tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37145406395469116442024-03-14T04:12:57.892-07:00white blank pageEleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-68264142889145099912011-11-03T17:59:00.000-07:002011-11-03T17:59:32.960-07:00"Where are you and jo crew at?"Two weeks ago, I had the lucky privilege of picking up my best friend in the whole world, Teresa, from the Salt Lake airport and bringing her to live the dream life in Provo...ha. I'd been getting pretty homesick, so having my best friend come to me was exactly what I needed. I welcomed her with a list of foods that one can't experience in Minnesota like In 'n Out, Yogurtland, Cafe Rio, J Dawgs, and of course the classic Provo dessert party. We got to sit front row at the BYU vs. Idaho State football game which was fun especially since we dominated.<br />
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We got to nap on Sunday and eat delicious food that I made because I'm obviously a professional cook. Teresa also wanted to experience the mountains up close and personal so we took her to a nice look out spot aka Squaw Peak aka nice make out spot, Teresa really wanted to get the full experience so we sent her up there with a random boy....okay total joke, Hanna and I took her up there and it was beautiful of course.<br />
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I have to be honest, our apartment was absolutely out of control when Teresa came, we were probably the sassiest we've ever been, so Teresa definitely got a good taste of everyone's personalities and was probably a good, calming presence in our home, ha. Dropping her off was so sad but it's okay because Christmas is only two months away! </div>
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<br />Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-35745361620391749192011-09-24T15:56:00.000-07:002011-09-24T15:56:54.104-07:00you can live under the stairsSo I know it's been a really long time and I apologize to all five of my blog readers. I wish I could say it's because I've just been so productive at school that I just haven't found time to do this but that's not the case, even though I really do try. School has been in session for almost a month now. Classes are rough, work is early, but friends are wonderful. I honestly have been so blessed with the best roommates, best friends, and best family. Last year was an amazing year but I think I didn't allow myself to have as much fun as I could have. I don't think I've laughed more in my life than I have in the past month. Yes, life is kind of stinky sometimes, I miss important people to me every day, but also, I'm so happy. I have the friends that I want. They make me laugh and they listen.<br />
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In the past month I have:<br />
been to a Lupe Fiasco concert<br />
gone shooting<br />
gone to a rope swing<br />
gone off-roading<br />
jumped off a bridge<br />
played on intramural football and soccer teams<br />
fallen in love beyonce's album "4"<br />
danced my heart out<br />
taken a million stats quizzes<br />
3-step ding dong ditched<br />
slept on a trampoline<br />
been happy.<br />
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Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-9672918618494538252011-08-21T20:22:00.000-07:002011-08-21T20:22:15.302-07:00hot as hades<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well it's been an awesome week. I was lucky enough to be able to go to Texas for the wedding of two of my best friends, Sarah and Chad. Even though I have never been more hot in my life or sweat more in my life, I'm still so glad I went. I couldn't believe that this relationship we had joked about in the beginning of the year actually ended up turning into a real life marriage, but it has and I am so incredibly happy for the two of them. I couldn't ask for better friends and I absolutely fell in love with their families as well. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also, more great news. My niece, Vivianne Jackson was born on Thursday morning and she's beautiful, I cannot wait to hold her in my arms tomorrow and be able to play with Liam again. The two loves of my life. I'm Utah bound in the morning with mi madre and I am so excited. Life is good, I'm feeling very blessed today.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-36521960038664724432011-08-17T23:01:00.000-07:002011-08-17T23:01:37.853-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I'm grateful for a mother that listens, friends that care, and a heart to love. </span>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-58173900726408739212011-08-14T22:31:00.000-07:002011-08-14T22:31:08.698-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I have to admit that my post a couple of days back that was agonizing over my awful wisdom teeth experience was probably a little bit dramatic. Everything that I said was entirely true, but I survived. I'm back to solid, normal foods and could not be happier. And really, I couldn't. Even though this weekend I didn't hang out with my friends which any other weekend would probably make me really crabby and complain a lot, this weekend was honestly perfect. I got to hang out with my family and laugh our heads off and dance and talk and just be together. It's crazy to me how much Quinn and Caroline are growing up and I can't call them little anymore. I am overflowing with gratitude for the amazing family that I have been blessed with and am so lucky to be able to call them my best friends. </span>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-91298492184978502062011-08-13T17:47:00.000-07:002011-08-13T17:48:18.166-07:00rufioooo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. He is so stinking cute. There is no way you could hate Rufio because he is just the cutest dog in the world and that's that. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. He thinks that everyone is his friend. Everyone. He loves to give a warm welcome to all that come through our front door.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. Rufio is always happy to see me. Sometimes I think he's the only one that loves me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4. Rufio loves car rides more than anything in the world. I love driving with my boy in the passenger seat.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5. Whenever something strange happens at night, Rufio is sure to let us know something is going on, especially when the bulldog down the street gets taken on a midnight walk...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">6. Rufio is basically a human being. He sits in chairs like people, he is loving, and he is a best friend.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">7. Rufio is also the strangest/quirkiest dog I have ever met. He does some pretty strange things but they only make him cuter. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8. Rufio loves to play. Even if you don't want to play, Rufio will make sure you do by continuously throwing his nasty rope toy onto your lap. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9. Rufio loves peanut butter. I love peanut butter. Match made in heaven.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">10. Rufio has the biggest heart and lets me cuddle with him when I'm lonely and I just love him. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So thank you Rufio for coming into my family's life. We needed you. Wish you could read....</span><br />
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<pre><h2 style="white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;">just some laughs for ya'll</span></span></h2><h2 style="white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal;">UCB Parents Jokes & Quotes:
Great Truths About Life That Little Children Have Learned</span></h2></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
</span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. No matter how hard you try, you cannot baptize cats.
2. When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3. If you sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the
second person.
4. Never ask your 3-year-old brother to hold a tomato.
5. You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6. Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot.
7. Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
8. Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a tic tac.
9. Never hold a dustbuster and a cat at the same time.
10. School lunches stick to the wall.
11. You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
12. Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
13. The best place to be when you are sad is in Grandma's lap.</span></pre>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-58125022591611904092011-08-13T12:22:00.001-07:002011-08-13T17:31:28.429-07:00pale...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">my only question for today is....where did my tan go?..take me back to the utah sunshine please and thanks.</span>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-80397020387861614592011-08-13T09:50:00.000-07:002011-08-13T09:50:52.771-07:00MAC, L'oreal, yep cause I'm worth it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7WZb3tT4WYPu2Ndu-K4OUfiAsx4GmbORU0zwCtssaW8C2uy0XL6lVrFDK_vnRwV63cqHhkJhqO5F3Ila3bHhPgda_EN90yaV24Bg40ySLsSJutiI_KWF_MY8L5xsev8iMmjv1-tVPciZ/s1600/IMG_1212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7WZb3tT4WYPu2Ndu-K4OUfiAsx4GmbORU0zwCtssaW8C2uy0XL6lVrFDK_vnRwV63cqHhkJhqO5F3Ila3bHhPgda_EN90yaV24Bg40ySLsSJutiI_KWF_MY8L5xsev8iMmjv1-tVPciZ/s400/IMG_1212.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Last night I decided to teach Mama-ji and Caroline how to play my favorite card game, oomph, and add to my winning streak. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time, Caroline and I provided Mom with some wonderful (terrible) harmonies to America's Top 40 Hits on the radio as well as some classic throwbacks like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5ck6TJQ5Ow">Lip Gloss</a>. We quickly realized that getting lyrics right is not our greatest skill but toot and I were seriously bawling we were laughing so hard. And no stress, I <b>dominated</b> this game even though I was accused of cheating the entire time. I would never do such a thing...but love me some sista time.</span></div><br />
Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-39014337415948084722011-08-11T19:55:00.000-07:002011-08-11T19:55:39.723-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"Isn't that the good life is a simple one,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sittin' in the yard watching' the leaves go by,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Reading good books and playing songs,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Watching the wind blow through your front yard</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Don't follow your head,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Follow your heart."</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-spent more hours in my bed than should ever be allowed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-watched more LOST than a human should be able to handle</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-hung out with zero people</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-been in more pain than I can really remember</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-missed people desperately</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All because of my blasted wisdom teeth. Okay, I can't blame it all on my teeth, but seriously worst thing ever. Dry sockets are painful, that's not a myth. The dressing they put in the dry sockets to help them heal, the stuff with cloves on it=<b>MY WORST ENEMY</b>. When this whole thing is over I never want to smell or taste cloves ever again. <b>EVER</b>. It makes everything taste gross, which leads to a hatred of eating, which leads to a lack of eating, which leads to nausea, which leads to throwing up, which leads to feeling disgusting, which leads to being exhausted, which leads to spending hours upon hours in bed with no one around. Feel free to call me a baby, I understand that I am horrible at tolerating pain and at not throwing up in the first place, but seriously? Not an okay situation. Wisdom teeth, I hope you're happy. Thanks for ruining my last full week in Minnesota.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On the bright side, I have been able to spend some more time with Mama Ji and take lil' Rufio on evening walks to get ourselves moving after a day of netflix, make brownies, and have proceeded to eat some more solid foods. Progress.</span>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-47338343054186183582011-08-05T10:12:00.000-07:002011-08-05T10:12:47.189-07:00xoxo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This past week has been really hard for me, I've let myself get pretty down about Mitchell being gone. It is definitely the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with. But I've also realized how lucky I am for so many reasons. I can hardly wait to go back to Provo and start school and move into my new apartment with my amazing roommates and go to football games and have Teresa come visit me and spend time with all of my friends that I haven't seen for what seems like forever. I'm really ready for a new year, to experience new things, build stronger friendships, welcome a what I assume will be beautiful new niece into the world, and spend time with my older siblings again. The other night I seriously couldn't fall asleep because I was getting so excited about Fall semester finally rolling around. By the time school starts, I will have had almost a five month summer and I am ready to get back in the swing of things, start working again (need me some monaysssss), and feel productive. I will be devastated to leave my friends here in Minnesota again but I still have a few weeks to get in with them. I also cannot freaking wait to go to Texas soon and see two of my best friends getting married. Sarah and Chadsie...so excited. I'll leave you with some picture updates of muh lyfe. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">was finally reunited with zachy and tore up valleyfair</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">went to Matt Nathanson show with jordy, reesie, and al</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">If there's not charity behind everything we do, it's not worth doing.</span>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-84822872778251696132011-07-07T13:30:00.001-07:002011-07-07T13:30:55.547-07:00#lakelifeSo I've now been home for over a week and it's been nice. Once again, I have nothing to stress me out, no work, no school, no agenda. Netflix has become my new (not really new) best friend, along with being able to be back with my amigos from high school. Fourth of July was spent at a family friend's pool and then the evening on Lake Minnetonka on Papa Dee's boat. #lakelife<br />
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</div>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-12761840835645503542011-06-28T10:44:00.000-07:002011-06-28T10:44:18.750-07:00see you soon<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This has been a pretty rough week. Mitchell leaves to the missionary training center tomorrow, which is insane. I can't believe it's already that time. He'll be going to the Chile Concepcion South mission, and I couldn't be more excited for him.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-36313695258155595942011-06-23T09:23:00.000-07:002011-06-23T09:23:49.996-07:00these are my confessions pt. 2You could say that the past two weeks have been the best and the worst. Mom and Quinn came to Utah and have been here for almost two weeks. I have obviously loved being able to see them. Quinny did the rugby sports camp at BYU so I was able to embarrass him and hang out with him a little bit which I loved. Being a sports camp counselor has seriously been the greatest blessing for me. After having a pretty boring spring when I wasn't with Caitlin and our King Henry boys, sports camps has brought a much needed energy to my life. After having done it for almost two weeks, I am seriously bummed I'm not doing it more weeks. I have met some amazing amazing people, some hilarious kids, and had so much fun. Getting down on the dance floor with my not-so-skilled dance moves has most definitely been the highlight for me. I got second place in the dance contest the other night (Maura would be so proud) but I don't think it was because I was a good dancer...But honestly, I couldn't have received a better answer to my prayers than being able to have this experience, it is exactly what I needed.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as wonderful as it was to have my family here, they left all too soon. it hasn't been all fun for me this spring, i'm definitely bored more than not with only working 8-12 so i'm trying to find ways to occupy myself and not completely waste my time. i'm lucky enough to have parents that love me enough to fly me home for a visit in a week and a half! i need to go home and see my friends and be at my house and drive MY car (not quinn's) and just soak in the lovely minnesota for a little bit. it's been a little bit lonely here and i am needing a break and a refresher. i'll get to see caroline's choir concert, quinn's rugby game, and my mom's commencement ceremony so it will be well worth the trip. </div><div style="text-align: right;"></div>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-18889949744293058562011-04-04T22:34:00.000-07:002011-04-04T22:41:52.223-07:00Adieu, adieu, adieu<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lUyFZUKo6u8?fs=1" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">brooke and her parents are the greatest for letting us come and hang out with them this weekend. thanks bby!</div>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-4899019140297317782011-03-22T19:48:00.000-07:002011-03-22T19:50:17.218-07:00librosWant to know one of the number one things that I hate about school? Not having much time to read for pleasure. Now I know that many college students hate reading and claim to haven't read a whole book since fifth grade when <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Poppy-Tales-Dimwood-Forest-Avi/dp/0531094839">"Poppy" by Avi</a> was all the rage and you were a complete loser if you hadn't read the entire series, but for me, reading has always been such an amazing escape. I think it's incredible that simple words can come together on paper and create a world in the reader's mind. My love started at a very young age when I would take stacks of books from my huge bookshelf in my room, turn on my bedside lamp, and read until after midnight while Maura snoozed in the top bunk.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think that after reading <u>Ella Enchanted</u>, I was pretty dang excited to get my first kiss and determined that I too would have a beautiful forest green, velvet dress like Ella did on the cover of the book one day. <u>To Kill a Mockingbird</u> and <u>The Poisonwood Bible</u> introduced me to issues of race and deeper underlying issues going on in the world. Looking back, I'm pretty surprised at the books I was reading in middle school. My mom is the one that I think I got the reading gene from and I would (and still do) go to her whenever I'm in need of a new read. She definitely challenged me with the stuff she gave me, but now I am so grateful that I was encouraged to read so much. Bringing a book around like an accessory is nothing new to me. Spending hours (actually....) in the bathroom because I couldn't put my book down long enough to get out is a pretty funny way for me to demonstrate my love for books. Reading on the beach is something that I am <i>dying </i>to do. There is nothing better than the combo of sun and literature. Mmmm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div>This may seem like a pretty boring blog post and I apologize for that but I just wanted to let out my appreciation for the things that books can teach us and even the opportunity to experience the worlds we can through the stories told by others. It amazes me. <a href="http://www.kathrynstockett.com/">The Help</a> by Kathryn Stockett is an amazing book if anyone's looking for something new. </div>Eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13912987710814195104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714540639546911644.post-63707280232718838842011-02-22T21:34:00.000-08:002011-02-22T21:34:32.437-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzVYaVISuHsv6XApaygt1T0Vm9AX0cLboiYY_xqSggMFxG0joc6Be7nga1tV03jRp1wG6EyNwhB9X_0R4-lEg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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