanks grandpa for bringing our family together to share wonderful memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113834315773575737?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113834315773575737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113834315773575737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113834315773575737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113834315773575737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-today-was-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113825155598154454</id><published>2006-01-25T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:59:15.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new love</title><content type='html'>Petco must be my new favorite place.  Just likes Sara's love for Ace Hardware, I have come to love Petco.  Sadly though, when I went to buy fish I was unable to do so because they were getting there new shipment in, something like that, so I guess every Wed they don't sell fish. Sad.  I decided I need a life!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113825155598154454?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113825155598154454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113825155598154454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113825155598154454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113825155598154454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-love.html' title='My new love'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113807439392212967</id><published>2006-01-23T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:55:53.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding solace in a pet store</title><content type='html'>I guess today was a good day for my grandpa to go home because late this morning he did just that.  I found out while driving home from a class.  I didn't feel like going to my apartment so I drove around Poc for a while then decided to go to Petco.  If we had a cool book store, or more importantly, a music store I would have went there, but Petco seemed to be the next best choice.  I guess I could have went to a coffee shop and stared out the window while drinking a chai tea, but instead I stared at fish rocks for about twenty minutes.  I think the guy managing the fish section was a little confused why someone would just stand and stare and rocks for that long, so finally after he walked around me for a while he asked me if I needed help.  He seemed a little nervous to do so; it wasn't like I was crying next to the fish decor.  Anyway, he asked me if I needed help, I didn't, he was nice.  Anyway I bought some rocks and decided to get some fish.  I like fish.  My family comes in Wed, not sure when the funeral is.  Maybe I'm a bad grand-daughter but I just want it to be over with.  &lt;br /&gt;PS Plastic fish plants are way over priced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113807439392212967?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113807439392212967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113807439392212967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113807439392212967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113807439392212967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/finding-solace-in-pet-store.html' title='Finding solace in a pet store'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113794826750784119</id><published>2006-01-22T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:44:27.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for the squeamish</title><content type='html'>Almost lost my leg yesterday by way of shaving.  I hate shaving!!  So I don't remember the last time I shaved my legs, but I usually don't remember a lot of things, but nonetheless, they were still pretty bad.  So I decided to shave yesterday afternoon.  I don't know how old my razor was, but I might have to get a tetanus shot after this...anyway, start shaving, did ok with one leg, just a minor cut on the knee, go to the next leg, get down by my ankle, and all of a sudden I feel this sharp pain shoot up my left leg.  I look down, and am now standing in a small pool of blood.  It almost looked like a waterfall the way the blood gushed from my leg.  I let out a cry of pain and just stood there why it bled, thinking "why do I do this?" (I felt like a twelve yr old shaving for the first time, hmmm maybe that's a sign that it's been too long...) So I just finish showering, decided to shave my armpits, here is the really gross part, I look down at my shaver and see something white in between my blades.  So I start pulling at it, yep, a giant chunk of skin comes out, sick!  I threw my razor over the shower curtain and that was the end of shaving for the day, probably for a few weeks.  Afterwards, I bandaged up my leg, which bled for a good twenty minutes, and now have a small cast around my ankle.  Maybe I'd appreciate shaving more if I only had the opportunity every couple of months, I don't know, but shaving sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113794826750784119?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113794826750784119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113794826750784119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113794826750784119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113794826750784119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-for-squeamish.html' title='Not for the squeamish'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113786380356600623</id><published>2006-01-21T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:05:04.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good movie</title><content type='html'>Anyone appreciate the flying, on-fire bird scene from Elizabethtown as much as I do!?  Saw the movie twice, laughed just as hard, if not harder, as the first time.  I think it could be one of those scenes where you rewind twenty times just to laugh hard.  I don't think it's the greatest movie ever made, but it does have some pretty funny parts in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113786380356600623?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113786380356600623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113786380356600623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113786380356600623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113786380356600623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-movie.html' title='A good movie'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113769396466166736</id><published>2006-01-19T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:06:04.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it...</title><content type='html'>that people you have judged as selfish or unkind are usually the people that end up helping you out the most?  Yeah, I'll admit it, I judged one of my professors as being pretty rude, but now he is helping me get into another class and going out of his way to do so.  By him doing this, it makes me take a step back and really think about how I view people and how most of the time those judgments are totally incorrect.  And of course that wonderful bible verse comes to mind about taking the plank out of your eye before you try to out of someone else’s, I need to look that up, but nonetheless I think I have a pretty big plank in my eye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113769396466166736?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113769396466166736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113769396466166736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113769396466166736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113769396466166736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113747778623256292</id><published>2006-01-16T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:06:39.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard day.</title><content type='html'>Today was just a hard day.  Had a good friend move to Michigan and then got news that my grandpa is basically dying.  Yep shitty day.  I'm proud of my friend, it's a big step to move, and jealous at the same time, I want to go somewhere! But I love her and I know she will do well.  My grandpa (I guess great grandpa) on the other hand, well he'll be 94 Wednesday.  94!! That is so crazy.  He told my grandma that he was ready to go home.  It's just hard.  Death is hard.  Especially when you're close to someone.  If I was 94 I think I'd be ready to go home too.  I love you grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113747778623256292?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113747778623256292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113747778623256292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113747778623256292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113747778623256292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/hard-day.html' title='Hard day.'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113743636917168825</id><published>2006-01-16T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:32:49.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the best invention ever is...</title><content type='html'>Ear plugs!!! Yes, they have saved my life more than once.  When a night could have turned into endless hours of tossing and turning and getting annoyed or mad, ear plugs have been there.  I take them wherever I go, and usually more than one pair because I usually loose at least one of them.  But I think they are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113743636917168825?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113743636917168825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113743636917168825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113743636917168825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113743636917168825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-best-invention-ever-is.html' title='And the best invention ever is...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113684651906511116</id><published>2006-01-09T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:41:59.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket Shmicket</title><content type='html'>So I got a ticket today.  Usually I try to go as long as I can without paying the extremely overpriced (not that good anyway when there are more than 5 cars in the parking lot) general parking permit.  The longest I have made it is a month.  Anyway I tried talking myself out of it when I went to pay, but it didn't happen.  Maybe I need more experience, maybe I just need to find a better way to cheat the parking police!  I had a friend who cut off the general part to her permit (she had a housing permit) and glued it on for the next year.  Sounds complicated and impossible but she did it.  I need to be more creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113684651906511116?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113684651906511116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113684651906511116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113684651906511116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113684651906511116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/ticket-shmicket.html' title='Ticket Shmicket'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113666564050763274</id><published>2006-01-07T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:27:20.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much happening</title><content type='html'>Today I slept in till 10, which was so nice!  Then I went and got my car washed, but it is now raining, but it still looks nice :)  A friend is coming into town shortly, which I am pretty excited because I haven't really talked to her in a while.  Welp that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113666564050763274?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113666564050763274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113666564050763274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113666564050763274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113666564050763274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-much-happening.html' title='Not much happening'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113642303964579245</id><published>2006-01-04T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:03:59.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope not sick, just haven't showered.</title><content type='html'>So I went to the chiropractor today.  So maybe I haven't showered or combed my hair in the last 24, but seriously, I didn't think I looked THAT bad.  Maybe looking back, I could have at least attempted to comb my hair, but it was just easier to pull it up and run out the door before I was late for my app.  Anyway, get there, get all my bones cracked, blah blah blah. Then as I'm leaving the receptionist stops me and looks at me sympathetically and says "You don't look so good, I really hope you start feeling a lot better soon." What the crap! Do I look like I'm about to die?  Apparently my lack of showering makes me look like I'm dieing. Cool. Did I showered after that, nope sure didn't.  Maybe tomorrow ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113642303964579245?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113642303964579245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113642303964579245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113642303964579245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113642303964579245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/nope-not-sick-just-havent-showered.html' title='Nope not sick, just haven&apos;t showered.'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113632257083868611</id><published>2006-01-03T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:09:30.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally did it.</title><content type='html'>After mucho (that’s about all the Spanish I know) deliberating, I finally went and got a tattoo.  It's on my wrist, where most people will be able to see.  It's pretty cool.  Of course after getting it I analyzed it and there are some things I would do differently but what the heck it's there for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113632257083868611?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113632257083868611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113632257083868611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113632257083868611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113632257083868611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-finally-did-it_03.html' title='I finally did it.'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113618455255599026</id><published>2006-01-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:49:12.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I have some incredible friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113618455255599026?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113618455255599026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113618455255599026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113618455255599026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113618455255599026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113570261858377832</id><published>2005-12-27T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T08:56:58.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good!</title><content type='html'>Jeannie is coming!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113570261858377832?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113570261858377832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113570261858377832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113570261858377832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113570261858377832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113562504473719503</id><published>2005-12-26T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:24:04.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's just something about driving down the highway, music blasting, and singing at the top of your lungs, that puts me in a good mood.  It just brings peace/joy to my soul :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I think I want to move to Colorado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113562504473719503?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113562504473719503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113562504473719503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113562504473719503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113562504473719503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-just-something-about-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113556048936203678</id><published>2005-12-25T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:28:09.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My family...:)</title><content type='html'>Never a dull moment at the Johnson/Baranek family Christmas party!!  The afternoon started out right when my grandma became a little tipsy and spilt some wine on her new shoes (pretty funny, she really had the glass flying everywhere as she was asking me what I got for Christmas).  Ate the usually, with my favorite German Potato Salad!  Then went downstairs and opened presents, which I did very well.  Afterwards we, (the men and I, with the exception of my grandpa who just had knee surgery) went out and shot clay pigeons (or targets) and then went inside and played Spades.  Never played before.  Apparently my brother (Josh) and I were being pretty funny because we almost had to resuscitate my grandma because she was laughing so hard and almost passed out.  Must be hereditary because I went into silent laugh mode (where you pretty much stop breathing) when my brother snorted (if you know my brother he is a "jock" so that is pretty uncool) and I couldn't stop laughing the rest of the night every time I looked at him.  Anyway it was a great Christmas.  My family is freakin' hilarious!  MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113556048936203678?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113556048936203678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113556048936203678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113556048936203678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113556048936203678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-family.html' title='My family...:)'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113545227163576806</id><published>2005-12-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:24:31.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/Fall%20Retreat%2005%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/320/Fall%20Retreat%2005%20034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got baptized this October and I found this when I was looking through all my pictures.  I like it a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113545227163576806?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113545227163576806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113545227163576806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113545227163576806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113545227163576806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-pic.html' title='Random pic'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113538868413919487</id><published>2005-12-23T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:44:44.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day...</title><content type='html'>So today has been pretty boring.  Took a 2 hour nap.  Went shopping, walked around Winco for about 20 minutes, couldn't decide what to buy, so I wrote a check for a gallon of milk and some trail mix...yep, that's about it.  I think I might go for a drive, anyone want to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113538868413919487?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113538868413919487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113538868413919487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113538868413919487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113538868413919487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/boring-day.html' title='Boring day...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113528634815060485</id><published>2005-12-22T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:20:57.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW I'm dumb!</title><content type='html'>Some times I do the dumbest things!! Seriously, they are really idiotic and I feel so dumb afterwards (but usually it makes me laugh, but nonetheless, they are still really dumb) So I was driving home yesterday morning, early, so it was still dark and I had to scrape some frost off the windows.  Well I got a pretty bad chip in my windshield last week, my new windshield- thanks sweet semi driver, and for some reason I got the idea that if I don't use the defrost then it won't make the crack any worse, don't ask. So I scrape my windows and put the heat on the floor.  Well, I'm driving and I get outside of Poc and the fog is pretty bad, but I wasn't really all that worried, I get close to Fort Hall and it starts to get worse, I get outside of Fort Hall, in between there and Blackfoot, and the fog is SO bad I can barely see out of my windshield.  I was about to call my mom and tell her that I wasn't going to make it because of the fog and by now I am focusing on the white line trying not to wreak wondering how in the heck people can be driving in this.  Then I look down. I notice that there is about a 3 in strip where it looks perfectly clear outside (and here is the really dumb part) so I'm leaning down by my steering wheel, peeking through this tiny space, driving like 50, and after about 2 minutes it hits me that my windows are badly frosted over, that it isn't some crazy fog, and that I need to use my freakin' defrost.  Yep I'm real smart.  I'm sure the people driving past me were wondering how the heck I could drive with a frosted windshield!!!!  I blame it on how early it was... :)  Anyway that was my morning yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113528634815060485?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113528634815060485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113528634815060485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113528634815060485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113528634815060485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-im-dumb.html' title='WOW I&apos;m dumb!'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113512525465514464</id><published>2005-12-20T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:36:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear mishap</title><content type='html'>Funny experience today, don't know if I should share, but...so today I was getting dressed for work, I just got out of the shower and needed to put on some underwear, well (let me know if I'm the only one here) I was trying to get them on, and you know when you aren't really paying attention, thinking about someone else, but as you're thinking you're trying to put them on, and you miss one of the leg holes and your foot gets caught in the fabric so you jump around for a few seconds while trying to get your balance and your leg in the right spot as you almost fall over, yeah that happened to me earlier today, and I pretty much just laughed to myself really hard.  Underwear...who needs em'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113512525465514464?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113512525465514464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113512525465514464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113512525465514464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113512525465514464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/underwear-mishap.html' title='Underwear mishap'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113511354092790347</id><published>2005-12-20T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:19:00.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Registering = Extreme  Anger</title><content type='html'>Why does registering for classes have to be the most difficult experience for me!? It just evokes all kind of anger, like anger towards my internet connection for being so freakin' slow, anger towards the College of Edu for basically screwing up my whole college career, anger towards my math prof for not giving me a B in the class (even though not his fault), anger anger oh surprise here's some more anger... and the source of this anger registration, which I've come to conclude that school is from the devil and I don't need it!  (yeah right, I'd feel totally lost if I didn't finish school)  Anyway, that has been my day today.  Actually on a happier note, even though I am quite the procrastinator and wait till the last minute to xmas shop, yeah I'm one of those people, I have been better this year (thanks to the selling of my car and the extra cash) and have almost completed my shopping excursion.  I only have 4 presents left, and I have informed those 4 people that their gifts will be late, so actually I am done!!!  I think I'll take a nap before work.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. anyone know of any good anger management class that I could go to... &lt;br /&gt;Also, most people when their emotional state is disrupted they shop, I download music. Purchased some good songs today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113511354092790347?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113511354092790347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113511354092790347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113511354092790347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113511354092790347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/registering-extreme-anger.html' title='Registering = Extreme  Anger'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113475331975811432</id><published>2005-12-16T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:15:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a tip...</title><content type='html'>NEVER, go to a theater, decide with three friends to split the "extreme pack" (that comes with an incredibly large refillable bowl of popcorn, and two xxl drinks) and douse your popcorn with a gallon of butter. You will be paying for it in the morning!!!!!  If you do decide that it is worth it, I suggest you have Imodium, Pepto, and Tums on hand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113475331975811432?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113475331975811432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113475331975811432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113475331975811432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113475331975811432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-tip.html' title='Here&apos;s a tip...'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113458034575455622</id><published>2005-12-14T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:12:25.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed sigh of relief</title><content type='html'>Today finals are over!!  For the past 3 days, I maybe, have slept a total of 15 hours.  I have been up since 3:30 am to take a final that was at 7:30.  I am tired.  I'm praying that the rewards of studying pay off...One of my favorite feelings is walking out of the doors after my last final.  Most of the time I stand out side for a minute or two, close my eyes, and take a deep breath, while thanking God that he has yet, again, kept me alive after such a torturous time.  I wish my plans today were that of sleep, but life still continues after finals, so onward I must go.  Oh well, by Friday, though, I will be free!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113458034575455622?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113458034575455622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113458034575455622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113458034575455622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113458034575455622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/blessed-sigh-of-relief.html' title='Blessed sigh of relief'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113444718375172344</id><published>2005-12-12T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:13:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Albertsons and love</title><content type='html'>At the encouragement of my friend Jess, I've decided to start a blog (we'll see how long this lasts).  So Jess, here you go hope this entertains you for at least a few minutes while at work :)&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Albertsons and at Albertsons I fell in love. I went there to purchase my favorite candy (and the most expensive, it's Brach's and it's in the bins, something like 5 bucks/lb, but I figured I deserve it because it's finals week and I got paid) So I was in a hurry to get home, got in a line, which at first I thought the checker was a woman.  Well as I got closer I realized it was a guy, with beautiful, dark, long, wavy hair.  He had tattoos up and down one arm, earings, obviously long hair, tall, so basically he was really attractive! I tried to be discreet and look at his name tag, but I'm not so good at that, and actually can be pretty obvious about such things, but his hair covered it (yeah it was that long) so I couldn't get a look.  But what more could you ask for after a long day, the best candy and a hot checker!   Looks like I’ll be frequenting Albertsons for a while :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113444718375172344?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113444718375172344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113444718375172344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113444718375172344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113444718375172344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/albertsons-and-love.html' title='Albertsons and love'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19755852.post-113424784152806311</id><published>2005-12-10T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:50:41.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post on some people's page and I had to become a member to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19755852-113424784152806311?l=fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113424784152806311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19755852&amp;postID=113424784152806311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113424784152806311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19755852/posts/default/113424784152806311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnjohnsonfawnjohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582548915631536817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/948/1962/1600/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
