<?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-5403640223367597897</id><updated>2011-10-26T19:04:21.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-3156940255163447672</id><published>2011-01-26T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:52:45.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MICHAEL MISSIONARY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUD2wpGqSHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z023tR_NN2A/s1600/DSCN3060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUD2wpGqSHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z023tR_NN2A/s320/DSCN3060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566720454957877362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elder Michael Wray got set apart on Monday, January 24, 2011, and entered the MTC today, January 26, 2011. Here are some pictures of us from last summer that I'll definitely be looking at to remember his handsome - ness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought counting down day by day would be a little too much, but I did make a cute little chain for every week. I'll rip off a link every Wednesday. I think it'll be very satisfying to be able to rip something every week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he was well prepared and very ready to go. I'm very proud of him.  I miss him, but I look forward to his letters. He'll be a wonderful missionary in the Colorado, Denver North mission and I ask that we keep him in our prayers. God be with you Elder Michael Wray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUD2wDkkIWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WUNQvYTRTmU/s1600/DSCN3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUD2wDkkIWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WUNQvYTRTmU/s320/DSCN3057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566720444882755938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUD2vJCm9rI/AAAAAAAAALw/F2erYGOIveI/s1600/183_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUD2vJCm9rI/AAAAAAAAALw/F2erYGOIveI/s320/183_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566720429171078834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-3156940255163447672?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/3156940255163447672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-michael-missionary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/3156940255163447672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/3156940255163447672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-michael-missionary.html' title='MY MICHAEL MISSIONARY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUD2wpGqSHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z023tR_NN2A/s72-c/DSCN3060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-4272789944177725363</id><published>2011-01-26T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:15:45.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>finally received my long-awaited camera this Christmas, and I took a   lot of pictures with it, so now I'm taking the time to post them. The first pictures are actually from Chelsi's camera because I didn't open mine until Christmas day and this is, of course, the Christmas Eve acting out the of the Christmas story! We've got a sweet Mary and Joseph. Travis and Tyler make interesting shepherds and Chelsi is an angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBjH7gGQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/yYvf4KmLtRk/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBjH7gGQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/yYvf4KmLtRk/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566558127312487314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBjHgpODjI/AAAAAAAAALY/QhtyODmsIjc/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBjHgpODjI/AAAAAAAAALY/QhtyODmsIjc/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566558120102989362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBhuVyxOgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sri9PB1Hl98/s1600/100_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBhuVyxOgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sri9PB1Hl98/s320/100_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566556588181895682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBhuKj-DDI/AAAAAAAAALI/KmgFUiwAMwY/s1600/100_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBhuKj-DDI/AAAAAAAAALI/KmgFUiwAMwY/s320/100_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566556585167031346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie and Mark were among the family that came to visit. Carson is a growing boy with a very sweet smile. Gavin loves to cuddle with him. It was a great Christmas and I loved being with family. I know I took pictures of cute Grace, but I couldn't find any! The only thing I could find of the other Ohio Holloways was Travis as a shepherd. Forgive me :) I love you all equally, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-4272789944177725363?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4272789944177725363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/4272789944177725363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/4272789944177725363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TUBjH7gGQ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/yYvf4KmLtRk/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-3023979348003114235</id><published>2010-12-16T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:45:22.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Media and Cool Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TQqGeYCuBYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eh5hY9-bHSY/s1600/paperpenbetterbackground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TQqGeYCuBYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eh5hY9-bHSY/s320/paperpenbetterbackground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551397347095610754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More from my Visual Media Class. For our very last project, we were assigned to create a portfolio that would showcase all our work. The portfolio would have a theme and represent us, so this is my title page, and I used a parchment background with script and an old fashioned pen to represent me. My other pages look different, but I don't have them saved in the right format to put them up, but I will sometime. When we presented our portfolios, we gave a speech, and my last line was, "I really feel like I broadened my horizons and increased my skills." Anyone agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Logo I showed last time is now posted on a web site that I created using HTML and CSS (HARD assignment!). I put the logo on the website and then explained my ideas behind creating the logo and what it stands for. I did get a good grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TQqGeDPPuyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w3pECjnsGlA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-11%2Bat%2B4.55.03%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TQqGeDPPuyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w3pECjnsGlA/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-11%2Bat%2B4.55.03%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551397341511007010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TQqGdGg97RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vGZihO65G_M/s1600/A6TiaHolloway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TQqGdGg97RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vGZihO65G_M/s320/A6TiaHolloway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551397325210774802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 picture is a photo montage, meaning I took 2 different pictures and put them together. I borrowed the picture of the rainy forest off the internet and I put myself in the middle of it. I actually didn't use this as an assignment, but I liked it anyway. If the words aren't readable, it says, "Life isn't about weathering the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-3023979348003114235?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/3023979348003114235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/12/visual-media-and-cool-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/3023979348003114235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/3023979348003114235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/12/visual-media-and-cool-stuff.html' title='Visual Media and Cool Stuff'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TQqGeYCuBYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eh5hY9-bHSY/s72-c/paperpenbetterbackground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-6473630358558245389</id><published>2010-12-06T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:21:33.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Michael</title><content type='html'>I've been planning for the past three weeks to pay Michael a surprise visit for his birthday. If you're thinking it must have been hard to keep it a secret, you're right. The whole time we were driving, I pretended I was asleep so he wouldn't figure out we were driving. Tyler, Tessa, and I made the journey and finally took the exit, right as Michael called. I pretended I just woke up and talked calmly and quietly while frantically waving my arms and giving hand signal directions to Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Tia: "So what are you doing now"&lt;br /&gt;Michael: "I'm heading across campus to go to a show"&lt;br /&gt;Tia thinking: shoot! no no no no no this is not okay!&lt;br /&gt;Tia speaking: "uh oh...can you do me a big favor......You need to be back at your apartment..."&lt;br /&gt;Michael as oblivious as ever: "why?"&lt;br /&gt;Tia: "cause I got you a surprise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still didn't get it. But he went back to his apartment. He looked around and didn't find anything, so I told him it wasn't there yet and I'd call him back. Tyler parked in a random area and I jumped out of the car. I ran to the first people I saw and shouted "where's Richards hall?!"&lt;br /&gt;I just kept running while they shouted directions back at me..."the one on your left with the Christmas lights! No, other Christmas lights! No, other left!" I finally got to the building I recognized, sprinted up the stairs, and stood at his door, hyperventilating. I knocked. His roomates knew I was coming and let him answer the door. He thought it was going to be Brianna bringing something from me, so he took a look through the peephole to see, and I heard from the other side of the door, "Oh my gosh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw open the door and said lovingly, "you butt!" and picked me up, hugged me, and kissed me, and told me I was in so much trouble. He was very happy and adorable. We had a great weekend, and now I probably won't see him again until a few days before he leaves for his mission. Good luck Elder Wray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry no picture, but hopefully I'll be getting a camera for Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-6473630358558245389?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6473630358558245389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-to-michael.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/6473630358558245389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/6473630358558245389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-to-michael.html' title='Happy Birthday to Michael'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-4117874357427306473</id><published>2010-11-18T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:22:00.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not hopeless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TOVQQk0ENdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xp11422vU8Q/s1600/logoforwebsitesm.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a class called Visual Media this semester, where I'm learning all kinds of things about designing. I always said I was the farthest thing from an artists, but when I'm using programs and principles, creativity becomes a lot easier. I'm not hopeless!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TOVQQk0ENdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xp11422vU8Q/s1600/logoforwebsitesm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TOVQQk0ENdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xp11422vU8Q/s320/logoforwebsitesm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540923162239448530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here is an example of a simple logo I designed for our Daddy Dave's restaurant we've always talked about. We were using illustrator, which I've decided is NOT my favorite program. I just did a simple ellipse with gradient colors and added some fun looking text. The weekend I worked out it, I went home, and dad very conveniently decided to make pizza. I made a business card and a piece of stationary that I won't load, but I had the pizza with some photoshop filters in it. It looked pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TOVQQk0ENdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xp11422vU8Q/s1600/logoforwebsitesm.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-4117874357427306473?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4117874357427306473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-hopeless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/4117874357427306473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/4117874357427306473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-hopeless.html' title='I&apos;m not hopeless!'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TOVQQk0ENdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xp11422vU8Q/s72-c/logoforwebsitesm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-4494580913222921226</id><published>2010-11-06T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:00:41.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh8YBu5HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wvnL4ZP1JpY/s1600/715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh8YBu5HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wvnL4ZP1JpY/s320/715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536650113024189554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A week before Halloween, I went home to visit. Chelsi and I had quite the adventure finding this cute little straw maze, but we made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh8Ka33qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n9lF8FI2h5o/s1600/702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh8Ka33qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n9lF8FI2h5o/s320/702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536650109371539106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a fun little ride we went on. A tractor pulled us around the maze and Kamela and Mckenna had a blast. We laughed the WHOLE time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh762AANI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y_cuB66U_o8/s1600/696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh762AANI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y_cuB66U_o8/s320/696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536650105190351058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet family picture in the pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the actual holiday rolled around, Michael came to visit :) We dressed up as Santa's Elves and spent time with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh7jMu24I/AAAAAAAAAJw/AZnlRsws7q0/s1600/DSCN3653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh7jMu24I/AAAAAAAAAJw/AZnlRsws7q0/s320/DSCN3653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536650098843245442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent some time with other friends. Brianna came up from Provo, too and Kylie came to play. It was a whole reunion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh7P0RCDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mRSi3N8aodI/s1600/DSCN3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh7P0RCDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mRSi3N8aodI/s320/DSCN3651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536650093640353842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-4494580913222921226?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4494580913222921226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/4494580913222921226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/4494580913222921226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYh8YBu5HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wvnL4ZP1JpY/s72-c/715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-6500793941191194243</id><published>2009-07-22T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:14:04.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp and Salt Lake Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls Camp!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; I went to girls camp a while ago, but I never wrote anything about it. It was  FANTASTIC. Girls Camp always is. I was a YCL over the third years, and being a YCL is great because we get to do whatever we want a lot of the time. I got to spend a lot of time with my ward, which I LOVED. We got a new young women's presidency recently and I got to know the leaders a lot better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The theme this year was about baseball, so we had hats and baseball shirts. The YCL team was the Gorgeous Giants and our wards team was Awesome Astros. Cute huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQzqv-0wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BR4Cj4t0eqo/s1600-h/kyliespictures+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361342729986953986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQzqv-0wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BR4Cj4t0eqo/s320/kyliespictures+218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is inside our crowded tent. We had two cots on either side, an air mattress that another girl shared with me, and then one lone sleeping bag on the ground. squished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQzd3mFTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kOiC5LbAcvM/s1600-h/kyliespictures+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361342726529226034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQzd3mFTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kOiC5LbAcvM/s320/kyliespictures+256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes at girls camp, we don't even get to take showers at all, so everyone was so excited about our bathrooms and showers. They were huge and nice and clean! This is my friend, Aimee, having...fun...She's really clothed. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQy-8fKhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gyRG3g3sVLo/s1600-h/kyliespictures+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361342718228245010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQy-8fKhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gyRG3g3sVLo/s320/kyliespictures+250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brianna and I with completely natural faces. Don't you prefer makeup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQyXejcTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bkbbf2hV8Yo/s1600-h/kyliespictures+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361342707633713458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQyXejcTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bkbbf2hV8Yo/s320/kyliespictures+225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a lake this year, but it was FREEZING. And had leeches. I was the first to discover that and a lot of people refused to swim after the story got around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdP2c32iEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RIihdFB7hPs/s1600-h/kyliespictures+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361341678289848386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdP2c32iEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RIihdFB7hPs/s320/kyliespictures+219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunburned smiling face :) Girls Camp is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are pictures from a long time ago. Before Prom, Some of my friends and I went on a shopping trip in Utah. We stayed with Brianna's grandparents, and met a lot of her family. It was tons of fun and during the little sleep we did get, apparently I elbowed and kicked and was abusive. oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361341666475273794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdP1w3CbkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DS0NbjsJeDQ/s320/kyliespictures+196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdP1QVJWZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rLY8gcKzm0U/s1600-h/kyliespictures+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361341657743186322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdP1QVJWZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rLY8gcKzm0U/s320/kyliespictures+104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brianna has the most adorable little cousins ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdPAClC6kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zg53-9kuv38/s1600-h/kyliespictures+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361340743518710338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdPAClC6kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zg53-9kuv38/s320/kyliespictures+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdP1M5wdUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1qs7M8_rP2s/s1600-h/kyliespictures+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361341656823002434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdP1M5wdUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1qs7M8_rP2s/s320/kyliespictures+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trip back, I was sick and slept most of the way, but it seemed the others had fun while I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-6500793941191194243?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6500793941191194243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-camp-and-salt-lake-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/6500793941191194243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/6500793941191194243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-camp-and-salt-lake-trip.html' title='Girls Camp and Salt Lake Trip'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SmdQzqv-0wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BR4Cj4t0eqo/s72-c/kyliespictures+218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-216419647058185642</id><published>2009-07-16T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:50:42.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS?</title><content type='html'>So The last time I posted was a REALLY long time ago, but there really hasn't been that much interesting going on! Except for visiting all my family and going to Nauvoo and Girls Camp. oops?&lt;br /&gt;so I'm sorry and I'll do better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-216419647058185642?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/216419647058185642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/216419647058185642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/216419647058185642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops.html' title='OOPS?'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-5353275578709714302</id><published>2009-05-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:11:38.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM!!!!!!!!! and Mr. Wonderful :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the extremely long awaited weekend arrived. And now its over.. :(&lt;br /&gt;but it was absolutely perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael's plane was supposed to arrive at 7:30, but it was delayed so he didn't get in until 9. I was sooooo nervous, and Travis will tell you, I really was near throwing up. Michael told me that one of his first thoughts was "oh good, she's nervous too" apparently I was visibly shaking. embarrassing! Anyway, we didn't get to do much that night cuz we got back so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning I got up earlier than I usually do during the week. Of course, its not like I slept that night anyway. I planned on being cute when he was here, like primp a little bit before I saw him first thing in the morning...yeah...no...I didn't even check the mirror before I ran to the stairs and there he was, at the bottom of the stairs, looking just as morningish as me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our day date, we ate at Rupes, and then went m &amp;amp; m bowling and just in case you don't know what that is, I'll explain. You have a bowl of m&amp;amp;m's and each color stands for a different way you have to bowl. We had eyes closed, left handed, on your stomach, between your legs, and spin around 7 times with the ball and then bowl. I won!!! Then we did normal bowling after that, and I lost, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZMUD6H3QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0R5DfzeP6fY/s1600-h/tiagettingreadyforprom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334034716197117186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZMUD6H3QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0R5DfzeP6fY/s320/tiagettingreadyforprom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Mom, Cassie, and Jenny for helping me get ready. This is what it looked like: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNtAh_8YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sudo85_S9PA/s1600-h/Michaelprom+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334036244298985858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNtAh_8YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sudo85_S9PA/s320/Michaelprom+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNs0yrWvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJFjTHaRcyM/s1600-h/Michaelprom+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334036241147714290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNs0yrWvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJFjTHaRcyM/s320/Michaelprom+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Michael came and picked me up and we did the whole Prom thing. I pinned the boutineer on ALL by myself!!!!! first time I've ever been able to do it without help. And it stayed all night too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNsIgAUPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z5Hoa5monao/s1600-h/boutineer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334036229258236146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNsIgAUPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z5Hoa5monao/s320/boutineer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNsmKMxtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6MCeXMON97I/s1600-h/boutineer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334036237219841746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZNsmKMxtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6MCeXMON97I/s320/boutineer2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334038846450031826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZQEeTJ3NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9NBIgRclxZ8/s320/tiamichaelprom2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334038841974272930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZQENoDM6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Cqm6sTHUnz0/s320/tiamichaelprom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334038836101145042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZQD3vyYdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lLQJhV42Gig/s320/cuteeeeeeee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334038831761359554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZQDnlGgsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CjhCzffQSxY/s320/cuteeeeee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334038827209590930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZQDWn4CJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dObs2XKmf6U/s320/cute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures from after my perfect weekend, Mom finally took up her job at picture taking. These are all on our way to the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS_Ap6ZgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YuBu90Hudf0/s1600-h/michaelairport3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042051127961090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS_Ap6ZgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YuBu90Hudf0/s320/michaelairport3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS_vX7lpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6FkHExRvUAw/s1600-h/tiamichael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042063669008018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS_vX7lpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6FkHExRvUAw/s320/tiamichael.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS-l1ivVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dy5gplt9hIw/s1600-h/airportblurry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042043928984914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS-l1ivVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dy5gplt9hIw/s320/airportblurry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS-25DwwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MPE_WfS046I/s1600-h/airportcute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042048507134722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZS-25DwwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MPE_WfS046I/s320/airportcute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-5353275578709714302?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5353275578709714302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-and-mr-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/5353275578709714302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/5353275578709714302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-and-mr-wonderful.html' title='PROM!!!!!!!!! and Mr. Wonderful :)'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SgZMUD6H3QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0R5DfzeP6fY/s72-c/tiagettingreadyforprom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-583477885850710762</id><published>2009-02-22T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:44:09.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was a girls choice Valentine's dance, we call it Sweetheart. I think it's lame that girls have to ask around valentines day, but whatever. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaIokq1jdbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Vubt00PAQX4/s1600-h/sweetheartsgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847921435178418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaIokq1jdbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Vubt00PAQX4/s320/sweetheartsgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I asked Jordan Christensen. I didn't really know him until this year, but he's really cool and funny and 6'2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our day date, a lot of the time was spent driving cuz we doubled with a girl who lives out in the middle of nowhere. It was kinda lame, but we had fun anyway. We built a fire and roasted marshmallows and laughed. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInssXBkmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AmClAP2wNtU/s1600-h/sweetheartscouples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846959771325026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInssXBkmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AmClAP2wNtU/s320/sweetheartscouples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at our house (thank you mom and dad!) and we ate steak. The girl who lives in the middle of nowhere, no like seriously, I think she has a different zip code than us. Driving back, we saw "welcome to pingre" "welcome to springfield" "welcome to riverside" and finally "welcome to blackfoot". She lives on a ranch and they have cows. She has this personal vendetta against chickens, so we had to have steak for dinner, which they provided. We talked about the cow while we were eating it, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dance was definitely the best part of the date. Girls choice dances are always better, because girls actually ask and then people actually dance. I don't have the actual pictures, but maybe I'll post them when I get them. I made him pick me up for our singles, and was impressed that he actually could. Although tall, he's really skinny. He was a great dancer and we had a lot of fun. He's officially one of the funniest people I've ever met in my life. I was laughing from the minute I picked him up to after I made it to the car after dropping him off. I was a little worried cuz I didn't know him that well when I first asked him, but it was really great and I'm so glad I did ask him. Here's some pictures mom and dad took. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInsKncIBI/AAAAAAAAACs/v2gJlRZiLSs/s1600-h/sweetheartsguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846950713368594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInsKncIBI/AAAAAAAAACs/v2gJlRZiLSs/s320/sweetheartsguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInrzDpWuI/AAAAAAAAACc/YfaG2q8gRCI/s1600-h/sweethearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846944389225186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInrzDpWuI/AAAAAAAAACc/YfaG2q8gRCI/s320/sweethearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInsJHBxZI/AAAAAAAAACk/7Rng0TyIHmM/s1600-h/sweethearts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846950308988306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaInsJHBxZI/AAAAAAAAACk/7Rng0TyIHmM/s320/sweethearts2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaIok-WS1eI/AAAAAAAAADE/YPc0o4jASy8/s1600-h/tiasweethearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847926672774626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaIok-WS1eI/AAAAAAAAADE/YPc0o4jASy8/s320/tiasweethearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-583477885850710762?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/583477885850710762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetheart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/583477885850710762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/583477885850710762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetheart.html' title='Sweetheart!'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SaIokq1jdbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Vubt00PAQX4/s72-c/sweetheartsgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-8552348285818894859</id><published>2009-02-16T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:06:17.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hills are alive....and I'm surprised I still am after this play! I know I haven't updated in forever, but now I'll show you why. I've been living and breathing this &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PLAY.&lt;/span&gt; Everyday late night practices and then we did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;7 performances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoXEnZErEI/AAAAAAAAABM/KsGgzUh2auA/s1600-h/nuns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303576879243242562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoXEnZErEI/AAAAAAAAABM/KsGgzUh2auA/s320/nuns2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a good experience, but I'm glad it's over. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoXEgUC1ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/wLA0p_99sIQ/s1600-h/nuns3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303576877343102354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoXEgUC1ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/wLA0p_99sIQ/s320/nuns3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iwas a nun. Actually, I was a postulant, so a young nun, so I didn't have to wear old looking makeup like everyone else. I was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;varsity postulant number 1273.&lt;/span&gt; not really, but I thought it would make it sound more interesting. Most of the time, I was center stage and singing the top line of&lt;strong&gt; VERY&lt;/strong&gt; high notes. When we first started practicing, we did it in the mornings because so many people had after school activities, so my poor family has had to deal with me attempting to sing G's and A's at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5:30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm pretty sure t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSV0UiaI/AAAAAAAAABk/rZo-9AKki1A/s1600-h/laughingdrinkingnuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578214555486626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSV0UiaI/AAAAAAAAABk/rZo-9AKki1A/s320/laughingdrinkingnuns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey're glad it's over too!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSjLB8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e09tkpqPuZM/s1600-h/nunssinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578218140397970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSjLB8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e09tkpqPuZM/s320/nunssinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSTpFqRI/AAAAAAAAABs/T0lP1w7dY1M/s1600-h/ninjanuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578213971503378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSTpFqRI/AAAAAAAAABs/T0lP1w7dY1M/s320/ninjanuns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We documented our entire last night, and yes, we really did skip down the halls in our spare time, but no, we didn't act like ninja nuns, we just thought it would make a cool picture. We is Brianna, Aimee, and me. Yeah, I know, we're dorks, but you were just as weird as me when you were in high school and hey, we had fun. A lot of f&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoZSpqHOZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/76HLoGY6TMc/s1600-h/tiajonathoncute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579319393008018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoZSpqHOZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/76HLoGY6TMc/s320/tiajonathoncute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;un. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSfgRtoI/AAAAAAAAABc/QhTmyfZOHWw/s1600-h/briatiaskipping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578217155769986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoYSfgRtoI/AAAAAAAAABc/QhTmyfZOHWw/s320/briatiaskipping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               I know you're all going to tease me about the picture of me and Jonathon, but I'm going to put it up anyway. He was the butler, and that's why he looks old. Our choir teacher thought it would be awesome if we had some scandal the last night about me, a nun postulant, and the old butler, but the drama teacher(lard bucket) wouldn't let us do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a postulant, I didn't have to wear the old looking makeup, in contrast to my friend Sara(between me and Brianna), but I did get to wear &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt; makeup, so here's some pictures of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoaZdvbiAI/AAAAAAAAACM/DpU19RBbbfU/s1600-h/tia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303580535964796930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoaZdvbiAI/AAAAAAAAACM/DpU19RBbbfU/s320/tia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoaZaTicQI/AAAAAAAAACE/cU2iTPB8790/s1600-h/briasaratia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303580535042502914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoaZaTicQI/AAAAAAAAACE/cU2iTPB8790/s320/briasaratia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoaZuTVmNI/AAAAAAAAACU/61dieu5On9k/s1600-h/tiabriaaimee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303580540410370258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoaZuTVmNI/AAAAAAAAACU/61dieu5On9k/s320/tiabriaaimee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great time, it was a good experience. I made some friends and grew a lot closer to a lot of people, and I greatly increased my high range. So despite the extra drama and the sleep deprivation, I'm glad I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-8552348285818894859?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8552348285818894859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sound-of-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/8552348285818894859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/8552348285818894859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sound-of-music.html' title='The Sound of Music'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/SZoXEnZErEI/AAAAAAAAABM/KsGgzUh2auA/s72-c/nuns2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403640223367597897.post-7381688627453693380</id><published>2008-12-26T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:36:59.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY blog</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows, my dramatic teenage life is so interesting and mom and dad usually don't involve me in their grandparent posts (no offense, love you mom and dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to start my own blog and let you all know what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as of now...life is boring(shocking I know) so I'll post when something interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403640223367597897-7381688627453693380?l=tchollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7381688627453693380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-everyone-as-everyone-knows-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/7381688627453693380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403640223367597897/posts/default/7381688627453693380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-everyone-as-everyone-knows-my.html' title='MY blog'/><author><name>Tia Holloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646110092236170145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-E5-oLPFak/TNYeQO-7tvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JtDLsEL1FsE/S220/Tia+561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
