<?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-1083619430865409754</id><updated>2012-02-04T10:18:59.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Hillary now?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7897271030812359159</id><published>2010-06-08T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:21:38.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A granddaughter trip to Rite-Aid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8V9hmeFEI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Fcrr2WA8XHw/s1600/IMG_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8V9hmeFEI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Fcrr2WA8XHw/s320/IMG_0765.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480623418269111362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after arriving in SLC we granddaughters went on a spur of the moment trip to Rite-Aide with the little g of G&amp;g. We raided the candy isle. Dark chocolate Ghirardelli carmel bar... so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8VxCrhbVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yLuIchKm7G0/s1600/IMG_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8VxCrhbVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yLuIchKm7G0/s320/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480623203810372946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quote "I've got to have this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is my grandfather... we are alike in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8VvVfAqeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HIPZKoHyAiY/s1600/IMG_0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8VvVfAqeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HIPZKoHyAiY/s320/IMG_0761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480623174498429410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8Vt5OSY2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/jYTh-LDGcww/s1600/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8Vt5OSY2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/jYTh-LDGcww/s320/IMG_0758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480623149732225890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8Vsrjq5jI/AAAAAAAAA78/Qz-F7xjhhdo/s1600/IMG_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8Vsrjq5jI/AAAAAAAAA78/Qz-F7xjhhdo/s320/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480623128883947058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Maryssa scolding me for taking her picture... don't worry, I'll my Ryss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7897271030812359159?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7897271030812359159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7897271030812359159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7897271030812359159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7897271030812359159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/06/granddaughter-trip-to-rite-aid.html' title='A granddaughter trip to Rite-Aid'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TA8V9hmeFEI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Fcrr2WA8XHw/s72-c/IMG_0765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2761704977126442645</id><published>2010-06-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:31:20.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress! YES!</title><content type='html'>I feel pretty great about two things that I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is that I WORKED OUT! Go me! My legs are a bit sore now but is one of those good kinds of sore and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is that I wrote in my journal for the first time in about 3 years. I feel strongly about recording things that go on in life and was surprised at myself each time I fell off the wagon in these past years. I came to realize that wanting to record what is going on in life is a good sign and I hope this good feeling keeps me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am off to Salt Lake City to see my family for a graduation and I am so excited A) to escape the 110 degree weather even if for 24 hours B) to see family and C) not to go to work (some guys swore at me before 9:30 AM today, twice. I already need a day off.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2761704977126442645?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2761704977126442645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2761704977126442645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2761704977126442645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2761704977126442645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/06/progress-yes.html' title='Progress! YES!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8699731918130648958</id><published>2010-06-06T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:00:00.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a great weekend to...</title><content type='html'>...get accepted to nursing school! KB got accepted to Chamberlain College of Nursing a week ago Friday and will be starting July 5th so we went out to dinner to CELEBRATE! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAyITxlvcJI/AAAAAAAAA70/N9XPkzKpMT8/s1600/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAyITxlvcJI/AAAAAAAAA70/N9XPkzKpMT8/s320/school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479904719913578642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...turn one! The monkey is now a year old and I cannot believe it. He got all sorts of toys, books and clothes. I would have to say that he loves his new wagon... he just sat in it after his dad put it together and pulled him around in it. He is the cutest thing with all of the noises he makes; his mom calls them "boy noises." I love the mess he made with the cake. (sorry about the crappy picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAyITTmVgcI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8yOtDzT7UKo/s1600/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAyITTmVgcI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8yOtDzT7UKo/s320/monkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479904711863009730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAyIS6XKJBI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eiyYyK7fR74/s1600/ckae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAyIS6XKJBI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eiyYyK7fR74/s320/ckae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479904705088463890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to turn 8! Jade is my neighbor and she turned 8 this week and was baptized Saturday. I really need to be better about having my camera with me. I will have to get a picture from her mom of this because she looked so cute in her dress afterward. It's great to be 8!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8699731918130648958?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8699731918130648958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8699731918130648958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8699731918130648958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8699731918130648958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-great-weekend-to.html' title='I was a great weekend to...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAyITxlvcJI/AAAAAAAAA70/N9XPkzKpMT8/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4283038680001669820</id><published>2010-06-04T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:14:11.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night nurse.</title><content type='html'>Today the pool opened officially for the summer. I am EXHAUSTED! Everything went well but there is a list a mile long of things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a yummy note. I went to a wedding reception tonight and they had a pizookie bar! By far the best thing I've ever seen at a wedding reception, next to Panda Express catering the dinner. People, I'm taking notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if for the next 7 weeks all I talk about is the pool. It will be my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4283038680001669820?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4283038680001669820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4283038680001669820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4283038680001669820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4283038680001669820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-night-nurse.html' title='Good night nurse.'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7277797761761961718</id><published>2010-06-02T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:28:19.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Carroll</title><content type='html'>My friend Melissa left on her mission today. She will be serving the next 18 months in the Philippines and I know she's going to ROCK! I love you Missy! See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAdLOjRl3rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kNqvZPokmdE/s1600/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAdLOjRl3rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kNqvZPokmdE/s320/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478430185078775474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAdLOHQ8v9I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Jih52acvraU/s1600/IMG_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAdLOHQ8v9I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Jih52acvraU/s320/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478430177559887826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAdLNlK3vfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/emXuEyxKjA4/s1600/IMG_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAdLNlK3vfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/emXuEyxKjA4/s320/IMG_0752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478430168407588338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7277797761761961718?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7277797761761961718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7277797761761961718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7277797761761961718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7277797761761961718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/06/sister-carroll.html' title='Sister Carroll'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAdLOjRl3rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kNqvZPokmdE/s72-c/IMG_0754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-820000035216334144</id><published>2010-05-29T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:20:17.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off!</title><content type='html'>Yay for a 4 day weekend! Ben, Lisa and Luke, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIDYxB2fCI/AAAAAAAAA60/MYEqQ6zDL4g/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIDYxB2fCI/AAAAAAAAA60/MYEqQ6zDL4g/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476943820848790562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIDYemibGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ndwGQAsK0Nc/s1600/him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIDYemibGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ndwGQAsK0Nc/s320/him.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476943815902391394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIDgBgbaNI/AAAAAAAAA68/lUQ45By6SLI/s1600/lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIDgBgbaNI/AAAAAAAAA68/lUQ45By6SLI/s320/lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476943945531091154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-820000035216334144?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/820000035216334144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=820000035216334144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/820000035216334144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/820000035216334144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIDYxB2fCI/AAAAAAAAA60/MYEqQ6zDL4g/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4423808814557088229</id><published>2010-05-29T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:28:59.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7:12 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIEokhAYlI/AAAAAAAAA7E/IZM2bC7Go8s/s1600/breakfast+of+champs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIEokhAYlI/AAAAAAAAA7E/IZM2bC7Go8s/s320/breakfast+of+champs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476945191879336530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I came down and found my mother at the computer with a bowl of something dark looking. She wakes up and walks every morning at 5:30 and she usually eats before I see her so the combination of seeing her eat and not knowing what the dark substance was probed me to ask "what you eating?" to which she replied "ice cream." Having a good laugh she reminded me that she had already eaten her healthy breakfast and that this was her treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman cracks me up! This is where I inherited the need to have chocolate for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4423808814557088229?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4423808814557088229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4423808814557088229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4423808814557088229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4423808814557088229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/712-am.html' title='7:12 am'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/TAIEokhAYlI/AAAAAAAAA7E/IZM2bC7Go8s/s72-c/breakfast+of+champs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8344852336973080642</id><published>2010-05-28T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:16:24.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agggghhhhh!</title><content type='html'>Why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must people challenge me just to make their own point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I have to leave at the end of the night, when really all I want to do it stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't some people just be happy for others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I love going all-in while playing Texas Holdem, even when my cards SUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't I hit a freaking golf ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I love sour cream so much? (this is not really an agggghhhhh but I just want to know the answer:) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8344852336973080642?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8344852336973080642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8344852336973080642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8344852336973080642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8344852336973080642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/agggghhhhh.html' title='Agggghhhhh!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7870276017538671067</id><published>2010-05-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:51:58.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No post tonight!</title><content type='html'>Cause it's girls night out! Woot Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7870276017538671067?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7870276017538671067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7870276017538671067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7870276017538671067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7870276017538671067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-post-tonight.html' title='No post tonight!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7356780062045175967</id><published>2010-05-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:50:13.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this watch...</title><content type='html'>But I haven't found a store that sells it in town. Do I order it? I shop on-line all the time but this is a little different because most things I buy on-line are things I have owned before or it doesn't matter the size etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that if I end up not liking it then I won't return in in the mail... should I do it? I really like it in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_zD5ZMasiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5C0hJQlDdiM/s1600/gmn50-7b_large-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_zD5ZMasiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5C0hJQlDdiM/s320/gmn50-7b_large-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475466637758607906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7356780062045175967?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7356780062045175967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7356780062045175967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7356780062045175967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7356780062045175967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-this-watch.html' title='I want this watch...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_zD5ZMasiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5C0hJQlDdiM/s72-c/gmn50-7b_large-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8620611945142460054</id><published>2010-05-25T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:46:35.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good Monday night!</title><content type='html'>Can a girl really go wrong when the night ends with these two things?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies and cream ice cream +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_uNzoeQU2I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kEbjitTZwiA/s1600/cookies+and+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_uNzoeQU2I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kEbjitTZwiA/s320/cookies+and+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475125690176131938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Korean=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_uN0KcKLPI/AAAAAAAAA6U/T8aWVdDa_BE/s1600/the+Korean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_uN0KcKLPI/AAAAAAAAA6U/T8aWVdDa_BE/s320/the+Korean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475125699294145778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another great ending to the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8620611945142460054?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8620611945142460054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8620611945142460054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8620611945142460054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8620611945142460054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-monday-night.html' title='A good Monday night!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_uNzoeQU2I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kEbjitTZwiA/s72-c/cookies+and+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1979181801401400861</id><published>2010-05-24T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:34:50.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday!</title><content type='html'>It was a great Sunday, as usual, but even more so because of the Gila Valley Temple dedication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other things that made me happy today/recently:&lt;br /&gt;The M family came over and the monkey went swimming! He is so stinking cute and I cannot believe that he will be a whole year old in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq5WJL5eI/AAAAAAAAA6E/5avmVM_ujB0/s1600/gav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq5WJL5eI/AAAAAAAAA6E/5avmVM_ujB0/s320/gav.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474735461707277794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw those ducks again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq5MkhgOI/AAAAAAAAA58/cYpa5g8ydL4/s1600/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq5MkhgOI/AAAAAAAAA58/cYpa5g8ydL4/s320/ducks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474735459137585378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Shane's dog had a litter and she is the last one. I wanted to keep her so badly. She was so sweet and just slept the whole time she was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq4hAyI7I/AAAAAAAAA50/JRlPX-zlOoU/s1600/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq4hAyI7I/AAAAAAAAA50/JRlPX-zlOoU/s320/puppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474735447444956082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid cracks me up! I love playing cards with my family... we get a little goofy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq30cMMEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TGOkN7Xq4Bw/s1600/Brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq30cMMEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TGOkN7Xq4Bw/s320/Brother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474735435480313922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was super... I just need to get through this week before my 4 day weekend. I can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1979181801401400861?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1979181801401400861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1979181801401400861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1979181801401400861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1979181801401400861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_oq5WJL5eI/AAAAAAAAA6E/5avmVM_ujB0/s72-c/gav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2838897620911975648</id><published>2010-05-23T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:45:15.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The peak formally known as Squaw</title><content type='html'>Hiked at night= no good pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, hot day at the pool-wobbly legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steep=wobbly legs x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reward=orange slurpee after=yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2838897620911975648?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2838897620911975648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2838897620911975648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2838897620911975648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2838897620911975648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/peak-formally-known-as-squaw.html' title='The peak formally known as Squaw'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5953740892810484477</id><published>2010-05-21T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:05:16.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My least favorite part of being a woman...</title><content type='html'>... is shaving my legs. I will try to keep this as non-gross as possible but let's consider that this is something I deal with everyday as part of my job. One would think that with all the time I've spent in my swim suit and making sure that I've done my duty of keeping things smooth that I would have this down pat but I don't. The fact that I'm always cold doesn't help but aside from that I never feel like I'm all smoothed out. I get a bit frustrated when I get a "good" razor (aka expensive) and can't seem to get the desired end result. Maybe it's the product I use to shave. I've tried the non-foaming creams and body wash and regular shaving cream but nothing seems to do the trick... any suggestions of fool proof way to get smooth. I'll settle for just a half hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5953740892810484477?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5953740892810484477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5953740892810484477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5953740892810484477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5953740892810484477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-least-favorite-part-of-being-woman.html' title='My least favorite part of being a woman...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6781056683094436412</id><published>2010-05-19T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:00:32.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A theory</title><content type='html'>While speaking with a staff member today I felt more like I was being spoken at. This girl would say something and as I attempted to answer her question, she blurted out another. This went on for several minutes resulting in several unanswered questions, a frustrated me and a nearly strangled lifeguard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my theory is that all of this digital communication has resulted in a lack or complete absence of good verbal communication. For those of you who have ever chatted on line, you can throw a mess of questions out there and they will be answered eventually but we all know that this does not work as well in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh ... the young ones might not survive. Pray for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6781056683094436412?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6781056683094436412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6781056683094436412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6781056683094436412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6781056683094436412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/theory.html' title='A theory'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2987936938457616297</id><published>2010-05-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:46:52.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>I VOTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_OXU5HIrBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xQA8UMuNX2c/s1600/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_OXU5HIrBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xQA8UMuNX2c/s320/vote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472884357369211922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it keeps me in a job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2987936938457616297?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2987936938457616297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2987936938457616297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2987936938457616297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2987936938457616297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_OXU5HIrBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xQA8UMuNX2c/s72-c/vote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8742916953415934576</id><published>2010-05-18T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:54:07.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again catch up</title><content type='html'>Friday night I updated my phone and since then it has been acting strangely... until today so I finally go the pictures that I took this weekend off my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I started my Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_JGm076OOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aGezZ4E1NWQ/s1600/too+early.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_JGm076OOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aGezZ4E1NWQ/s320/too+early.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472514130067470562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that does say 4AM!  That is when we (my wardies) met to leave to our church welfare farm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_JGlwQSmsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/QaA-yeuhkYs/s1600/working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_JGlwQSmsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/QaA-yeuhkYs/s320/working.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472514111630908098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... were we felt like we were part of some chain gang. Yes, we are digging ditches and I feel buff now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we had a lovely breakfast. The rest of my day was full of errands and activities. I got to spend the entire day with KB which was fun. &lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping that my phone is back to normal...I am just glad that I can call people on it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8742916953415934576?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8742916953415934576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8742916953415934576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8742916953415934576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8742916953415934576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/again-catch-up.html' title='Again catch up'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S_JGm076OOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aGezZ4E1NWQ/s72-c/too+early.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4721640814982649375</id><published>2010-05-14T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:57:13.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it!</title><content type='html'>Like we doubted that she would:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my sister in law (lovingly referred to as sister) graduated from ASU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-5Dnx0-h_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/xK-W79-SZIY/s1600/sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-5Dnx0-h_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/xK-W79-SZIY/s320/sister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471384947971229682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-5DndzSQjI/AAAAAAAAA5E/uXWP2w02txQ/s1600/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-5DndzSQjI/AAAAAAAAA5E/uXWP2w02txQ/s320/grad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471384942595424818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation sister! Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note on the ceremony: While I was sitting waiting for the ceremony to start at 8AM, I watched the woman sitting next to me, I'd say in her late 40's, pop open a can of chicken noodle soup, pour it in a cup and drink it down. The mere smell of it made me dry heave just a little. I realize that there might be a medical condition that requires eating on a schedule but really, I felt like it was neither the time nor the place nor the choice of food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4721640814982649375?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4721640814982649375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4721640814982649375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4721640814982649375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4721640814982649375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-did-it.html' title='She did it!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-5Dnx0-h_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/xK-W79-SZIY/s72-c/sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7802990604156026970</id><published>2010-05-13T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:30:23.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking to strike a deal</title><content type='html'>Any single mens out there looking to merge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I looked over the new health benefit prices (thanks to budget cuts) it seems that the "employee only" will have to pay almost four times as much a month where as the "employee and spouse" will only be twice the regular cost. So instead of complaining about this not being fair to the single people, I decided to take advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're interested, or know someone who might be, please have them submit the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. current cost of medical coverage provided by their employer (if applicable)&lt;br /&gt;2. resume and a few letters of recommendation&lt;br /&gt;3. chocolates to sweeten the deal&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7802990604156026970?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7802990604156026970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7802990604156026970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7802990604156026970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7802990604156026970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-looking-to-strike-deal.html' title='I&apos;m looking to strike a deal'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6565510302776729011</id><published>2010-05-11T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:05:22.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tues.day-mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-pFDv_xtLI/AAAAAAAAA48/GrKkBsOBkx4/s1600/momma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-pFDv_xtLI/AAAAAAAAA48/GrKkBsOBkx4/s320/momma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470260628120777906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things I learned from my mother-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mother taught me to hold myself responsible for what happens in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me to look for the good in others because "are we not all beggars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother taught me the value of a home cooked meal (on the pocket book and in a family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me that sometimes the only thing you can do is laugh at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother taught me that love is shown in more than one way you just have to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me that friends will come and go so cherish them when you have them but don't fret when they are the fair weather type, change or disappear, more will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me that doing what everyone else is doing isn't always what is right for you (or me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me humility and patience and how they really don't work without each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me that it is great to do what you love but it sometimes you can't so you learn to love what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My mother taught me that serving others not only allows you to forget yourself and your own sorrows but that it brings happiness because as we serve others we serve Heavenly Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6565510302776729011?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6565510302776729011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6565510302776729011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6565510302776729011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6565510302776729011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-on-tuesday-mother.html' title='10 on Tues.day-mother'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-pFDv_xtLI/AAAAAAAAA48/GrKkBsOBkx4/s72-c/momma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2535268887118785617</id><published>2010-05-10T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:00:30.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long weekend</title><content type='html'>Dear friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I've been absent since Thursday. Well, that's because I haven't stopped since then. It all started because I went to the midnight showing of Ironman 2 after having worked all day and then having an activity for church. Friday I worked all day also and had a training session that night. Saturday was a fun day where my ward went to the Gila Valley which is about 2 and a half hours away from Chandler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jh3vkkDEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/EzugHj88UnE/s1600/IMG_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jh3vkkDEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/EzugHj88UnE/s320/IMG_0728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469870095220345922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my friend Jordy picking up some breakfast on our way... gotta love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the temple and me attempting to take my picture with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jiNMcpI8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6zntWUBPEFk/s1600/IMG_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jiNMcpI8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6zntWUBPEFk/s320/IMG_0729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469870463749006274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jiNw20EaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/t_yae2SrFqM/s1600/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jiNw20EaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/t_yae2SrFqM/s320/IMG_0730.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469870473522450850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have done it the way Ginger and Romeo did it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-ji5qvmDQI/AAAAAAAAA4s/eVTJ31DSjU8/s1600/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-ji5qvmDQI/AAAAAAAAA4s/eVTJ31DSjU8/s320/IMG_0733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469871227795803394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-ji5PF6tAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xl_k4ZEInVc/s1600/IMG_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-ji5PF6tAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xl_k4ZEInVc/s320/IMG_0734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469871220373238786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-ji4qYyDdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/i7EZqSBsmXU/s1600/IMG_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-ji4qYyDdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/i7EZqSBsmXU/s320/IMG_0735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469871210520251858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I love Jordy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful trip with my ward... aren't we cute!? (I'm looking for a bigger one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jjs-hss4I/AAAAAAAAA40/0H4cHsx9DV8/s1600/28554_394215072417_714412417_3966257_8060050_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jjs-hss4I/AAAAAAAAA40/0H4cHsx9DV8/s320/28554_394215072417_714412417_3966257_8060050_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469872109279556482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good mother's day, it just went so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to normal... let's hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2535268887118785617?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2535268887118785617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2535268887118785617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2535268887118785617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2535268887118785617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-weekend.html' title='A long weekend'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S-jh3vkkDEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/EzugHj88UnE/s72-c/IMG_0728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1656219063154851378</id><published>2010-05-05T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:39:11.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Nails</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is that if one wants to clip their finger nails, it is best done:&lt;br /&gt;A) while doing general grooming... usually done in the privacy of one's home/bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;B) by a professional, in a special place for such AKA a nail salon.&lt;br /&gt;C) if worse comes to worse, in the most private place possible ie a dark corner, just outside the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NEVER:&lt;br /&gt;A) during a professor's lecture in a class of fewer than 15 people, with the trash can secured between your feet to hopefully catch the flying clippings.&lt;br /&gt;B) during any sort of group meeting be it professional, religious or familiar.&lt;br /&gt;C) on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, could we get some people a tissue... personally, snot is not my cup of tea and I don't care to know if it is yours because it really only makes me dry heave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1656219063154851378?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1656219063154851378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1656219063154851378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1656219063154851378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1656219063154851378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/finger-nails.html' title='Finger Nails'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-694248122487264698</id><published>2010-05-04T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:18:51.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who complain but don't contribute...</title><content type='html'>IN GENERAL...I just wish that those that don't even attempt to state their opinion or contribute to the decision making would keep their disgruntled-ness to themselves. I once read something in a team building type book about how if you want to have a strong team, you need to give everyone a chance to share what they would choose etc. It has helped in almost every situation and even those those that are in the minority, unhappy as they may be about the outcome, are still more willing to support the final decision because they were given a say. If you don't say anything, we cannot help you. I still have yet to figure out mind reading. I also think that it might come from people being unwilling to accept the outcome. If I learned anything from volunteering with kindergartners is this "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit." Taking things as they come has always served much better than not... the end. (This of course does not include severe social injustice, deep moral issues and matters of the heart.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-694248122487264698?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/694248122487264698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=694248122487264698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/694248122487264698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/694248122487264698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/those-who-complain-but-don.html' title='Those who complain but don&apos;t contribute...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5975070462128005606</id><published>2010-05-04T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:20:25.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap-boxing</title><content type='html'>I felt inspired by some dum dum today that called my house to make this weeks posts a daily soap box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's is about phone etiquette. Some guy called my house phone from the bank where my mom keeps track of my grandma's money stuffs. He's called before I'm sure and it seems like they are on a familiar first name basis because when I answered with "hello" he said, "Noelle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (irritated already): "Nope"&lt;br /&gt;Him (quietly): "Ummm do I have the wrong number"&lt;br /&gt;Me (same): "Nope, you just guessed the wrong person"&lt;br /&gt;Him (catching on): "Is she there"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nope"&lt;br /&gt;Him: something about calling her back... blah blah yadda yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is it so hard to ask for someone by name, even if you know that they will most likely answer the phone?! And it was a land line. For real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I might have been short with him and yes, I could have been more helpful and forthcoming with information and yes I know that my mother is the only one who usually answers the phone during the day and I do sound just like her... but I don't care. If you are calling in regards to business on a phone line that is not a personal line for that person, ask for them. It is just polite. Or use a full sentence. "Is Noelle there?" or "May I please speak with Noelle?" I would have even been okay with "is this Noelle?" but I guess I just need to be more patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5975070462128005606?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5975070462128005606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5975070462128005606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5975070462128005606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5975070462128005606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/soap-boxing.html' title='Soap-boxing'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6435523747496974841</id><published>2010-05-02T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:06:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The highlight of my weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S950eh-ZK0I/AAAAAAAAA38/FOU0ggyS3m0/s1600/monster+mash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S950eh-ZK0I/AAAAAAAAA38/FOU0ggyS3m0/s320/monster+mash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466935065539324738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not the happiest camper having to get up Saturday morning to go to work by 6:45 AM so this might have cheered me more than it normally would have but regardless, it brought a smile to my face. The synchronized swim team practices on Saturday mornings and this time every year the team ads a routine to the show that has their dads in it. I walked out of the guard room imagining I would see the normal sized legs sticking out of the water but the hairy, man legs of some of the dads. I was so impressed and intrigued by the sight that I sat and watched... and obviously took a picture. LOVED IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6435523747496974841?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6435523747496974841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6435523747496974841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6435523747496974841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6435523747496974841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/05/highlight-of-my-weekend.html' title='The highlight of my weekend'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S950eh-ZK0I/AAAAAAAAA38/FOU0ggyS3m0/s72-c/monster+mash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4906569546561999153</id><published>2010-04-30T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T02:34:19.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot put</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9qi3c7TZcI/AAAAAAAAA30/NnaDiY4lsbI/s1600/shot+put.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9qi3c7TZcI/AAAAAAAAA30/NnaDiY4lsbI/s320/shot+put.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465860171308950978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I volunteered at the Arizona Special Olympic games and was stationed at the shot put field. I thought about so many things as I was there the first being how patient everyone is with the special souls. We come and we volunteer our time; we cheer and support them in their events, hoping that they might all win. I see the effort that so many of the athletes put forth and their excitement just to participate and it makes me wish that we all treated each other the same way, cheering each other on and supporting one another with genuine love. I always leave any experience that I have with the Special Olympics happier and full of love just by seeing their examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that I noticed and was impressed with was the officials dedication to the rules. Those that continue to nationals have the chance to go to worlds in Greece and of course there are rules to the games but it is all taken very seriously. If rules aren't followed then the athlete is disqualified, no second chances. I realized tonight that this is an important life lesson for all of us, regardless of ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4906569546561999153?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4906569546561999153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4906569546561999153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4906569546561999153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4906569546561999153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/shot-put.html' title='Shot put'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9qi3c7TZcI/AAAAAAAAA30/NnaDiY4lsbI/s72-c/shot+put.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2924056255367614009</id><published>2010-04-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:27:23.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal</title><content type='html'>Cereal. What is it about this food that I love so much? I have a bowl almost every night. I have eaten entire boxes in one sitting before. Maybe it's because I love milk so much or the crunchiness or that it is just sweet enough to satiate. I love mixing cereals: my favorite combo is Crispix and Corn Pops. Or just a lone cereal is the frosted mini spooners in the bags from Wal-Mart. I just think about all the things I could give up in my diet in order to be more healthful and many things could go but cereal is not one. That and chocolate chip cookies. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2924056255367614009?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2924056255367614009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2924056255367614009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2924056255367614009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2924056255367614009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/cereal.html' title='Cereal'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8254449982086721176</id><published>2010-04-28T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:24:53.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst day of the week</title><content type='html'>Today I spoke with a co-worker about how Tuesday is just the weirdest day. We all know and are "prepared" for Monday especially since we had Saturday and Sunday for the weekend and for some that starts on Friday. I love Thursday because it's almost the weekend and Wednesday is hump day so you know you can get through the rest of the week. Tuesday is just that day where you are far from the next weekend and just forgetting the previous. It is like when you grow your hair out and there is that stage of awkwardness and you just want it to grow faster or cut it. That is Tuesday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8254449982086721176?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8254449982086721176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8254449982086721176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8254449982086721176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8254449982086721176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/worst-day-of-week.html' title='Worst day of the week'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2549803142117773345</id><published>2010-04-26T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:22:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Air Balloons</title><content type='html'>As I was driving to work the other morning... nice and early I caught a glimpse of  some hot air balloons. I love that they always go up during the sun rise or sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9agXEYDnlI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mTi9U7dvgMc/s1600/hot+air+balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9agXEYDnlI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mTi9U7dvgMc/s320/hot+air+balloon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464731516032753234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how much I loved the time that my family and I went up for my grandma's 80th birthday. Being so high up is just amazing. I loved being able to see above the clouds. It is like being in another world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9ahqUpUi-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/3_uXI4SlrNI/s1600/gma%27s+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9ahqUpUi-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/3_uXI4SlrNI/s320/gma%27s+birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464732946329275362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9ahqy7yHCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/isW8t4BpqGM/s1600/everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9ahqy7yHCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/isW8t4BpqGM/s320/everyone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464732954459773986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been thinking about taking pictures. Rather having someone take pictures of me. It has just been a long time since I've had a "professional" picture taken. &lt;a href="http://busybeelaurenphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is my co-worker's work... I like her style. Thoughts... I just don't want it to seem like a "look at me" thing. I appreciate her art and creativity and think it would be a fun thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Still in trouble. Like the in deep smit kind of trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2549803142117773345?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2549803142117773345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2549803142117773345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2549803142117773345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2549803142117773345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-air-balloons.html' title='Hot Air Balloons'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9agXEYDnlI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mTi9U7dvgMc/s72-c/hot+air+balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7863897032750928408</id><published>2010-04-26T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:45:52.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy...</title><content type='html'>I am in troooooooubbbblllllllllee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7863897032750928408?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7863897032750928408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7863897032750928408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7863897032750928408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7863897032750928408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5981648378383602088</id><published>2010-04-23T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:18:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate me because I'm beautiful</title><content type='html'>One thing I love about where I work is that co-workers will come in for a short time on their days off to do something small and bring in their dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bella. She is the sweetest thing I have ever met. Truly. I kept leaving my office to go find her. I'd call her name and she'd come running down the hall all short legged and stalky, bounding around looking for love and affection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She certainly made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9KNIp-EXNI/AAAAAAAAA3U/emPQs7aQPds/s1600/IMG_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9KNIp-EXNI/AAAAAAAAA3U/emPQs7aQPds/s320/IMG_0696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463584477798489298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5981648378383602088?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5981648378383602088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5981648378383602088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5981648378383602088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5981648378383602088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-hate-me-because-im-beautiful.html' title='Don&apos;t hate me because I&apos;m beautiful'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9KNIp-EXNI/AAAAAAAAA3U/emPQs7aQPds/s72-c/IMG_0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1285752786020417341</id><published>2010-04-22T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:02:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A perk X2</title><content type='html'>Today after lunch, I needed a little jolt so I grabbed a COKE from the snack shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise and delight, the can gave me another little perk in addition to its contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9FFY2c3f4I/AAAAAAAAA28/Ggtg7FhuLdM/s1600/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9FFY2c3f4I/AAAAAAAAA28/Ggtg7FhuLdM/s320/coke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463224116212891522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really explain why it cheered me. Maybe because I love sunglasses or that I equate sunglasses with summer and the pool and my job (all things that I like) or maybe just because I like giving human qualities to inanimate objects. Anyway, fun for me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1285752786020417341?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1285752786020417341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1285752786020417341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1285752786020417341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1285752786020417341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/perk-x2.html' title='A perk X2'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S9FFY2c3f4I/AAAAAAAAA28/Ggtg7FhuLdM/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2604856287731793089</id><published>2010-04-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:22:06.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why didn't I do it sooner?</title><content type='html'>One would have thought that I could have put this together much earlier than I did but I can thank the Brough Stuff for helping convert me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of my blindness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Most of my CD's are musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I frequently sing my responses to questions (Cher, you know what I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. I am constantly trying to find a song that goes well with a situation... kind of like a life soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I am openly in love with GLEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8_d_y0GszI/AAAAAAAAA20/cjY2aflQvco/s1600/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8_d_y0GszI/AAAAAAAAA20/cjY2aflQvco/s320/glee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462828961065513778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, truly, why wouldn't I be. They walk down the halls singing about what is going on in life: love, drama and all that high school is and not that I've ever done so but I sure would like to. The characters are so differet: Mercedes is sassy, Kurt is and honorary woman, Rachel is neurotic, Sue is crazy and Fin is the cute dum dum. I love a mash-up (where they put together the lyrics of two songs to make a SUPER SONG!) People, watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2604856287731793089?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2604856287731793089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2604856287731793089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2604856287731793089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2604856287731793089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-didnt-i-do-it-sooner.html' title='Why didn&apos;t I do it sooner?'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8_d_y0GszI/AAAAAAAAA20/cjY2aflQvco/s72-c/glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6695557937887209421</id><published>2010-04-20T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:03:50.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>After a very long week, I am pleased to be back. I will catch up on what's been going on little by little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have the two past activities from my ward's family home evening activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday we had a water balloon toss that turned into a fight and when my team ran out of balloons, I snuck over to the other team's stash and was attacked for doing so. This was my after the bucket of water was poured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S86fuiMS-uI/AAAAAAAAA2c/dmsA4yS1yS0/s1600/all+wet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S86fuiMS-uI/AAAAAAAAA2c/dmsA4yS1yS0/s320/all+wet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462479019848170210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday we went to SKATELAND! For those of you that don't remember the last time you roller skated, get out there and do it. I felt like such a nerd with how much fun I was having. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S88FRMzWM7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/uZXRFGR51-Y/s1600/skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S88FRMzWM7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/uZXRFGR51-Y/s320/skate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462590666076206002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the picture is blurry but action shots on skates aren't easy. The guy on the right is in my ward and is one of the best dancers I've seen. Plus, how can you go wrong in yellow pants?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6695557937887209421?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6695557937887209421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6695557937887209421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6695557937887209421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6695557937887209421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S86fuiMS-uI/AAAAAAAAA2c/dmsA4yS1yS0/s72-c/all+wet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7439015353431013402</id><published>2010-04-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:31:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pause</title><content type='html'>There has been a minor hic-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall return within a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7439015353431013402?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7439015353431013402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7439015353431013402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7439015353431013402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7439015353431013402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/pause.html' title='A pause'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6294733311492714696</id><published>2010-04-11T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:19:38.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Goodness</title><content type='html'>I realized a long time ago that I function much better throughout the day if I have chocolate incorporated into my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my friend LF when to Hawaii and sent me a package with chocolate macadamia and coconut pancake mix. I added a few mini chocolate chips to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8IEkMgqzYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xmaXRjEoqrE/s1600/PANCAKES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8IEkMgqzYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xmaXRjEoqrE/s320/PANCAKES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458930718206512514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6294733311492714696?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6294733311492714696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6294733311492714696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6294733311492714696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6294733311492714696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-goodness.html' title='Morning Goodness'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8IEkMgqzYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xmaXRjEoqrE/s72-c/PANCAKES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2536868111025262836</id><published>2010-04-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:29:28.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late and a dollar short</title><content type='html'>As I lay on my couch falling asleep last night, I realized that I hadn't done anything for the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this is directly linked to these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8AW6QcJ9eI/AAAAAAAAA2E/agX621N3SGI/s1600/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8AW6QcJ9eI/AAAAAAAAA2E/agX621N3SGI/s320/IMG_0691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458387938474325474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them to the airport at 5:30 AM yesterday. They went to Hawaii. Without me. To Hawaii. I think I've said enough. This probably explains how I got to the end of the day having not thought about this blog: PURE JEALOUSY:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a super part of my day. There I was sitting at my desk and I hear this faint tapping. This was the source of said tapping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All co-workers "ahhh"ed! I'm pretty sure there's going to be a nest soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8AaCGjALEI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rjUNePCI8WA/s1600/IMG_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8AaCGjALEI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rjUNePCI8WA/s320/IMG_0693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458391371792526402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm not a dollar short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2536868111025262836?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2536868111025262836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2536868111025262836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2536868111025262836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2536868111025262836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-late-and-dollar-short.html' title='A day late and a dollar short'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S8AW6QcJ9eI/AAAAAAAAA2E/agX621N3SGI/s72-c/IMG_0691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8903115935208877775</id><published>2010-04-07T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:43:36.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of plan</title><content type='html'>I had originally wanted to talk about my ability to find an amazing deal but that will have to wait for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to share some of the great things that made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with TJ today at Paradise Bakery Cafe. I got there before she did and in the first few seconds that I was there a lovely young lady asked me if I wanted a cookie sample. Knowing that I was going to get six yummy chippers with my meal, I abstained, tempted as I was. Then she asked if I wanted something to drink. I wasn't sure what she meant so I said, "like a water cup?" but no, she gave me a cup to fill with a fountain beverage. SCORE! Apparently they have some sort of customer service BINGO and one of the squares is give away a free drink. Not gonna complain:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S71sl0ZetpI/AAAAAAAAA18/M22fZZN8g1E/s1600/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S71sl0ZetpI/AAAAAAAAA18/M22fZZN8g1E/s320/cookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457637720419382930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what made me happy at the end of a long day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S71ohdV1pZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1Rj6oAUbH5g/s1600/IMG_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S71ohdV1pZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1Rj6oAUbH5g/s320/IMG_0684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457633247464105362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always a great day when my magazines come! Really, I get so giddy especially since the anticipation builds... I know they'll be here soon! eeeeikk! They just make me happy. Not a "core part of my life" happy, I guess I could live without them but a "cheer me up" kinda happy. I love some of the fun style and beauty tips in Oprah's as well as the stories of overcoming trial and struggle and how she recognizes that. And let's not get me started on Real Simple. Finding new uses for things ie parchment paper for muffin or cupcake liners, road testing a varrity of a similar thing ie pasta sauces and that they think of women of all shapes and sizes. Brilliant. Love it. Also, neither magazine throws a half naked lady on the front, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, who doesn't love a new fun nail polish?! I love the color "Panda-Monium Pink" even though it looks lavender. But it reminds me that even after x amount of years of having painted my nails, I have yet to master it. Already added to my list of things to learn how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S71q3jhBY4I/AAAAAAAAA10/Fe9WbVVeQIo/s1600/IMG_0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S71q3jhBY4I/AAAAAAAAA10/Fe9WbVVeQIo/s320/IMG_0690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457635826102002562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8903115935208877775?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8903115935208877775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8903115935208877775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8903115935208877775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8903115935208877775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/change-of-plan.html' title='A change of plan'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S71sl0ZetpI/AAAAAAAAA18/M22fZZN8g1E/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8396103687925327799</id><published>2010-04-07T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:03:34.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tues.day</title><content type='html'>10 Words People Might Use to Describe Me&lt;br /&gt;1. Organized (AKA anal retentive) I may or may not go through and re-organize my plastic storage boxes on a regular basis (every 2-3 months)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hungry with a sweet tooth: Most of my desk drawers have food in them and if I'm wandering around my building, it's because I'm looking for something with chocolate. Thank you Alicia for always having some for me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Adventurous. I heard this several times before moving to France but even now, I LIVE for adventure!&lt;br /&gt;4. Friendly/Smiley. I don't know, a lot of crazy people approach me:) And I was followed for 30 minutes in France once because I smiled at someone... fun!&lt;br /&gt;5. Restless. I have AADD (adult attention deficit disorder-self diagnosed via TJ) and really suck at sitting still.&lt;br /&gt;6. A Student. I'm always trying to learn and asking questions. &lt;br /&gt;7. Helpful. I like to lend a hand wherever I can. &lt;br /&gt;8. Thrifty. I LOVE to shop and always can find a deal (please see tomorrow's post)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Wise. This others have told me, and I'm not sure that I agree but it could be from insight I've gained from my many life experiences, many of which were result of me being un-wise.&lt;br /&gt;10. Obedient. I often have to swallow my pride but in the end I'm always glad when I obey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8396103687925327799?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8396103687925327799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8396103687925327799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8396103687925327799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8396103687925327799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-on-tuesday.html' title='10 on Tues.day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5298877466984007509</id><published>2010-04-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:43:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you again City of Chandler</title><content type='html'>For providing yet another reason for me to be productive at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I did something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7rGgzyiX8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/9MPJRgza1tQ/s1600/IMG_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7rGgzyiX8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/9MPJRgza1tQ/s320/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456892165473066946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were actually two meetings that broke up my day and so I really feel like I didn't accomplish much but after work I met up with some family and church friends at Claim Jumper to see a friend who is visiting from Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7rJmsLkU1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/GiZJY2CCmKM/s1600/IMG_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7rJmsLkU1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/GiZJY2CCmKM/s320/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456895565044667218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was fun until we started talking about how I need to find someone and have a kid... really, pretty sure I don't need a reminder that I am the most single one there. And while we're on the topic the other day while I was visiting my grandmother, she asked me when I was going to bring my children by to see her (insert giggles from my mother.) Granted she suffers from dementia and doesn't even remember who I am but still, it had to be said. It was actually pretty funny and I'm glad that I'm not sensitive about it (although to some readers it might not seem that way since I bring it up every once in a while but when you're 27 and single some people just can't think of anything else to say to you. I get a kick out of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally for the answer to yesterday's post:&lt;br /&gt;Preparation H... off the lips of my mother. Classic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5298877466984007509?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5298877466984007509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5298877466984007509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5298877466984007509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5298877466984007509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-again-city-of-chandler.html' title='Thank you again City of Chandler'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7rGgzyiX8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/9MPJRgza1tQ/s72-c/IMG_0671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4530046064743869966</id><published>2010-04-04T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:36:54.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray Parade Shun Age</title><content type='html'>If you've ever played Mad Gab you can figure out the title of this post. This is one that my mom read tonight while we were playing. If you don't get it I'll post the answer tomorrow. Ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4530046064743869966?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4530046064743869966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4530046064743869966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4530046064743869966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4530046064743869966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/pray-parade-shun-age.html' title='Pray Parade Shun Age'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1058182688612374456</id><published>2010-04-04T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:45:27.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're just so fun!</title><content type='html'>I am co-teaching a water safety instructor class and the candidates in the class are so fun. Saturday we spent most of the day outside and had a blast! Don't they look fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7jrmmNHqrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/CahijE8ZsrY/s1600/IMG_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7jrmmNHqrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/CahijE8ZsrY/s320/IMG_0670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456369996882487986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1058182688612374456?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1058182688612374456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1058182688612374456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1058182688612374456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1058182688612374456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/theyre-just-so-fun.html' title='They&apos;re just so fun!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7jrmmNHqrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/CahijE8ZsrY/s72-c/IMG_0670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2032071062496792459</id><published>2010-04-03T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:42:14.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Fridays</title><content type='html'>The first Friday of every month Phoenix has art galleries, museums and live music open for free to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phoenix Science Museum is one of them and they have a fun digital age portion equipped with one of those cameras that distorts your face, like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7cK9k_zahI/AAAAAAAAA1E/TyRpAgUvSNY/s1600/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7cK9k_zahI/AAAAAAAAA1E/TyRpAgUvSNY/s320/sexy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455841526602230290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of the day runner up is this one. This one has a better story. I went to lunch with the TJ and when I got to the table she said "there's a duck" but it had wandered out of the patio where we were sitting. About 20 minutes later it walked past us and both of us were completely distracted from our conversation and I followed it to take a picture. It was begging for food from these women.. I don't know why but it was just a hilarious part of my day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7cNBBfQauI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7dzbUvX2wSo/s1600/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7cNBBfQauI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7dzbUvX2wSo/s320/duck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455843784813210338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2032071062496792459?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2032071062496792459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2032071062496792459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2032071062496792459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2032071062496792459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-fridays.html' title='First Fridays'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7cK9k_zahI/AAAAAAAAA1E/TyRpAgUvSNY/s72-c/sexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2264527394737271281</id><published>2010-04-02T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:42:43.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother, I love you</title><content type='html'>So don't hate me for doing this...(insert evil laugh here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7WrJqlI-3I/AAAAAAAAA00/SH4MXycx7M4/s1600/brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7WrJqlI-3I/AAAAAAAAA00/SH4MXycx7M4/s320/brother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455454706166463346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my brother Matthew, the older of the two, today. Notice the manly facial hair. Recall that he is married to a WOMAN and they are expecting in September. Well he came over today and we chatted and had lunch. We found some pictures of when we were kids. This is one that I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7Wr7T114lI/AAAAAAAAA08/4UmJ94NVd_A/s1600/ladybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7Wr7T114lI/AAAAAAAAA08/4UmJ94NVd_A/s320/ladybug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455455559055958610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE that he did this himself. Yes, it is my ladybug swim suit and those are my heart shaped sunglasses and that is probably my hat, and NO I didn't stop him.  He certainly did this all on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, I do this because now you are much bigger than me and I have a limited number of ways to get you! What more do you expect from me. Maybe now you'll think before you come over and push me around! (another evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor, beware... the one I have of you is worse and you know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2264527394737271281?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2264527394737271281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2264527394737271281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2264527394737271281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2264527394737271281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/04/brother-i-love-you.html' title='Brother, I love you'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7WrJqlI-3I/AAAAAAAAA00/SH4MXycx7M4/s72-c/brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4589916853230073435</id><published>2010-03-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:32:33.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7Q3cUtdmUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/7RCBVXmsa_o/s1600/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7Q3cUtdmUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/7RCBVXmsa_o/s320/camel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455046008387770690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I walked into work and saw this camel. It apparently came from a park in the city and since we have all of the parks guys in our new building someone felt that we would like it in front of our building. We already have a turtle out front so I guess they figured "why not?!" The thing is that I'm always tempted to just hop on it. Random. And it has lost its ears. I think I'll name him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4589916853230073435?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4589916853230073435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4589916853230073435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4589916853230073435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4589916853230073435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/camel.html' title='The Camel'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7Q3cUtdmUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/7RCBVXmsa_o/s72-c/camel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5145968583568528658</id><published>2010-03-30T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:10:07.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No picture of the day</title><content type='html'>I feel that it is safe to assume that nobody wants to see a picture of a girl who had a tummy ache all day and was just "sick" for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll blame Quiznos. Blah... I really don't love throwing up but who does?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT NURSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5145968583568528658?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5145968583568528658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5145968583568528658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5145968583568528658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5145968583568528658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-picture-of-day.html' title='No picture of the day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4500935414010789745</id><published>2010-03-29T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:12:33.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tie breaker</title><content type='html'>Today I've got a few pictures of the day. This is mostly because I couldn't decide if I wanted to share my AMAZING breakfast or my productive work day... such a hard choice that I didn't make one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgBYFKT7I/AAAAAAAAA0M/b13FI6ONSD0/s1600/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgBYFKT7I/AAAAAAAAA0M/b13FI6ONSD0/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454316569226792882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My productive work day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgY2R8vbI/AAAAAAAAA0k/0z7aCxv5Rgk/s1600/strong+shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgY2R8vbI/AAAAAAAAA0k/0z7aCxv5Rgk/s320/strong+shark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454316972470484402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgYfevwRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Zb36oWs2Xy0/s1600/wave+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgYfevwRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Zb36oWs2Xy0/s320/wave+c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454316966350143762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgXl3Mk9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/wsVCQAWl37g/s1600/foot+tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgXl3Mk9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/wsVCQAWl37g/s320/foot+tat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454316950883439570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a single woman's note: Today after a classically bad Monday, I took a bath and started a new book. Okay, with what I'm about to say, please know that what I was reading in the tub was more of an interest book and not a self help book (although I'm always open to advice.) The book is It's Just a Date by the same guy that wrote He's Just Not That Into You. When I read some of the parts of He's Just Not That Into You I was happy to say that I knew or practiced most of it so I hope the same thing happens while reading this one. I did like one of the eight key principles mentioned: Not every date is going to turn into a relationship and a worthwhile one is a journey, not a race. Well said. Sometimes I wonder why it is that people think that two people are in a relationship just because they went out on a date or two and that they should get engaged tomorrow and married on Saturday.  But maybe my ideas are skew seeing that I'm still without mate. Heh, oh well:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4500935414010789745?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4500935414010789745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4500935414010789745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4500935414010789745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4500935414010789745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/tie-breaker.html' title='A tie breaker'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7GgBYFKT7I/AAAAAAAAA0M/b13FI6ONSD0/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-212591934670377884</id><published>2010-03-29T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:11:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture a day</title><content type='html'>This week I'm going to do a picture a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's picture is of my friend Janay. She comes from a competitive family and tonight's competition was to see how many warhead candies one could fit in their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janay had 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7BSZmrvAWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yUfsUX3DGVE/s1600/warhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7BSZmrvAWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yUfsUX3DGVE/s320/warhead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453949748579860834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-212591934670377884?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/212591934670377884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=212591934670377884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/212591934670377884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/212591934670377884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-day.html' title='A picture a day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S7BSZmrvAWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yUfsUX3DGVE/s72-c/warhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1142242020352366888</id><published>2010-03-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:58:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy time...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I worked from 7:45AM to 7PM.  We had our hiring day and had over 200 applicants for less than 70 positions. We skill tested and interviewed each one of them. Last week was the second week of working 6 days a week. Right now is the time when the aquatics department is in CRAZY time... granted I'm feeling a little crazy. I am, however, still loving my new job. I might not show it in the next few months because summer is even CRAZIER so I'm saying it now. I might need to be reminded of it every once in a while:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy and anti-crazy note I went and had some &lt;a href="http://www.mojoyogurt.com/#/home"&gt;Mo-Jo Fro-Yo&lt;/a&gt; and walked around &lt;a href="http://www.tempe.gov/lake/"&gt;Tempe Beach park&lt;/a&gt;. I felt a lot less crazy after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1142242020352366888?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1142242020352366888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1142242020352366888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1142242020352366888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1142242020352366888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-time.html' title='Crazy time...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7612914609678084106</id><published>2010-03-26T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:14:27.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Target</title><content type='html'>Today when I walked into Target I thought to myself... I haven't been here in over a week! This is shocking because last week for example, I went everyday. That isn't an exaggeration either. EVERY. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S62bWVhzzkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/08z7K-9elDM/s1600/target400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S62bWVhzzkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/08z7K-9elDM/s320/target400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453185531853917762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deal with Target. I LOVE it. I really do. I love it down to the cute gift cards. Most things that I can think of needing, I can find at Target and  I would venture to say that about 50% of my wardrobe is from Target as is most of the decor in my room. ( I don't buy something every time, though almost:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TOP FAVS from Target:&lt;br /&gt;1. The $1 section. Always up-coming holiday specific and fun.&lt;br /&gt;2. That beautiful little red clearance sticker and almost everything will eventually go on sale there.&lt;br /&gt;3. $5 movie section. I have found so of my favorite movies in that section. &lt;br /&gt;4. Shoe section. I love that Target supports cute shoes, even for girls with size 10/11 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to avoid the roads that have them because I'll go even if I am just driving by and haven't left home for a trip there. (This, I realize, is a sign of addiction. Even as I'm writing this I am thinking it is pretty bad.) My besties ask me frequently about it too... oh boy, this is bad. I wonder if there's a support group?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7612914609678084106?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7612914609678084106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7612914609678084106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7612914609678084106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7612914609678084106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/target.html' title='Target'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S62bWVhzzkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/08z7K-9elDM/s72-c/target400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1598674268443747456</id><published>2010-03-26T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:18:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I know that the world is full of questions, why being a large part of them (especially if anyone out there knows a 3 year old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Hebrew National, I will just ask "why not a poster instead? Aren't all Costco food courts inside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6xfLA92HmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/MKA4MNGk0CQ/s1600/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6xfLA92HmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/MKA4MNGk0CQ/s320/why.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452837891681427042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it doesn't jeopardize the cost of a hot dog combo meal, I'm all good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1598674268443747456?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1598674268443747456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1598674268443747456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1598674268443747456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1598674268443747456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6xfLA92HmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/MKA4MNGk0CQ/s72-c/why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-9137376206750456399</id><published>2010-03-25T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:31:38.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Janay!</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated my friend Janay's birthday. We are now at a point where we have been friends long than we haven't... this girl  and I have been through a lot together. She makes me laugh, never judges, keep me sane, know when to push and rocks as a break up buddy! (It sounds like she is my spouse... :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after dinner we sat and talked at my house for 3 hours and it felt like 30 minutes. It was good that we never lived together because we never would have slept. Just a glimpse of the fun we have: tonight we planned my bachelorette party in Las Vegas and I'm not even getting married:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you my dear! Have the best 27th year ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6sfVH3dYXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/TOEYm0F8D8M/s1600/IMAG0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6sfVH3dYXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/TOEYm0F8D8M/s320/IMAG0049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452486221611491698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-9137376206750456399?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/9137376206750456399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=9137376206750456399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/9137376206750456399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/9137376206750456399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-janay.html' title='Happy Birthday Janay!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6sfVH3dYXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/TOEYm0F8D8M/s72-c/IMAG0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2807526169131994471</id><published>2010-03-23T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:37:52.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tues.day</title><content type='html'>5 things I will miss about winter&lt;br /&gt;1. Arizona valley winters are mild and snowless.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cold weather clothes especially boots. I love boots!&lt;br /&gt;3. Winter food: soups, stews, Thanksgiving everything and peppermint hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6mk7AwTnOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uD3kAdS_SF8/s1600/pumpkin-soup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6mk7AwTnOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uD3kAdS_SF8/s320/pumpkin-soup2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452070157630545122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Holidays and the people they bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6mkW7M6X2I/AAAAAAAAAzc/AWtClVEzhnA/s1600/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6mkW7M6X2I/AAAAAAAAAzc/AWtClVEzhnA/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452069537664622434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Snow sports. ( I know, I look excited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6mhxmbHzkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ej2EZXhRlK8/s1600/snow+sport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6mhxmbHzkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ej2EZXhRlK8/s320/snow+sport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452066697408663106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I won't miss about winter&lt;br /&gt;1. Socks. I might love boots but I hate wearing socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6miXgdIkDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/q5kEPqDHtDs/s1600/6a00d83451bae269e200e55089c8748834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6miXgdIkDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/q5kEPqDHtDs/s320/6a00d83451bae269e200e55089c8748834-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452067348641517618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wet pant legs rubbing up against unsuspecting legs and the chills that proceed up your spine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Having to bring an extra blanket with me around the house because my dad insists on staying cool and having the fan on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Calories... swim suit season comes quickly after winter in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;5. That I never seem to find the right pajamas for the season. Either too hot or too cold... never just right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2807526169131994471?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2807526169131994471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2807526169131994471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2807526169131994471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2807526169131994471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-on-tuesday_23.html' title='10 on Tues.day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6mk7AwTnOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uD3kAdS_SF8/s72-c/pumpkin-soup2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4790523346881109508</id><published>2010-03-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:54:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Romantic Interest,</title><content type='html'>If this were something legit, I might say things like this to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are the peanut butter to my jelly, the prize to my cereal box"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"with all due respect to fat-bottomed girls, you're what makes the rockin' world go round."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you a flip books or buy you a doughnut cause I know you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd call you and tell you all the funny parts of my day and ask you about yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had tickets, I'd invite you to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4790523346881109508?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4790523346881109508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4790523346881109508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4790523346881109508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4790523346881109508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-romantic-interest.html' title='Dear Romantic Interest,'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1246788939698644071</id><published>2010-03-21T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:54:29.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Month-iversery</title><content type='html'>I am so pleased with myself because I can honestly admit that I wasn't sure what would happen in the first month of my everyday blogging goal. It really hasn't been hard. I see such a difference in myself and my start at staying connected to others. It has mostly been commenting on others blogs but that is a jump for me. I find myself looking at things in different ways. Ways that make me think about why I like something or what makes it interesting or I recognize that there are a lot of little things that make me happy in my day. I evaluate certain things that I do and if they are worth doing (and if they are worth sharing/blogging) and I've started to eliminate somethings that I don't need to do and started doing things that I'd like to do more of. I feel like I've thought of creative ways to thinking about life... not quite sure what that means but I really like the way I'm feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the verdict is, the show must go on. Look out blog world...you've got 11 more months of ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6cTeZIGjKI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fxuT2jowHpw/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6cTeZIGjKI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fxuT2jowHpw/s320/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451347286817148066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1246788939698644071?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1246788939698644071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1246788939698644071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1246788939698644071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1246788939698644071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-month-iversery.html' title='Happy Month-iversery'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6cTeZIGjKI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fxuT2jowHpw/s72-c/Photo+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-3397818539430758991</id><published>2010-03-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:36:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Right now I am laying in my bed, in my towel, because after a warm bath I have officially lost all energy (and I know you all have done it before so I don't feel weird saying it). I am at a point now were I am so exhausted that while I was driving home after work today I felt like I just might cry, for no real reason at all except that I'm not sure what else I could fit into my week. I might not get up from this spot. It is 7:30PM  and my bed is looking like the only option right now. The fact that my hair will be HIDEOUS in the morning doesn't even phase me. Until tomorrow my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-3397818539430758991?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/3397818539430758991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=3397818539430758991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3397818539430758991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3397818539430758991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/divine-exhaustion.html' title='Divine Exhaustion'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6375737748266506248</id><published>2010-03-20T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:41:27.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6SJk-CNTxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eW6EOdY8g6o/s1600-h/KIM!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6SJk-CNTxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eW6EOdY8g6o/s320/KIM!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450632717245697810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my text date (which went well, no fireworks, but well) I went and joined my friend KH and her sister PF at their house for a girls night in. There is just something I love about sitting around with women of all ages, married or single and talking. Some of tonight's topics were: crafting, being lip sluts, funny kid habits and sayings, great dates, BAD dates and, of course, food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6SJlfviQBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/rFfKsj19SBk/s1600-h/yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6SJlfviQBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/rFfKsj19SBk/s320/yum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450632726294183954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love a good girl bonding moment. That was one of favorite parts of college and some of my greatest memories, girl nights likes, this because I don't have a sister and I felt like I had some living with the girls I did. So I love a good reminder of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6SJkbimhOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/q9uxcRXX7Z0/s1600-h/megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6SJkbimhOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/q9uxcRXX7Z0/s320/megan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450632707986326754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6375737748266506248?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6375737748266506248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6375737748266506248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6375737748266506248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6375737748266506248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6SJk-CNTxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eW6EOdY8g6o/s72-c/KIM!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6498368991967830204</id><published>2010-03-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:45:45.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology's little curse</title><content type='html'>I love it, really I do. I love that my phone serves as my GPS, calendar, banker and main source of communication be it text, phone, googletalk or email. I understand that many people are very connected. I have a blog and a facebook account, a junk email, regular email and work email. I subscribe to on-line newsletters and alerts for updates and I shop and pay my bills on-line. I get it, we communicate this way, we are all on line this is how we live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER... when did people start asking people out on dates in text messages?!?!?!?!? Maybe a part of me is still old fashioned and looks for the face to face encounter or even a phone call: a phone call never hurt anyone did it? It's just that I've been asked out on dates on two separate occasions, by two separate men via text. And it's always right to the chase. No small talk to warm up to asking or subtle flirting, just "hey want to catch dinner Friday with me?" And for the first date it just feels impersonal. Really, for me first impressions are hard to get past...(I'm really hoping that the most recent doesn't read this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... is it too much to ask? Is it just a way to avoid rejection on their part? I'm trying to decide if I should just go with it or continue to think that it is tacky. I am going on the date because being asked out is just that, regardless of the form of asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Thoughts? Please share your support on either side! Although I can tell you that I'm already pretty firm in my feeling on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6498368991967830204?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6498368991967830204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6498368991967830204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6498368991967830204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6498368991967830204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/technologys-little-curse.html' title='Technology&apos;s little curse'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-3063666169139729820</id><published>2010-03-17T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:42:22.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6HK5e57FyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/C3T2p4UzII4/s1600-h/certificate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6HK5e57FyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/C3T2p4UzII4/s320/certificate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449860112992376610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished on-line driving school. Thank you photo radar for giving me such a lovely opportunity. But seriously, luckily I didn't have to sit through a class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-3063666169139729820?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/3063666169139729820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=3063666169139729820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3063666169139729820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3063666169139729820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-passed.html' title='I passed!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S6HK5e57FyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/C3T2p4UzII4/s72-c/certificate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5990809725401859079</id><published>2010-03-16T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:39:26.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tues.day</title><content type='html'>My friend RZ has started doing a weekly prompt involving 10 things in a certain category. Last week was 10 things I'd like to learn how to do. This week is 10 things I love about my life.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends and family. Love, support, fun, laughter. I couldn't ask for better people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;2. The gospel. The firmest of foundations with a loving Heavenly Father and Savior. &lt;br /&gt;3. Travel my love for it and the experiences I've had getting to know new places and the people there. &lt;br /&gt;4. Dual citizenship. Makes for simplicity when my passport is stolen... I know this from experience. &lt;br /&gt;5. Education and life long learning. I could never get sick of learning.&lt;br /&gt;6. A life full of activity. I love that never being home means that I'm out doing things. I love work, play, service etc ... don't get me wrong, I love to sit and relax especially after a day of doing all sorts of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;7. My bed, even if it is a twin. Hoping I'll graduate someday:)&lt;br /&gt;8. Daily temporal comforts, most of which I'm sure I take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;9. Communication. One thing I'm quite good at. I love feeling like I'm open and can discuss almost anything. Now if I could only stay in touch.:)&lt;br /&gt;10. Faith that my life will continue to be just as good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5990809725401859079?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5990809725401859079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5990809725401859079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5990809725401859079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5990809725401859079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-on-tuesday.html' title='10 on Tues.day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5018799659042179231</id><published>2010-03-16T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:30:09.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensure</title><content type='html'>Hello world! I'm going to be an aunt! My parents are going to be GRANDPARENTS! Mo-Fats is going to be a DAD! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, my sister-in-law Carlyn is pregnant. It is very exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... the other day my mom got a package from Drugstore.com and we didn't know why. Well when she opened it there was a 6 pack of Ensure and an anonymous not saying "grandparents need to have strong bones" or something like that. I thought it was such a funny gift. Really, I wish I'd thought of it! We still don't know who sent it but I'd like to thank them for a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Here's the future grandma and her special elixir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S58zIjkCkUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8iFJY7ka-zk/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S58zIjkCkUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8iFJY7ka-zk/s320/grandma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449130296219963714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5018799659042179231?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5018799659042179231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5018799659042179231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5018799659042179231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5018799659042179231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/ensure.html' title='Ensure'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S58zIjkCkUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8iFJY7ka-zk/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5064154536020532752</id><published>2010-03-14T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:07:20.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project of the day</title><content type='html'>One chilly night in Barcelona, I bought this sweater and in true French fashion, it was discolored in the washing machine. So I finally decided to do something about it because although I like the cardigan, I wouldn't wear it because of the discolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S53b6b6br9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/NkaH5gAgjlk/s1600-h/white+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S53b6b6br9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/NkaH5gAgjlk/s320/white+sweater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448752921159905234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S53b5oWvzlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ggzMN0T9DAo/s1600-h/dye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S53b5oWvzlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ggzMN0T9DAo/s320/dye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448752907320020562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S53b5McLdSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/MpvBx4u9yVc/s1600-h/final+product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S53b5McLdSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/MpvBx4u9yVc/s320/final+product.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448752899826611490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all I'm pleased with the color. I didn't leave it in the dye long enough so I might give it another soak... anyone know if that will do anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5064154536020532752?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5064154536020532752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5064154536020532752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5064154536020532752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5064154536020532752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/project-of-day.html' title='Project of the day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S53b6b6br9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/NkaH5gAgjlk/s72-c/white+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2673050987389000792</id><published>2010-03-14T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:12:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can somebody please explain...</title><content type='html'>...how I got stuck playing RISK with six boys/men tonight? It was my first time and although 3 hours seemed long to me, they claim it was short. The prospect of world domination would attract the attention of anyone really, but I think I'll have to steer clear. Hey, at least I was out with boys! It's almost like a date when one of them serves ice cream right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a yummy note, Janay's husband Brett made some shrimp on the grill. Check out the &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Grilled-Shrimp-Scampi/Detail.aspx?src=etaf"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5yoJxwmRzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QNhpYvuK3tQ/s1600-h/3214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5yoJxwmRzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QNhpYvuK3tQ/s320/3214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448414535140919090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2673050987389000792?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2673050987389000792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2673050987389000792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2673050987389000792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2673050987389000792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-somebody-please-explain.html' title='Can somebody please explain...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5yoJxwmRzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QNhpYvuK3tQ/s72-c/3214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4187602257267036166</id><published>2010-03-12T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:42:13.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of happy things</title><content type='html'>I love a day full of good things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a half day of work, which is always lovely!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then as I went into the parking lot I saw this car and it's funny because either I'd never seen it before or it's new. Either way, I love to see a car that sports Suns colors! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgQSoUgcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7g4Vt3Iy5Jw/s1600-h/IMAG0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgQSoUgcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7g4Vt3Iy5Jw/s320/IMAG0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447983638485696962" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I took a little nap and then took the bike to the Circle K for a redbox free rental. The day was sunny and warm but not hot. A lovely day for a bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgQ-3SqAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kVkN-AifSgo/s1600-h/IMAG0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgQ-3SqAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kVkN-AifSgo/s320/IMAG0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447983650359650306" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the redbox the parents and I went to Claim Jumper and had some lovely desserts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgRdmJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAwg/wmViovXRI70/s1600-h/IMAG0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgRdmJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAwg/wmViovXRI70/s320/IMAG0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447983658609268754" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was mine, a red velvet cup cake with a cream cheese frosting. So yummy and I highly recommend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgR9F_6bI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dYiSThx5SOA/s1600-h/IMAG0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgR9F_6bI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dYiSThx5SOA/s320/IMAG0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447983667064334770" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from dinner my dad and I rolled down the window and jammed to some of his favorite tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgSA7hXiI/AAAAAAAAAww/c593wPXlEWU/s1600-h/IMAG0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgSA7hXiI/AAAAAAAAAww/c593wPXlEWU/s320/IMAG0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447983668094131746" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't hate a day for being good:) What was good about your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4187602257267036166?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4187602257267036166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4187602257267036166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4187602257267036166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4187602257267036166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-of-happy-things.html' title='A day of happy things'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5sgQSoUgcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7g4Vt3Iy5Jw/s72-c/IMAG0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5731049694889020657</id><published>2010-03-11T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:24:41.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5neF6ule-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/wd7OXa1I3fs/s1600-h/active_listening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5neF6ule-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/wd7OXa1I3fs/s320/active_listening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447629417526688738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of reading and pondering the "art" of listening: mostly listening to myself and the promptings that I receive. I've started keeping a list of them in order to help me realize when it happens and to remember what they are. For example: tonight as I left work I thought about going to institute class (a weeknight class on different aspects of religious studies) and I kind of had a stomach ache and was tired. So I came home, all the while kept thinking about going but already half decided not to. I decided to go to Trader Joe's, walked out the door and just felt like I needed to go to institute and turned around, walked back into the house and got ready to go. I've never had the greatest attitude about institute but I followed that feeling and of course I had a good night and learned a lot from the class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to know that the more I listen, the easier it will be to do so. Also, I'm grateful for little moments like that and how they can easily change my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5731049694889020657?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5731049694889020657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5731049694889020657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5731049694889020657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5731049694889020657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/listening.html' title='Listening'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5neF6ule-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/wd7OXa1I3fs/s72-c/active_listening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-835911323256292579</id><published>2010-03-10T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:42:59.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheez-its</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5iYghx0mgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Hp9avHwukgg/s1600-h/IMAG0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5iYghx0mgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Hp9avHwukgg/s320/IMAG0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447271433895188994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I put up with the wind and rain for a craving. Sunday at church my friend BBT said something, never found out what, and I thought I heard Cheez-its instead. After a good mocking and several days of discussing the topic, I finally caved-in and went to the store. 11:30 PM (yes I know, there goes that &lt;a href="http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/defeat.html"&gt;goal&lt;/a&gt;) out at Safeway in the crapy weather, trying to get through the check-out line without having to chat too much with the chatty Cathy clerk "have a good day, oh I guess it's night, well almost morning... chuckle chuckle" alright dude, just give me the crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have them now. I got the BIG ones because really, I'm a "go big or go home" type of eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you brave a rainy night for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-835911323256292579?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/835911323256292579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=835911323256292579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/835911323256292579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/835911323256292579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheez-its.html' title='Cheez-its'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5iYghx0mgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Hp9avHwukgg/s72-c/IMAG0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8915022412742422530</id><published>2010-03-09T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:42:06.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A question</title><content type='html'>When does help turn from something positive to something negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is just something one knows by gut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't all help be effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know that answer too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I want to know is why we have to learn from ourselves sometimes. And why no matter how much one seeks help/strength/advice from others, it is internal learning that proves to be the most or only effective process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8915022412742422530?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8915022412742422530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8915022412742422530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8915022412742422530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8915022412742422530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/question.html' title='A question'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7194805940322570642</id><published>2010-03-08T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:44:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a crier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5XfaVhdjxI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6FXrZfHgVFg/s1600-h/crybaby.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5XfaVhdjxI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6FXrZfHgVFg/s320/crybaby.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446504967921569554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally am. Really, ask anyone. I get emotional over so many things. (I'm just talking verklempt, not sobs.) For example I usually get a little choked up on the way to work when I the breast cancer walk commercial on the radio or when I hear little kids sing sweet songs and I always get emotional at church. I'm sure all my ward-ies know me as "the girl that gets emotional every time she gives a lesson or speaks in church" and I know this because tonight at a ward activity, my friend AN mentioned it. "I'm such a crier" I lamented to which AN responded "it's good... it means that you have a connection to those things, that they are important to you." Phew! I thought I was doomed to be known forever as a cry baby:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7194805940322570642?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7194805940322570642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7194805940322570642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7194805940322570642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7194805940322570642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-crier.html' title='I&apos;m a crier'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5XfaVhdjxI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6FXrZfHgVFg/s72-c/crybaby.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8230426871839613573</id><published>2010-03-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:54:20.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking that it's finally time to let go of the idea that I can only date older/same age men. And before you know it I'll be going for shorter guys too... what's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8230426871839613573?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8230426871839613573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8230426871839613573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8230426871839613573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8230426871839613573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8440359717636780823</id><published>2010-03-06T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:03:38.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NImrWi-rI/AAAAAAAAAug/sLPqiWwdD38/s1600-h/zoomzoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NImrWi-rI/AAAAAAAAAug/sLPqiWwdD38/s320/zoomzoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445776203730582194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8AM: Mazda dealership to have second part of the car charger removed. Zoom Zoom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NInCmAvAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/4wJpwzgJFF8/s1600-h/chargerfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NInCmAvAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/4wJpwzgJFF8/s320/chargerfree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445776209969462274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9AM: Pedicure and new yellow toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11AM Egg rolls and chocolate moose with the Relief Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NKKzP6llI/AAAAAAAAAuw/xi2csSRZWCM/s1600-h/egg+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NKKzP6llI/AAAAAAAAAuw/xi2csSRZWCM/s320/egg+roll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445777923837171282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30PM Met up with Janay and the monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2PM New Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NLNQ8UE5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/H1h-9IkqHpA/s1600-h/new+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NLNQ8UE5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/H1h-9IkqHpA/s320/new+glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445779065679385490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30PM In n' Out. I loves me a Neapolitan shake and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NL1PaYtBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/P5hRrsfqWm8/s1600-h/shake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NL1PaYtBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/P5hRrsfqWm8/s320/shake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445779752463414290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NL0rRRMCI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2kJ-IVTxr7E/s1600-h/fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NL0rRRMCI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2kJ-IVTxr7E/s320/fries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445779742761496610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3PM Hobby Lobby... just like Michael's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NMmazzivI/AAAAAAAAAvg/OhCPl0EbcPk/s1600-h/janay+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NMmazzivI/AAAAAAAAAvg/OhCPl0EbcPk/s320/janay+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445780597336410866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NMlzQxoYI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GS-REuw7tTQ/s1600-h/hobby+lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NMlzQxoYI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GS-REuw7tTQ/s320/hobby+lobby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445780586720502146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5PM Locked out of Janay's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6PM Subway and the monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NNDpHMflI/AAAAAAAAAvw/9HEojZe7J0M/s1600-h/subway2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NNDpHMflI/AAAAAAAAAvw/9HEojZe7J0M/s320/subway2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445781099392040530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NNDB6VpsI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_qt74HN8zFY/s1600-h/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NNDB6VpsI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_qt74HN8zFY/s320/subway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445781088869131970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY: NO WORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8440359717636780823?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8440359717636780823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8440359717636780823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8440359717636780823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8440359717636780823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/marathon-day.html' title='Marathon Day'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5NImrWi-rI/AAAAAAAAAug/sLPqiWwdD38/s72-c/zoomzoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8423208689492595382</id><published>2010-03-05T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:11:46.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I did!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't know my own strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5H_8zdAMcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/s1f_61ndlDc/s1600-h/car+charger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5H_8zdAMcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/s1f_61ndlDc/s320/car+charger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445414844536730050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my phone charger for the car and again, yes, the other part is still stuck in my car. I'll explain more since tomorrow will hopefully include removal of the rest from the place it is so tightly lodged in my car. Good thing it was for my old phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8423208689492595382?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8423208689492595382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8423208689492595382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8423208689492595382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8423208689492595382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what I did!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5H_8zdAMcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/s1f_61ndlDc/s72-c/car+charger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8496839588409672163</id><published>2010-03-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:29:21.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5CWTGMTqNI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/dMOsMzvD94g/s1600-h/SLEEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5CWTGMTqNI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/dMOsMzvD94g/s320/SLEEP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445017204314843346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I am admitting defeat. Tonight starts a time that has never been seen before. I will be retiring to my bed before the 11 o'clock hour. I realize this might be a shock to you all, especially those of you who lived with me but there is no way around it any longer.  I've linked my late bed time to several things so maybe the early to bed, early to rise will help with. Just a few examples are my snoozing 10 times before I get out of bed, my lack of exercise, the fact that I leave for work without brushing my hair sometimes, my not eating breakfast, being unprepared for my day, my word vomit, headaches, memory loss and hang nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan on an up date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8496839588409672163?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8496839588409672163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8496839588409672163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8496839588409672163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8496839588409672163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/defeat.html' title='defeat'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S5CWTGMTqNI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/dMOsMzvD94g/s72-c/SLEEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5234238086103919446</id><published>2010-03-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:53:43.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 candles</title><content type='html'>Tonight I caught the tail end of 16 Candles. Probably the best 80's movie I've seen, and I've seen a few. Ever since I first saw it I wanted to experience the final scene. Seriously... who wouldn't want their "ultimate" to pick them up from their horrid sister's wedding, because of which your birthday was forgotten, and have a lovely little romantic cake party atop the dinning table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S48tdyngucI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_Bsnktgqikw/s1600-h/CL_16candles_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S48tdyngucI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_Bsnktgqikw/s320/CL_16candles_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444620464341170626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Really, I know it's not at all realistic, but then neither is having a foreign exchange student named Long Duc Dong thrown into the mix.                           Gotta love the Donger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S48trz8GKTI/AAAAAAAAAuI/lOBjElrrkVs/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S48trz8GKTI/AAAAAAAAAuI/lOBjElrrkVs/s320/candles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444620705214114098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5234238086103919446?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5234238086103919446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5234238086103919446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5234238086103919446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5234238086103919446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/16-candles.html' title='16 candles'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S48tdyngucI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_Bsnktgqikw/s72-c/CL_16candles_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-7093720872911705585</id><published>2010-03-02T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:05:10.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhibit #396 of my single-hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S44IdkP3aOI/AAAAAAAAAto/KScrYuHv1-k/s1600-h/the+hamper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S44IdkP3aOI/AAAAAAAAAto/KScrYuHv1-k/s320/the+hamper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444298303576959202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my clean laundry... it's been that way since Saturday. The process is this: dirty clothes go in the white hamper and when they are ready to wash I do so. And by "ready to wash" I mean I'm down to one pair of clean underwear and by "I do so" I mean I schedule with my mother a day and time when I am permitted to do my laundry. It then ends up in the black "hamper" which is actually a stool, thank you Ikea, that I've transformed into a hamper. Sometimes I feel so resourceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that need to be hung up are taken out so most of this is just stuff I haven't taken the time to fold. Sometimes I don't have the time and other times I procrastinate by, like, um, say blogging. And I'd say it gets folded every third time I do laundry because I decide to change. But normally I take what I need everyday and leave the rest for the next day, all in planing and hoping that I'll get around to it. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-7093720872911705585?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/7093720872911705585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=7093720872911705585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7093720872911705585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/7093720872911705585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhibit-396-of-my-single-hood.html' title='Exhibit #396 of my single-hood'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S44IdkP3aOI/AAAAAAAAAto/KScrYuHv1-k/s72-c/the+hamper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6040933870668142828</id><published>2010-03-01T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:03:30.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>I've always been grateful for loving support in my life. I feel it from all angles, first and foremost being my family and of course my friends and leaders at church or co-workers and neighbors. I know that I can pick up a phone and call to talk or ask a question. I know there are many places I can go to feel safe and be comforted and I'm even more grateful because I know not everyone has that in their lives. I always try to make sure that people know that I am grateful for them and for the strength I gain from them. But today, I am grateful to know that this can be returned. Today a family friend in need came an sought support from my family and although the situation is sad and lives are going to be changed forever there is comfort in knowing that this person will gain strength from us and the support we are willing to offer, that they know that we love and cherish this relationship. Everyday I am impressed to see that we truly are here for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6040933870668142828?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6040933870668142828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6040933870668142828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6040933870668142828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6040933870668142828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/03/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5813451277056929456</id><published>2010-02-28T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:57:58.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lds.org "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At church there is a women's service organization. In this organization we are assigned to visit each other each month and today, being the last day of the month, I went and visited them. It is something that I truly love doing because I meet and get to know some amazing women, some of which have become lifelong friends. I am grateful to know the influence we can have for good in others lives. It makes me happy.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5813451277056929456?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5813451277056929456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5813451277056929456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5813451277056929456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5813451277056929456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/visiting-teaching.html' title='Visiting teaching'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4954612047117659922</id><published>2010-02-28T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:30:50.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar Relay Del Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/"&gt;Ragnar Relays&lt;/a&gt; are held in several areas of the country. Yesterday started the one in Arizona. It started in Prescott and ended in Mesa. Thats about 204 miles. I had friends that ran in it and each team needed volunteers. Insert me here. This morning I woke up at 4 and drove out to Fountain Hills (20 miles out of Chandler) to help at one of the exchanges. There are 12 runners on a team (350 total teams) and 36 legs of the race which meant 34 exchange stations. I was exchange 31. Due to some delays in the race, the first few hours of my 5-11 AM shift were uneventful but the first team got in about 8:30AM and from there they just kept coming. It was really exciting because all of the teammates were there for the exchanges and a lot of people had costumes etc. &lt;br /&gt;My friend Janay ran in the race and after we were talking about all of it and what she experienced and I decided that I want to be on a team next year. So I think I'm going to commit to thinking about it. (Umm, p.s. this is big for me to even consider this since I over did it on the running a few years back and deal with the "fear" of overdoing it again. Small pat on the back... moving on.) I really think that I would like it. I mean, I saw people who had been up all night and hadn't showered laughing and cheering and still running. People twice my age still kicking it. Why wouldn't I want to join the madness?! Who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4954612047117659922?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4954612047117659922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4954612047117659922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4954612047117659922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4954612047117659922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/ragnar-relay-del-sol.html' title='Ragnar Relay Del Sol'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2297614339734538058</id><published>2010-02-26T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:00:13.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangs:)</title><content type='html'>Here they are. What's the verdict? I'm in favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4imcP4coCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Exicve3N4tQ/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4imcP4coCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Exicve3N4tQ/s320/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442783153907081250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4imb32Tn8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/4f6D0kT0rnw/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4imb32Tn8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/4f6D0kT0rnw/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442783147455651778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4imbcGCjYI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/u02G6kOqHk4/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4imbcGCjYI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/u02G6kOqHk4/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442783140005449090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks V!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2297614339734538058?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2297614339734538058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2297614339734538058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2297614339734538058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2297614339734538058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/bangs.html' title='Bangs:)'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4imcP4coCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Exicve3N4tQ/s72-c/Photo+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5153112474623915515</id><published>2010-02-25T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:44:19.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone</title><content type='html'>Today I got a new phone! I am posting this from it right now and it has taken forever to just write this sentence. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5153112474623915515?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5153112474623915515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5153112474623915515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5153112474623915515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5153112474623915515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-phone.html' title='new phone'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2927527870820102907</id><published>2010-02-24T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:55:42.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for this being out of the 24 hours of the 24th but I was at a movie. Sorry to all you Twilight fans but if New Moon was better than Twilight, I need an explanation because I'm not sure how it was better in any way. It might very well be the worst movie I've ever seen. Hands down. I might have liked Napoleon Dynamite more. Geezzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4YpVf4HBII/AAAAAAAAAtI/HfopJxEdSnw/s1600-h/The+Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4YpVf4HBII/AAAAAAAAAtI/HfopJxEdSnw/s320/The+Monkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442082649034654850"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what made my night. I saw the movie with this one's momma. The kid is a crack up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-981099adb7ab958f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D981099adb7ab958f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472857%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7622B7605FE3656EB3BC9E8CCBAA385C98D53E3.10E6EB4FC9185E788A87127E4C0D659767A6D274%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D981099adb7ab958f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxVy6N7YK-N6wNcVeIYpQ0mY05I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D981099adb7ab958f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472857%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7622B7605FE3656EB3BC9E8CCBAA385C98D53E3.10E6EB4FC9185E788A87127E4C0D659767A6D274%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D981099adb7ab958f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxVy6N7YK-N6wNcVeIYpQ0mY05I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd186f4a71902f61" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd186f4a71902f61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472857%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D643B4DC62A78CB382495C8BFE84DC610CF5F7698.53FB645ACD224FDDE5F24E5CE68891604BFFEEEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd186f4a71902f61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du7mQAtarxQq2tHd1rFqcv7ep0TM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd186f4a71902f61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472857%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D643B4DC62A78CB382495C8BFE84DC610CF5F7698.53FB645ACD224FDDE5F24E5CE68891604BFFEEEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd186f4a71902f61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du7mQAtarxQq2tHd1rFqcv7ep0TM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard not to laugh in while I was recording because I was right by the mic and I was laughing really hard and he kept going because we were laughing at him. I think it was even more funny because he was in his birthday suit. There's just something about being naked, it can add to the humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2927527870820102907?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2927527870820102907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2927527870820102907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2927527870820102907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2927527870820102907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/monkey.html' title='The Monkey'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4YpVf4HBII/AAAAAAAAAtI/HfopJxEdSnw/s72-c/The+Monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-5383102710609265964</id><published>2010-02-23T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:57:06.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Pugs</title><content type='html'>and any other small dog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could take you down so please stay out of my way. I don't even fit on a normal human's lap, that's how monstrous I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4QWQQHZO1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2q7ImVDBL_A/s1600-h/Jumbo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4QWQQHZO1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2q7ImVDBL_A/s320/Jumbo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441498718230100818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4QWPQsc6wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vB9a6hgewTs/s1600-h/Jumbo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4QWPQsc6wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vB9a6hgewTs/s320/Jumbo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441498701205662466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 20 pound, rock solid kitty from the ghettos of AMP. Be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been warned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo AKA Jumbo-lia AKA Jumbo-tron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-5383102710609265964?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/5383102710609265964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=5383102710609265964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5383102710609265964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/5383102710609265964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-pugs.html' title='Dear Pugs'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4QWQQHZO1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2q7ImVDBL_A/s72-c/Jumbo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-849735366097592220</id><published>2010-02-22T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:12:46.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>I did talk to MG 10 hours after her phone call. Since I am the first to have a birthday between our close friends, she asked me if I feel old to which I replied "yes" followed by a heavy sigh. I sigh only because I didn't think I would. Anyway we chatted for a while about how at age 17 we thought we'd be different than we are now. Not better or worse but different. Then she said "one day I'll find that girl again who always was put together but now pony tails and showers every other day will have to do." I'm grateful for my friends who remember me on or around my birthday especially knowing that we all have busy lives. I am grateful everyday for the path my life has taken, even if I feel a little old, because I know that Heavenly Father has a great plan for me, I just hope he doesn't mind that I don't get a shower in everyday:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-849735366097592220?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/849735366097592220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=849735366097592220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/849735366097592220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/849735366097592220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-3075993694590744093</id><published>2010-02-22T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:59:41.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first real day of year #27</title><content type='html'>Today started out with at phone call at 7AM from my friend MG. I saw it was her calling toward the end of my phone ringing. I then proceeded to fall back asleep and dream that she was calling me from an ultrasound appointment because she wanted me to hear the heartbeat. Ummm... so she is pregnant but was calling to wish me happy birthday... not sure that she would ever call me to have me listen to the heartbeat over the phone. My dreams are weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss finds it necessary to have birthday treats; the woman loves sugar. She admitted to me at lunch today that she prefers a sugary thing to a real meal. Anyway, seeing as though today was the first business day after my birthday, weekend birthdays being no excuse, I made a birthday treat. I LOVE black bottom cupcakes. I love anything with cream cheese in it. They were well received, especially when I came into a meeting late today. (Read about migraine in previous post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are... don't they look so good!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4NsP8JKB9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vJNYLGnoMR8/s1600-h/black+bottom+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4NsP8JKB9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vJNYLGnoMR8/s320/black+bottom+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441311795892062162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because everyone had meetings and work yesterday we had the family dinner tonight. My brothers usually request fancy places for their birthdays which I of course get to partake in so I feel like eating my favorite dinner at home is not selfish. It is something that my mom made a lot more often when we all lived at home because it was easy and cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4NtoUcPg1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/0jlznmupKLw/s1600-h/birthday+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4NtoUcPg1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/0jlznmupKLw/s320/birthday+dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441313314243052370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not look like much and that is because it is not. It is chicken over white rice and cooked carrots but the kicker is the sour cream sauce. I stuffed my self silly and then topped it off with another black bottom cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4NtpGFvo9I/AAAAAAAAAss/fOLwSFETzMg/s1600-h/me+and+the+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4NtpGFvo9I/AAAAAAAAAss/fOLwSFETzMg/s320/me+and+the+dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441313327570461650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour cream and cream cheese will make any day a celebration! That's why I eat them everyday! What do you eat to celebrate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-3075993694590744093?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/3075993694590744093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=3075993694590744093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3075993694590744093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3075993694590744093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-real-day-of-year-27.html' title='The first real day of year #27'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4NsP8JKB9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vJNYLGnoMR8/s72-c/black+bottom+cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8643955948650333564</id><published>2010-02-21T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:37:06.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting off on the not so right foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4HdgwnSTvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vPDHwyVrYVE/s1600-h/AZ+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4HdgwnSTvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vPDHwyVrYVE/s320/AZ+sign.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440873379715501810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above you will see a picture of my morning. I drove home from visiting Lisa for the weekend. Her husband was out of town and we celebrated birthdays. It was a nice weekend. We shopped, ate, talked and they threw me a surprise party on Saturday night. The drive home was nice. I just drove. I didn't listen to music or anything. I just looked out the window at the vast stretches of desert, enjoying the look of the fluffy clouds resting on the distant mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4HdhTFfv6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/d7gg7TwQPAk/s1600-h/Served.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4HdhTFfv6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/d7gg7TwQPAk/s320/Served.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440873388969017250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my afternoon. These are the papers that I was served. Boo. A few weeks ago I go a photo radar ticket and for some reason they wanted to bring the papers in person and much earlier than I expected. Now I get to spend my time tomorrow calling about it. Happy Birthday from the Mesa Municipal Court. Plus I have a migraine. I'm going to bed. It's 6:36. Here's to a better first full day of the 27th year tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8643955948650333564?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8643955948650333564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8643955948650333564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8643955948650333564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8643955948650333564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/starting-off-on-not-so-right-foot.html' title='Starting off on the not so right foot'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/S4HdgwnSTvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vPDHwyVrYVE/s72-c/AZ+sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1372668091044474855</id><published>2010-02-17T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:19:03.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Announcement</title><content type='html'>I hope you're all ready for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated below, I've been thinking about this for some time. The actual "thing" is influenced/motivated/inspired by several things that have happened recently. They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friend Loli from France called and left me a message one day at work. Every time that it is about to be erased from my voice mail I re-save it. I have yet to contact her back in several months. I'm sure that many of you reading this might be able to exchange your name with Loli's and have it be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been reading Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert (a good book so far) where a recent divorcee goes on a year long journey of self discovery in three different countries. She writes about moments (big and small) that have moved her, made her laugh or cry, help her understand her own self and what it is that she wants in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In April I moved home from France, broke up with the boy in May and it feels like ever since then that I've been getting back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My friend from school RZ documented every day of her life for one month. I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I found my journal from study abroad and I wrote in it everyday. I loved looking at the simple things that I enjoyed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At Costco pizza with my parents the other day I listed all the people that I haven't talked to in a while... and they were shocked. It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thoroughly enjoyed Julie and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to the announcement. I'm sure you might be catching a drift. I have decided that in a goal to stay in contact with my dear friends, I resolve to blog once a day for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;an entire year&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now, with any goal (this seeming lofty) one must evaluate and re-adjust which I plan on doing after one month but starting Sunday February 21, 2010 which happens to be my 27th birthday, I will begin my journey. I imagine that it will be rocky at the start because I'm not quite sure that I've got tons of stuff to blog about yet, but I'll get into a grove. And aside from promoting connection, I hope to take the opportunity to always look for something to share. I hope everyone knows that I am really happy, and that this was not sparked by anything negative. I feel very positive and motivated about what great things this could bring, although I'm not hoping for book or movie deals like Julie got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prepare yourself for food, the pool and lifeguards, family, my random thoughts and much, much more:) I'm really excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1372668091044474855?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1372668091044474855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1372668091044474855' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1372668091044474855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1372668091044474855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/announcement.html' title='THE Announcement'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4799643329420388809</id><published>2010-02-11T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:16:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for it...</title><content type='html'>Coming soon! Hold on to your hats! It's going to be big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an announcement (and I'm not getting married) that has taken a lot of thought the past couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4799643329420388809?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4799643329420388809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4799643329420388809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4799643329420388809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4799643329420388809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait-for-it.html' title='Wait for it...'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4466805117121447105</id><published>2009-08-01T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:41:38.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0tnq8SDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xY2D_mRzef4/s1600-h/students+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0tnq8SDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xY2D_mRzef4/s320/students+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252489429665842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0tWDsb4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/dKATB9NKuAg/s1600-h/students+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0tWDsb4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/dKATB9NKuAg/s320/students+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252484701646722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0tPYTNSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/w6HLB6SW82E/s1600-h/students+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0tPYTNSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/w6HLB6SW82E/s320/students+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252482909025570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0isMnKHI/AAAAAAAAAqc/6pe7obvulsQ/s1600-h/students+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0isMnKHI/AAAAAAAAAqc/6pe7obvulsQ/s320/students+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252301666068594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0iKDF43I/AAAAAAAAAqU/2ICGPAmXQl8/s1600-h/students+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0iKDF43I/AAAAAAAAAqU/2ICGPAmXQl8/s320/students+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252292499334002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0hxVWf-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/fshUf6RymOI/s1600-h/students+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0hxVWf-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/fshUf6RymOI/s320/students+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252285865033698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0hnhrrbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/asZm7geVHcc/s1600-h/students+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0hnhrrbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/asZm7geVHcc/s320/students+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252283232398770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0hXnhlpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/gdxGkVSRUzc/s1600-h/students+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0hXnhlpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/gdxGkVSRUzc/s320/students+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365252278961936018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they lovely! Je vous aime et vous me manquez! BEAUCOUP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4466805117121447105?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4466805117121447105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4466805117121447105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4466805117121447105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4466805117121447105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/08/students.html' title='The Students'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SnU0tnq8SDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xY2D_mRzef4/s72-c/students+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-3670479242133356527</id><published>2009-07-09T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:56:47.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sundays</title><content type='html'>One thing (of the many) that I love about Paris is that you can eventually do most things for free. Most museums have a free day and the major attractions are free the first Sunday of the month. I went to the Arc de Triomphe one of those days around dusk and just took in the view. Even though there were hundreds of people, the experience was peaceful and breathtaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlblqweXyxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xsO8WzwfXlU/s1600-h/me+at+arc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlblqweXyxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xsO8WzwfXlU/s320/me+at+arc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356721329533340434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlblqSuNR5I/AAAAAAAAAps/1lRBhPrziII/s1600-h/view+from+arc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlblqSuNR5I/AAAAAAAAAps/1lRBhPrziII/s320/view+from+arc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356721321546696594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-3670479242133356527?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/3670479242133356527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=3670479242133356527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3670479242133356527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/3670479242133356527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-sundays.html' title='First Sundays'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlblqweXyxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xsO8WzwfXlU/s72-c/me+at+arc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6046883869731078036</id><published>2009-07-09T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:50:34.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAY HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbknJp4WaI/AAAAAAAAApk/Hbn-s-LYdcc/s1600-h/gray+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbknJp4WaI/AAAAAAAAApk/Hbn-s-LYdcc/s320/gray+hair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356720168061393314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that you cannot see it but it is there. Happy 26th Birthday old lady :) I like to think of it as a sign of maturity, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6046883869731078036?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6046883869731078036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6046883869731078036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6046883869731078036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6046883869731078036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/07/gray-hair.html' title='GRAY HAIR'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbknJp4WaI/AAAAAAAAApk/Hbn-s-LYdcc/s72-c/gray+hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-1712866500112560709</id><published>2009-07-09T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:45:02.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAMILY!</title><content type='html'>I think one of the days that I was happiest in France was when my mom told me that she, my dad and my brother Trevor were coming to visit! They came for 10 days and I got to play full on tour guide. We did a lot of things, ate a lot of food and enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;One things that we went to see that I had not seen before was St Chapelle. It is a chapel with the most amazing stained glass windows. Our necks were pretty sore at the end from staring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgQanffPI/AAAAAAAAApU/LtUpJeIDFt8/s1600-h/st+chapelle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgQanffPI/AAAAAAAAApU/LtUpJeIDFt8/s320/st+chapelle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715379431275762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgQy1XDpI/AAAAAAAAApc/ZJHYLd_urNU/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgQy1XDpI/AAAAAAAAApc/ZJHYLd_urNU/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715385931894418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did the famous boat tour. Every tourist has to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgP1nyNFI/AAAAAAAAApM/Inj_XkZcl_A/s1600-h/boat+tour+fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgP1nyNFI/AAAAAAAAApM/Inj_XkZcl_A/s320/boat+tour+fam.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715369500390482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we went to Fontainbleau. The redhead in the bunch is my aunt who let us all stay at her apartment. Thanks Jen! My little apartment would have been busting at the seams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgPbCiOKI/AAAAAAAAApE/e_oUbGMp8mE/s1600-h/fam+at+font.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgPbCiOKI/AAAAAAAAApE/e_oUbGMp8mE/s320/fam+at+font.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715362364831906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents brought another camera for me when they came! Thanks mom and dad! They also took a lot of pictures that I will have to sort through and post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-1712866500112560709?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/1712866500112560709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=1712866500112560709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1712866500112560709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/1712866500112560709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-family.html' title='MY FAMILY!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbgQanffPI/AAAAAAAAApU/LtUpJeIDFt8/s72-c/st+chapelle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6955205897074999127</id><published>2009-07-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:28:06.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma in Paris</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of November my grandma Adre came to Paris to visit Jenny (my aunt the diplomate) and to visit Holland/home. It was great timing because I had a school holiday and so I got to hang out with her! We did all the fun things.&lt;br /&gt;Here she is at the Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Slbdl3uIKBI/AAAAAAAAAo0/9Y6_15c73Tk/s1600-h/Grandma+at+Louvre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Slbdl3uIKBI/AAAAAAAAAo0/9Y6_15c73Tk/s320/Grandma+at+Louvre.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356712449486104594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to take a great trip up north to Normandy. We went to Bayeux, Mont St Michel and the Normandy beaches. (This is were the pictures are lacking. My camera was stolen shortly after the trip.)&lt;br /&gt;Here are Jenny and I at one of the beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbdmKOHS5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/TbJyGkISODg/s1600-h/hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbdmKOHS5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/TbJyGkISODg/s320/hotel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356712454452104082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place that she and I went to was Fontainbleau. I lived here my first year in France. It was so fun to go again and the weather was fine for a day outside in the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbdlmBG2RI/AAAAAAAAAos/8vnVDQYKW1I/s1600-h/hill+and+gma+at+fontainebleau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SlbdlmBG2RI/AAAAAAAAAos/8vnVDQYKW1I/s320/hill+and+gma+at+fontainebleau.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356712444733872402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to have her there and I didn't want her to leave at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you big G of G&amp;g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6955205897074999127?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6955205897074999127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6955205897074999127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6955205897074999127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6955205897074999127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandma-in-paris.html' title='Grandma in Paris'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Slbdl3uIKBI/AAAAAAAAAo0/9Y6_15c73Tk/s72-c/Grandma+at+Louvre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-518005459841685947</id><published>2009-07-03T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:06:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7xXGL6cxI/AAAAAAAAAok/cU-_ffhU9nE/s1600-h/blue+tower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7xXGL6cxI/AAAAAAAAAok/cU-_ffhU9nE/s320/blue+tower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354482386089964306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the European Union the presidency switches every six months. From July to December 2008 the President was France. They "celebrated" in many ways. One was having the Eiffel Tower be blue instead of its normal white. It seems that it would just be something cool to see but it really was beautiful. It is made to look like the EU flag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-518005459841685947?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/518005459841685947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=518005459841685947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/518005459841685947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/518005459841685947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-president.html' title='EU President'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7xXGL6cxI/AAAAAAAAAok/cU-_ffhU9nE/s72-c/blue+tower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-2938550027891500874</id><published>2009-07-03T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:54:38.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins in Paris</title><content type='html'>After Colombia I went straight to Paris. My cousin Kacey was studying in Barcelona and came with some of her friends to Paris for a weekend. It was my first chance to be a tour guide and I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7s0FBKEkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LmcovK6Rs6w/s1600-h/kacey+arc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7s0FBKEkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LmcovK6Rs6w/s320/kacey+arc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354477386434482754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the Arc de Triomphe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7s0lZ9SEI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IOpS5lIVDiU/s1600-h/rue+mouftard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7s0lZ9SEI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IOpS5lIVDiU/s320/rue+mouftard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354477395128436802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls with my friend Mariana at the best crêpe shop in Paris. I wish they could have stayed longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-2938550027891500874?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/2938550027891500874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=2938550027891500874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2938550027891500874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/2938550027891500874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/07/cousins-in-paris.html' title='Cousins in Paris'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/Sk7s0FBKEkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LmcovK6Rs6w/s72-c/kacey+arc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6397903606214549599</id><published>2009-07-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:41:01.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I realize how far behind I am in my blogging. Really am very sorry but I made goals too big for one little blog. So now I will be making up for lost time but really only the highlights... Thank you for your patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6397903606214549599?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6397903606214549599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6397903606214549599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6397903606214549599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6397903606214549599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-363760219953258432</id><published>2008-12-05T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:57:15.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONKEYS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So Felipe and I went to the Cali Zoo. I fell instantly in love with the monkeys. So much though that I made us go back to see them one after we had seen all the other animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlocMgr-rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/PgMcvrWYfXY/s1600-h/zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlocMgr-rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/PgMcvrWYfXY/s320/zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276363272045198002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlmGNY_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/7sWTyMD8nf4/s1600-h/monkey+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlmGNY_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/7sWTyMD8nf4/s320/monkey+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360695300974530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STllp_NAjgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/RPD5WPDauu4/s1600-h/mico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STllp_NAjgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/RPD5WPDauu4/s320/mico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360210456284674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlmG5YJ0rI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XiyH-Ywjl94/s1600-h/flying+in+mid+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlmG5YJ0rI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XiyH-Ywjl94/s320/flying+in+mid+air.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360707108623026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see that they were super fun. They were really showing of for us. This guy has just jumped off of the wood wheel and is swinging on the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlmHSM2chI/AAAAAAAAAnU/voO_5bqBarE/s1600-h/monkey+chi+chi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlmHSM2chI/AAAAAAAAAnU/voO_5bqBarE/s320/monkey+chi+chi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360713772102162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the money chi chi but this little dude was so funny. He was smacking the window and throwing his food at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really cool. The tiger was leaning up against the glass I walked by. I realized after when we looked at the picture that it looked like we were leaning on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlpkbj2VcI/AAAAAAAAAns/bquD9GRydUk/s1600-h/me+and+the+tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlpkbj2VcI/AAAAAAAAAns/bquD9GRydUk/s320/me+and+the+tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276364513035572674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-363760219953258432?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/363760219953258432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=363760219953258432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/363760219953258432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/363760219953258432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2008/12/monkeys.html' title='MONKEYS!!!!!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlocMgr-rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/PgMcvrWYfXY/s72-c/zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-8397076925905090325</id><published>2008-12-05T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:26:52.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Javi and the University</title><content type='html'>On the day that we left to go back to Cali, Javier took us to his university. It is a revolutionary university to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a large painting of Che Guevara in the main square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlh3oyEf2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BHRq7rkQy7k/s1600-h/che.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlh3oyEf2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BHRq7rkQy7k/s320/che.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356046909374306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Javi and me near the building where he spent all of his time. Notice the spray paint on the blocks. This is some sort of acronym for the FARC... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STliM1qP55I/AAAAAAAAAms/_MH9WXFXa90/s1600-h/me+and+javi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STliM1qP55I/AAAAAAAAAms/_MH9WXFXa90/s320/me+and+javi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356411143481234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shocked me the most amongst all of the pot smoking and propaganda was all of the spray paint. They had it everywhere: on the buildings, in the buildings and even in the lecture halls and classrooms. Everywhere protesting/supporting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have Malcolm X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STljKF5b2TI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DjaL0trTpF4/s1600-h/malcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STljKF5b2TI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DjaL0trTpF4/s320/malcom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357463474166066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As impressed as I was, I did not take many pictures. I had plenty of people staring at me simply because I'm a gringa and then add a camera to that... I seriously felt like I had "look at me" written on my forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-8397076925905090325?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/8397076925905090325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=8397076925905090325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8397076925905090325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/8397076925905090325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2008/12/javi-and-university.html' title='Javi and the University'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlh3oyEf2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BHRq7rkQy7k/s72-c/che.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-9014718371187277492</id><published>2008-12-05T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:09:59.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bogota Temple</title><content type='html'>I got the chance to go and see the temple. I did not get a chance to go in because I was only in Bogota for 3 days and two of the days it was closed :(&lt;br /&gt;I was really nice of Felipe's friends to take us in the car to see it.  Nothing beats the spirit of the temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlgPWrU7GI/AAAAAAAAAmc/aBQltH_63hQ/s1600-h/bogota+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlgPWrU7GI/AAAAAAAAAmc/aBQltH_63hQ/s320/bogota+temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276354255342857314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was a good missionary tool. I was certainly asked a lot of questions after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-9014718371187277492?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/9014718371187277492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=9014718371187277492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/9014718371187277492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/9014718371187277492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2008/12/bogota-temple.html' title='The Bogota Temple'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STlgPWrU7GI/AAAAAAAAAmc/aBQltH_63hQ/s72-c/bogota+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-799195069253361293</id><published>2008-12-05T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:06:26.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebas</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should give some time to Felipe's nephew Sebastian but I have to admit that Isabella is on my better side. Sebas is the devil himself. For example, you say "hola Sebastian" and you get a face like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STldOG87F3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/zfP7A1mD8jQ/s1600-h/Sebas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STldOG87F3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/zfP7A1mD8jQ/s320/Sebas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276350935406942066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that is a "forced smile" but that is his face when he growls at you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is mostly nice to his sister but that is always a case by case thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STldu0tKIdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/4duMVGMGiy0/s1600-h/brat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STldu0tKIdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/4duMVGMGiy0/s320/brat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276351497444663762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is telling his sister what to do. (He pushed her right after:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STleE4YMRdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/GjzjpsSpB0A/s1600-h/bouncing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STleE4YMRdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/GjzjpsSpB0A/s320/bouncing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276351876387587538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did get along when they were in the bounce house and it was very sweet when Isabella was crying because he when over to her and gave her a kiss and said "calmate." But at the end of the night we were friends and I even got a kiss on the cheek. I think that is because I raced him down the sidewalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-799195069253361293?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/799195069253361293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=799195069253361293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/799195069253361293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/799195069253361293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2008/12/sebas.html' title='Sebas'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/STldOG87F3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/zfP7A1mD8jQ/s72-c/Sebas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-4825664761267597603</id><published>2008-11-08T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:59:44.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monserrate</title><content type='html'>Monserrate is a small tourist village on the top of a mountain in Bogota. We took a flying cable car (the real name is escaping me) to the top. From there you can see all of Bogota. With a breathtaking view, we went into the old church and down the little streets where they sell overpriced souvenirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwDKLiYRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QhwZGnQI234/s1600-h/Bogota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwDKLiYRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QhwZGnQI234/s320/Bogota.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266238538854326546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwDpZIJsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/W6hfO6lQW4g/s1600-h/flying+cable+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwDpZIJsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/W6hfO6lQW4g/s320/flying+cable+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266238547232827074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flying Cable Car:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwD9C0IKI/AAAAAAAAAls/ON_LBze5aeA/s1600-h/no+scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwD9C0IKI/AAAAAAAAAls/ON_LBze5aeA/s320/no+scarf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266238552507949218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something that looked like a scarf. I asked to try it on and it turned out being much bigger. And then of course I took a picture of it. I am such a gringa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwEVlE8NI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_R5nMoYALeo/s1600-h/Pipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwEVlE8NI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_R5nMoYALeo/s320/Pipe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266238559094108370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwEDifVBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/85W0IzFhxqs/s1600-h/Isa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwEDifVBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/85W0IzFhxqs/s320/Isa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266238554251416594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was looking at these pictures, I realized how similar Pipe and Isa look. Same skin color and hair and facial expressions. They are certainly family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-4825664761267597603?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/4825664761267597603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=4825664761267597603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4825664761267597603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/4825664761267597603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2008/11/monserrate.html' title='Monserrate'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRVwDKLiYRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QhwZGnQI234/s72-c/Bogota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083619430865409754.post-6454583665514382582</id><published>2008-11-06T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:39:14.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabella!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqk_4qFoI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gOA0TufvY_s/s1600-h/laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqk_4qFoI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gOA0TufvY_s/s320/laughing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599204438972034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqkqAT5CI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Xs7onIFEk2g/s1600-h/car+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqkqAT5CI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Xs7onIFEk2g/s320/car+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599198565491746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqkilFomI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6_u5inMk97Q/s1600-h/mouth+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqkilFomI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6_u5inMk97Q/s320/mouth+open.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599196572263010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqkYuUa1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/hZchg6qVK_E/s1600-h/too+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqkYuUa1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/hZchg6qVK_E/s320/too+cute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599193926626130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bogota we met Isabella, Felipe's niece. She is the cutest thing in the world. We became good friends quickly thanks to a good game chase and a few good swings into there air. We got along so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqk8AG_XI/AAAAAAAAAlU/bGp_Y8jxHys/s1600-h/PJs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqk8AG_XI/AAAAAAAAAlU/bGp_Y8jxHys/s320/PJs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599203396484466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is wearing the pjs that I bought for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1083619430865409754-6454583665514382582?l=whereshillarynow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/feeds/6454583665514382582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1083619430865409754&amp;postID=6454583665514382582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6454583665514382582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1083619430865409754/posts/default/6454583665514382582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereshillarynow.blogspot.com/2008/11/isabella.html' title='Isabella!!!'/><author><name>Hillary Bellus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862327811715645683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WrIhIV2CPpw/SRMqk_4qFoI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gOA0TufvY_s/s72-c/laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
