<?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-2219133662227627657</id><updated>2012-01-04T08:00:52.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Lauri's Life Lessons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-1471441732979692285</id><published>2012-01-03T16:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:58:21.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiQO54OPimk/TwOVv69SnyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o8mXR8cbdC4/s1600/401762_200501070044674_152929068135208_396213_410411970_n-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiQO54OPimk/TwOVv69SnyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o8mXR8cbdC4/s400/401762_200501070044674_152929068135208_396213_410411970_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693559004439158562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas brings family and growing families need pictures, so Thanks to a wonderful aunt, we got pictures taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-1471441732979692285?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/1471441732979692285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=1471441732979692285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/1471441732979692285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/1471441732979692285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiQO54OPimk/TwOVv69SnyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o8mXR8cbdC4/s72-c/401762_200501070044674_152929068135208_396213_410411970_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-1488934403104100942</id><published>2011-12-19T14:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:49:27.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Working at a school can be draining sometimes, but there are some perks that come with the job as well. Just to name a few... The Kids, the Staff, and ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4q8UGku-SE/Tu-wlGCCHzI/AAAAAAAAALE/6U_bB2neeOc/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687959005713014578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the EQUIPMENT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9yOVJFr3Pic/Tu-w-V1tIwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Cl9mraBOSHg/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-9yOVJFr3Pic/Tu-w-V1tIwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Cl9mraBOSHg/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687959439453004546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is hard to see, but the trees are beautifully covered in snow and ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2219133662227627657-1488934403104100942?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/1488934403104100942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=1488934403104100942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/1488934403104100942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/1488934403104100942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2011/12/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4q8UGku-SE/Tu-wlGCCHzI/AAAAAAAAALE/6U_bB2neeOc/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-5183110897002705315</id><published>2011-12-12T10:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:01:58.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Custodian ladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have moved schools a lot lately, but I finally think I have landed one I will be at for awhile.  As many of you may remember, I started at Jordan Hills Elementary in January of 2008 as arecess/copy room aide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWKi2SOcAxo/TuY__dUD32I/AAAAAAAAAKU/lnA0MLvoTAw/s320/jhills.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685301939034906466"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 2008-July 2010&lt;/div&gt;I was hired by the principal there in October of that year to be the new assistant custodian.  I worked there until the end of the school year in July of 2010 when my position w&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;as dissolved and I was moved to Herriman High as an assistant custodian.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIO_EMDG_H4/TuZAMplIN2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/6NVKfn6IWwg/s320/HHS_Front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685302165666019170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 2010-April 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I then decided I would make a really great head custodian, so I started to work my way up the ladder.  I was hired at Joel P. Jensen Middle in April of 2011 as the lead custo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dian and worked from 2 to 10:30 pm.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGKmF0Xjkqk/TuZAYX3LTsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hzHr4WNOFCk/s320/mid_joelpjensen_bldg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685302367068311234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;April 2011-September 2011&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hated working nights, but was able to work from 7 am to 3:30 pm, during the s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ummer hours.  Finally, in September of this year I was hired as the head custodian at Westland Elementary. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJgs1gXBmhc/TuZArcSMCCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qWOcjWRu1s0/s320/westmast1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685302694672861218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 42px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;September 2011- Present&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am told becoming a head custodian in less than three years, as a custodian in the district, is pretty hard, but nothing is too hard if you do your best work everyday. I love the school, the kids, the staff, my boss, the hours... everything except for disciplining my sweepers.  Sometimes I just don't want to deal with the stupid little issues that come up, but that comes with being the boss.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-5183110897002705315?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/5183110897002705315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=5183110897002705315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/5183110897002705315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/5183110897002705315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2011/12/custodian-ladder.html' title='Custodian ladder'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWKi2SOcAxo/TuY__dUD32I/AAAAAAAAAKU/lnA0MLvoTAw/s72-c/jhills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-3732770828889228131</id><published>2010-10-03T20:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:14:22.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/TKlGMzmHMbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KCePmcWAzjw/s1600/IMAG0021.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/_-3dWECtlmXk/TKlGMzmHMbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KCePmcWAzjw/s320/IMAG0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524023603769061810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/TKlGMmAnd4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/f2bxEOx9fJY/s1600/IMAG0019.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/_-3dWECtlmXk/TKlGMmAnd4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/f2bxEOx9fJY/s320/IMAG0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524023600122132354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/TKlGMQkA8qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/buY3TC8M8Iw/s1600/IMAG0016.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/_-3dWECtlmXk/TKlGMQkA8qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/buY3TC8M8Iw/s320/IMAG0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524023594365022882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I needed a change with my hair so I went shorter than I have since I have been able to choose my hairstyle.  It has actually grown out quite a bit since these pictures but I think I liked it so much that it will be like this for a while. Or at least until I get bored of it again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-3732770828889228131?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/3732770828889228131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=3732770828889228131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/3732770828889228131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/3732770828889228131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2010/10/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/TKlGMzmHMbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KCePmcWAzjw/s72-c/IMAG0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-8757534483481260038</id><published>2010-09-26T17:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:51:13.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe Comes To Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c654c98e4148ab" 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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08c654c98e4148ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329851453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E8AEF81728BFDED4BDF378CF9752375F927401.71E12391D8C0A5D6CFD909750FB302344D4B88F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c654c98e4148ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvRxMUJqkqc_xT9LUIKoY6et9izk&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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08c654c98e4148ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329851453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E8AEF81728BFDED4BDF378CF9752375F927401.71E12391D8C0A5D6CFD909750FB302344D4B88F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c654c98e4148ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvRxMUJqkqc_xT9LUIKoY6et9izk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe decided to visit me on Saturday night.  She was on her way home to St. George, but just had to stop and see her Auntie!  She wanted to play peek-a-boo in the middle of the night.  I had to work at the high school during a dance and Chloe, accompanied by her Parents, Howard and Shaley, came to keep me company and share some ice cream with me at the end of the night.  Poor Howard didn't feel well, so they all decided to spend the night in my living room.  My roommates and I stayed up to play peek-a-boo and watch Chloe walk.  She was super tired, but you could never tell, since she is such a happy girl.  Most of you know I love baby boys, but I can't help but fall in love the baby girls in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b39244100c9e645d" 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://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db39244100c9e645d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329851453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26B21225AC576D8C8230C1ACD98576F014C36148.5FB6D2BEDA5C071CB626F9602770B26868CF1F26%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db39244100c9e645d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIrmA3WYg8n4WdUgnX_0aY5f70E8&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://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db39244100c9e645d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329851453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26B21225AC576D8C8230C1ACD98576F014C36148.5FB6D2BEDA5C071CB626F9602770B26868CF1F26%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db39244100c9e645d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIrmA3WYg8n4WdUgnX_0aY5f70E8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a couple pictures too. Sorry this one is a little blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/TJ_k3N6mdwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q_jbC_D2pyI/s320/IMAG0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521383305458906882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe Loved the DVD's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_-3dWECtlmXk/TJ_la2pQ88I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OWpmflLGSwc/s320/IMAG0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521383917687468994" /&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/2219133662227627657-8757534483481260038?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/8757534483481260038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=8757534483481260038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8757534483481260038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8757534483481260038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2010/09/chloe-comes-to-visit.html' title='Chloe Comes To Visit'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/TJ_k3N6mdwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q_jbC_D2pyI/s72-c/IMAG0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-717125517229138870</id><published>2010-04-25T10:52:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:48:20.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Harward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My roommate Harward (a.k.a. Heather) had her birthday on April 13th.  She &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;asked me and my roommate Birkrem (a.k.a. Bryana) to take work off that day so we could spend the day together.  First she wanted to go hiking so we went up to Ensign Peak.  It had rained the whole night so it was very muddy, but totally fun.  Here are some pictures of our travels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S9SD3f-CvJI/AAAAAAAAABw/GmZnVLbsDAU/s200/H+Car+Ride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464137237405023378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Harward and I getting ready to leave for the hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S9SLrk738cI/AAAAAAAAACY/brEQkBKuOCs/s200/S5030447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464145828672696770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Harward and Birkrem at the base of Ensign Peak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S9SESXOFBJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4R4HiGjl1Cw/s200/H+So+Old.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464137698912830610" /&gt;This is Harward and I about 5 minutes into the hike.  We were taking a break cause we were totally out of breathe.  We are eating fruit snacks and pretzels.  Birkrem says we are tired cause we are so old, but turns out I am the youngest. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S9SN4QV1MoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UGFULSQ4EUY/s200/S5030457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464148245505979010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Monument at Ensign Peak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S9SFGmX2Z5I/AAAAAAAAACA/3w8qIqMXe8U/s200/H+Enisign+View.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464138596333545362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Beautiful view from Ensign Peak.  Wait... not the two beautiful girls sitting in front of it, it's behind us! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S9SF7SyK4KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YH-p6KGAPvI/s200/H+Pants+are+Clean.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464139501608296610" /&gt;This is the funniest part of the hike... So I was wearing the pants that I wanted to wear the rest of the day, so since it was very muddy out I had to roll the legs up and walk very carefully.  Well turns out this hike happened to be kind of steep and when you mix steep with mud it doesn't look pretty.  This picture is of me determined to not get my pants dirty as I slipped from the other side of the trail, started running/sliding down the hill to get to the other side. I did everything in my power to stay off my knees, butt, or any part of my pants! I ended up with my backpack over my head, and my hands in the snow, but that was no big deal.  At least my pants stayed clean!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for a great day off of work Harward!  Totally worth every laugh!&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/2219133662227627657-717125517229138870?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/717125517229138870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=717125517229138870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/717125517229138870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/717125517229138870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-harward.html' title='Happy Birthday, Harward!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S9SD3f-CvJI/AAAAAAAAABw/GmZnVLbsDAU/s72-c/H+Car+Ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-2197816947257531892</id><published>2010-02-04T08:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:43:17.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy bisty teeny weeny bikini</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S2rqMCYr7dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3TCNqEq9mXg/s200/bikini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434413392895667666" /&gt;As many of you know I am going through Massage Therapy school.  I LOVE it!!!  However, there is one class that I have that I call my "naked" class because I have to wear a bikini.  At first I was not sure about the whole thing, but it really isn't that bad.  The worst part is seeing myself so unclothed, but most of the time I am just laying on the table, so I am not the one doing the seeing. :)  Well last night I had my final in that class, but before I tell you how it went, I have a story.  So Last Wednesday we had to work the abdomen which got pretty personal, but one thing we worked was the Psoas muscle, which is actually attached to your spine, but you have to get to it through the abdomen.  Well I guess this one girl in my class, has not had a BM since we did that class.  (7 DAYS!!!)  So she asked the teacher what she should do and he said, "Who is a good therapist?  Ok, have either Rigel or Lauri work on your Psoas."  Wow, that was awesome to hear.  Anyway, not to toot my own horn, but needless to say, I got an A. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-2197816947257531892?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/2197816947257531892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=2197816947257531892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/2197816947257531892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/2197816947257531892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2010/02/itsy-bisty-teeny-weeny-bikini.html' title='Itsy bisty teeny weeny bikini'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/S2rqMCYr7dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3TCNqEq9mXg/s72-c/bikini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-8474097799512531196</id><published>2010-01-10T23:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:41:48.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goals</title><content type='html'>Where does the time go in life?  It seems to just crawl along and then all of a sudden you are 26 and a half, sitting in your bed wondering what the heck am i doing with my life?  I have a job that pays the bills, and go to school to further my education and hopefully it will help me start my career, but what am I really doing to make myself happy?  It seems that all I do is go to work, school, and sleep.  I have some fun on the weekends, but when it comes to starting the week over, I just dread it!  (Maybe I am just annoyed with the baby upstairs that is crying at the top of his lungs and I can't fall asleep, cause his room is directly above mine.) Anyway, I don't want this to be a total downer blog, so I will share some good news.  I got to go to Minnesota for Christmas which was a lot of fun.  I spent time with my family and adopted family and I painted the ceiling in my parents kitchen, so it is white again.  On the 1st I flew back and drove down to St. George on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, to see my new niece, Chloe.  She is so adorable and the best part is, she has dimples, just like me. :) My Parents came out to see her and then they came up to Salt Lake on Saturday to get massages, while I was at clinic.  I was able to give my mom a massage, which she enjoyed, and my dad loved his too.  They left after I took them to Texas Roadhouse.  They had never been and it is the best steak place EVER!!!  Well that's about it for me, I will try to get some sleep but I'm thinking it might take a while.  CRYING BABIES, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, ARE GREAT BIRTH CONTROL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-8474097799512531196?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/8474097799512531196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=8474097799512531196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8474097799512531196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8474097799512531196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-goals.html' title='Life Goals'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-7574416387969469918</id><published>2009-10-31T11:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:59:54.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>Every year at school, they have a halloween parade and the kids get to walk around the gym and then the entire school to show off their costumes.  The office staff and the Janitors love to get into participate and I just have a couple pictures of the great event.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SuyHnm-uCQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CKj0e5KWMvI/s320/100_0254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398839167858641154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From right to left:  Lauri-Little Red Riding Hood, Terry (Head Custodian)-The Big Bad Wolf, Laura (Secretary)-Baby Bear, Ms. Huff (Principle)-Goldy Locks, Tina (Head Seceretary)-Poppa Bear, Tamera (Secretary)-Momma Bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Front: Punky (Tina's Granddaughter)-Goldy Locks and the Three Bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SuyIrk7RBQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9aVA2DdYAac/s320/100_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398840335538390274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-7574416387969469918?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/7574416387969469918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=7574416387969469918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7574416387969469918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7574416387969469918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SuyHnm-uCQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CKj0e5KWMvI/s72-c/100_0254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-8109868109671640415</id><published>2009-09-15T22:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:06:35.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been way too long, since I wrote last, but in my defense, I did say you might miss me for a while because of school and work.  I have been very busy, but it seems like I am just very happy these days.  I don't have a lot of stress because I like what I do each day.  I have been busy with work like normal, but school is going great and I am already over half way done with my second semester.  Only 3 and a half more semesters to go.  WAHOO!!!  The purpose of this post is not actually to tell you that I am alive still, but really because I made a dramatic change to my hairstyle.  I thought this would NEVER happen again because of a childhood nightmare, but some people at work told me I should do it and I finally decided that it would be okay.  I am posting about it because my friend's dad really wanted to see it and told me to blog about it.  So here you go dad #2.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_-3dWECtlmXk/SrB9QocoyOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ivGr9ls_jsI/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381939279396653282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my hair when I actually wash it, blow dry it, straighten it, and then flip it out, either with the straightener or my curling iron.  I like it best this way.  I got my school (work) pictures done this way and they actually turned out really cute.  This is the way I do it most days, unless I do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SrB7as-5xqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gy2g_WX1wBc/s1600-h/Photo+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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SrB7as-5xqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gy2g_WX1wBc/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381937253389551266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my hair when I just wash it, put a little Gel in it and then blow dry it with my diffuser.  I don't like it as much as straight, but it is fast and easy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told the lady, I need something different.  Something I can do straight or curly, but also be able to put it in a pony tail if I want.  She asked me how long, and I told her to start cutting it off at the shoulders and then chop away for some layers, then she thinned it out a lot which is wonderful.  I really do love it.  I am glad I have great friends that tell me what makes me look good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-8109868109671640415?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/8109868109671640415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=8109868109671640415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8109868109671640415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8109868109671640415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-way-too-long-since-i-wrote.html' title='New Hairstyle'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SrB9QocoyOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ivGr9ls_jsI/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-7322161900565102712</id><published>2009-07-09T13:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:40:05.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am!</title><content type='html'>Blogging in my free time, what is this?  Don't get too confused, just because I am blogging doesn't mean I have free time, it just means I am still alive. :)  I have been so busy it seems since about May 26th.  The week before that I was in Nauvoo with my parents and had a lot of fun.  I was able to go to the Temple and do some family names, from baptisms to sealings.  What a blessing!  Then on May 26th, I started Massage Therapy school part-time at night.  so I have been working during the day and going to school at night.  My classes are Monday thru Thursday, 7 to 10:30pm so I don't get much time for anything else.  Luckily, I like my job, for the most part. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my very own massage table, but I haven't even used it yet.  I told my roommate I would give her a massage this weekend.  I absolutely love school.  I was really worried about anatomy, but it turns out it is my favorite class, however, I like most of my classes.  I am almost done with the first semester, so a lot of homework is getting handed out which doesn't give me a lot of time for anything else.  I was really trying to get out there with the activities in my ward, but since most of them are at night during the week, I can't really make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made a goal to have 100% attendance at school, so there are no excuses why I don't learn the material.  I also want to get a 4.000 GPA, so we will just have to see how that goes for me as time moves on.  This is a 1 year program, so I should stop being busy at the end of May 2010.  I hope you all don't miss me until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I was able to go to Billings, Montana and see my sister, Brother-in-law, Niece, and Nephew all sealed together.  What a wonderful experience that was, and of course I cried like a baby.  Hey, What else did you expect from me. :)  Then the next day was the 4th, which was awesome, I spent it with all my cousins in Wyoming.  The only thing that was missing was tubing with the Bators.  Then I had to come back to reality for work and I have never been so mad at the alarm than I have this week.  I don't really have any right to complain, because I know other people get up like this everyday, but dang, I am tired!!!  I can't wait until I can sleep in before I have to go to work.  Only two more weeks.  Wahoo!&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/2219133662227627657-7322161900565102712?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/7322161900565102712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=7322161900565102712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7322161900565102712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7322161900565102712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-169730531492220843</id><published>2009-05-15T09:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:42:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Alexios</title><content type='html'>It all started last year when a boy in Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bator's&lt;/span&gt; class asked if my name was Valencia.  We had the class convinced that I was Valencia, until this year when I became the Janitor.  They saw me sign the bathroom checklist as Lauri and discovered my real name.  Well it has come time to be called my "Real" name once again.  Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bator&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. Tawnya was supposed to have a student named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alexios&lt;/span&gt;, so we decided to tell her whole class that I have decided to go by my real name, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alexios&lt;/span&gt;, instead of my nickname, Lauri.  At first they all laughed, which hurt my feelings, but then they were all convinced.  My "real" name is now spreading around the school as they call out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alexios&lt;/span&gt; to come clean-up or fix different things.  I was even called for a "Caught doing good" today by me "real" name, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alexios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Spitzenberger&lt;/span&gt;.  I am going to keep the name until I have everyone calling me by it, even if it takes the entire time I work here. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to say HAPPY 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!  I cannot believe how fast time flies.  I have only know you for 25 years, but they have flown by.  I can't wait to spend the next 25 years of my life flying with you!  I love you and I will see you soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-169730531492220843?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/169730531492220843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=169730531492220843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/169730531492220843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/169730531492220843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-call-me-alexios.html' title='Just call me Alexios'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-4166047827977976911</id><published>2009-04-19T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:47:46.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Idol/Getting out there!"</title><content type='html'>You are reading about the next "American Idol"!!  Okay well not really, actually I am just the "West Jordan/Jordan Hills Idol"  You see, there is this girl at school that teaches fourth grade, her name is Tiffany.  She really wants to be BFF's with Tawnya and I, but we are working up to that part.  So two Saturdays ago, we hung out together which made us "F's", a.k.a. Friends, but then she invited us to a Karaoke party on Friday where I was crowned the "Idol" of the night.  It was so much fun, so needless to say, we are now "BF's" with Tiffany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went to a movie night at friends house. He is from my ward and we watched "Ghostbusters".  Apparently there is more than one because we watched the first one and I only knew about the second one.  Anyway, it was pretty fun because the girl to guy ratio was great.  there were three of us girls and eight guys.  One girl and one guy were a couple, but it was fun just to sit and talk to everyone after the movie.  We totally talked about the awkward moments at the end of dates and what guys and girls mean when they end the date.  From guys, a hand shake is obviously a "no chance at a second date".  Apparently, it is the girls responsibility to hug the guy if she is interested in another date, and never go 100% on a kiss, it is always 90/10, but you can decide who does which part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys are going shooting this Saturday and invited all three of us girls to go with them.  I think it could be fun, so I will probably go with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-4166047827977976911?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/4166047827977976911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=4166047827977976911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/4166047827977976911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/4166047827977976911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/04/idolgetting-out-there.html' title='&quot;Idol/Getting out there!&quot;'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-7206067133308173592</id><published>2009-04-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:30:11.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Me!</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my mom the other day, when she told me she read my blog and was sad for me and my sad life.  I decided I should probably write again since I am not sad (anymore) and am actually very happy.  Two weeks ago I found out I did not get into any grad schools I applied to.  It was the BEST news I had gotten in a long time.  I realized I never wanted to be a school psychologist.  I was doing it because I thought that is what I was supposed to do, or because I thought that is what others thought I should do.  Since I have made the theme of this year "All About ME!"  I was glad one decision was easy for me.  I can't go to grad school cause I didn't get in. :)&lt;br /&gt;I called my parents and said I have some great news, and that was that I didn't get into grad school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt;!  My dad was a bit confused as to why, but I know why, I am not supposed to go.  It has changed my outlook on life a ton and it is totally looking up!  I have a new apartment, my own room, another roommate, and one more thing I am looking into, but not sure about yet, so I will blog about that later.  What a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tawnya and I watched the first session of  General Conference and then met Jessica at the library to do our taxes. (not a good year for me!) Then we watched the second session.  We realized we had no big plans for the evening, so we went to Lifetime and worked out.  We ran for a half hour and then went and relaxed in the pool and hot tub.  It was the most relaxing time I've had in a while.  Last we watched Felicity (an old TV show, Tawnya has on DVD), but mostly I watched and Tawnya slept.  It was a pretty great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-7206067133308173592?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/7206067133308173592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=7206067133308173592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7206067133308173592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7206067133308173592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-me.html' title='A Better Me!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-1578717211867704130</id><published>2009-03-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:38:07.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Month</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has almost been a month since I last blogged.  Lately I have been feeling like my life isn't worth talking about.  I have been feeling like it really doesn't matter what I do, where I go, or when I do it.  These thoughts have been leaving me feeling empty inside all the time.  Having the background I do, leads me to believe that marriage and/or education, (mostly marriage), are the only things that make your life complete and worth while.  I know this is not the case, but the pressure of making others happy, which is a huge, either weakness or blessing I have. (I can't seem to find a happy medium which makes it a weakness for me).  There are only about four people in my life that I really care about their opinions, even though I like to make everyone happy, which may make me happy, but in the long run it is not what I want.  This has been a struggle for me for a long time, and it has made it so it is hard for me to know what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another thing that I struggle with, is doing something I will actually be good at because I am worried that someone will take offense that I am good at what I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was watching a movie last week named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, and in it he kept repeating to one of the players, "What is your deepest fear?"  Well the quote from that movie, I think, describes how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our dark that most frightens us.  Your playing small does not serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you.  We are all meant to shine as children do.  Its not just in some of us; its in everyone.  And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people to do the same.  As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This has brought a lot of thought to my mind on this subject and I realize I need to be less prideful and just work on my happiness.  I need to stop thinking the world is always looking at me and what I am doing, but focus on what I am doing and be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;top worrying about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and the other four people's opinions I need to take them for what they are worth and focus on what my Heavenly Father wants for me and what makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now for the important stuff.  I know I am a child of God!  I was put on this earth at this time to shine and help others shine too.  I love my family, extended family, and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un-adopted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; family.  They are the most important people in my life.  I miss being around them, but I know I am supposed to be in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; right now, cause I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; that confirmation many times.  I like my job and who I work with and maybe I will find something better in the future but right now I am happy with it.  (Even if I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a janitor) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2219133662227627657-1578717211867704130?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/1578717211867704130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=1578717211867704130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/1578717211867704130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/1578717211867704130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-month.html' title='A New Month'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-6533747848464169408</id><published>2009-02-05T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:58:38.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dare You...</title><content type='html'>It turns out that I have a rebellious side that comes out at times when I don't want to be made out to be a chicken.  So far there are only two people in my life that can dare me to do something and I will do it, (always within my reason and not to change my standards).  However, it has come to my knowledge recently, that if I am told I would not do something, because they think they know my personality, I have to prove them wrong.  It has happened just this past week.  &lt;div&gt;It all started last Thursday when the mascot from the Utah hockey team came to our school to be with the kids at lunch time.  The Grizzlies P.R. guy came as well, and he was VERY attractive.  I told the office ladies to work their magic and get his name and number for me.  First off, when my boss, Terry, found out that I liked him, he walked up and said "there is a girl over there that would like to know if you are single"  Then Terry came over and said he was single and that got all the lunch ladies excited.  One said, "I am going to spill some ketchup on his butt so you have to clean him up".  Others said I needed to be seductive with my broom and mop.  That was not happening.  I basically ignored him out of embarrassment. Well, it turns out that the principal was very mad at how "high school" this was and jokingly wrote down his name and number that he had given her for any questions about tickets or games.  She told the secretary to give it to me when I got into the office.  When I got it, I asked if she really asked for it and she sternly said, "NO, THAT IS SO HIGH SCHOOL. HOW WOULD IT LOOK IF I SAID, UM, ONE OF MY EMPLOYEES HAS A CRUSH ON YOU, CAN I HAVE YOUR NUMBER FOR HER?"  She said, "you never would call him anyway."  I told her I would have, but she didn't believe me.  So there was the challenge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night after work I googled him and found his email address.  I emailed him this; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hi Jerome, my name is Lauri.  I work at Jordan Hills where you just visited with Grizzbee.  I was the one who showed you where the lunchroom was.  Well here is my question...  Are you too busy to go out sometime?  Feel free to think I am weird or crazy.  The &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233888691_2"&gt;office secretaries&lt;/span&gt; told me I should call you, but I thought this would be less threatening to you because you could just delete this and never respond.  Just trying to make it easy for you to "Just say no"  :)  Well let me know what you think, or not.  Just a little bit about me, I am from &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233888691_3"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;, born and raised.  I am 25 and single.  I went to BYU-Idaho and have a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233888691_4" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;bachelors in psychology&lt;/span&gt;.  I am trying to get into &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233888691_5"&gt;grad school&lt;/span&gt;, if not, then massage therapy school.  There are six kids in my family and I am the third.  My brother, who is the oldest, is getting divorced and has 2 daughters. My sister, who is the youngest, is married and has a boy and a girl.  Have fun and I will hopefully talk to you later.  &lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this scares you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;The next morning I had an email from him saying "Here is my personal cell number, give me a ring." I called him after work that day and we just talked for a little while.  I will let you know if anything else comes from this, but no worries, I am not expecting anything.  I just did it out of spite. :) By the way when my principal heard what I did and called him she said, but you don't even know him.  I told her that is what dating is for.  P.S. She is still single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2219133662227627657-6533747848464169408?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/6533747848464169408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=6533747848464169408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/6533747848464169408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/6533747848464169408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dare-you.html' title='I Dare You...'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-7929981768489706120</id><published>2009-01-31T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:31:46.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>1. I am 25 and only been on one second date in my life and it happened last October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my first kiss on that second date.  Good Times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am the kind of person, where, if you tell me I won't do something, I will do it just to spite you. (Only if it doesn't go against everything that I believe in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, otherwise known as a Mormon. Because of this, I have never smoked, drank alcohol, tea, or coffee. I served a mission for 19 months and was only able to talk to my family through letters and email on Mondays. Except for Christmas and Mother's day when I could call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My family is the most important thing in my life, and they don't really understand that it kills me to see bad things happen to them for choices that they have made. I know we will be together forever, and that is what keeps me going. I love my parents, they make me laugh all the time.  This is my moms talent.  She is getting her teeth fixed and may kill me for this post but I love that she can just laugh at herself.  We Love You MOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SYSYJDg147I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XIlSZY14z4o/s1600-h/Lauri%27s+pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SYSYJDg147I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XIlSZY14z4o/s320/Lauri%27s+pictures+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297526343023846322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. After I graduated from college, Tawnya Bator and I drove to Vegas and hung out for a week. It was the best time I have ever had on a road trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One time on a family vacation with the Bator family, I went skinny dipping, more than once. It was the most liberating thing I have ever done. They had floating toys in the lake, so while no one was watching I got up on the trampoline (naked) and jumped around then into the water. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a very weird memory. I can remember birthdays and addresses for most people I meet and get to know, but I recently found out that I have no Idea what happened in history. I was told that Lincoln was assassinated!!! Holy Crow, who knew. :) That was when the next hour or two of history lesson happened and I had no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a hard time saying no, especially when it comes to family and money. Ever since I was old enough to drive and have a job, maybe even younger than that, my family has asked me for rides or money. It always seems like they really need it so I give it to them, which ends up with me being broke. Well my mom #2 told me that my new years resolution is "It is all about me!" SO this year I am being selfish and going to "JUST SAY NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Three of my siblings are married or were married and I have only been to one of the weddings. My brother, John, got married 3 days after I left for my mission and my sister, Mandi, got married 4 months before I got home. They each have two kids and I love them all so much!!!! I love it when all they want to do is go see their auntie Lauri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The summer after I graduated from high school, all four of my brothers got in a car accident in the same month. It started with Joey hitting four trees on the way to a cast party at the Tarmann's. Then Chris and Howard got pulled into the ditch on their way to work the next morning. Then Joey again and then John so when I went to college the next week, my dad called and said, no more accidents for one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I hardly ever go to the movie theater but I went and saw Twilight 6 times in a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I was the first one in my family, including both my parents, to get a college degree. I have a BS in Pyschology with a minor in sociology. I have applied to grad school and am just waiting to see if I get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I realized the other day, that I am single still because I don't know who I really am. I like to make other people happy, so I will do whatever I can to do it, even if it is not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I was not a very cute little girl, except for my dimples. I was asked if I was a boy or a girl all the way until I was in 8th grade. Sad for my self esteem. With the help of some very good friends, I am discovering that I can be a cute girl. I just bought my first pair of Hooker boots last night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate the phone. If you tell me to call you sometime, or ask me to call you back, chances are it won't happen. It has a little to do with the fear of rejection. Maybe they are too busy to talk, or we will run out of things to say, or I sound like a dork. Who knows, but I am sorry if I don't call you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I really love to leave my phone number at restaurants where I have an attractive waiter. One time when I left it at a Texas Road House, the waiter gave it to a different kid, named Robert, who started texting me. He was a senior in high school, so I figured I could go to jail. He was all for it, but I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. That is the only time I have gotten a response, and I have done it MANY times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a few nicknames. "Beast" is from track, "Clicker" is from Cross Country, "Spitz" is from anyone that doesn't want to or can't (for those on the mission with me) call me my first name and my last name is way to long, "Dolly Dimples" is what my grandma calls me, and "LJ" is only my dad (I don't like it from anyone else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ever since my senior year in high school, my knees like to swell up for no reason. I have had x-rays and MRI's on both of them and doctors still don't know what is wrong. One time my left knee got so big I could walk and they had to drain 120 ml of fluid out of it. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love to work on cars! My dad taught me everything I know. He always likes to have someone outside with him working because we can go get tools he needs. I was always the lucky one. I told him that I get all his tools when he is too old to get use out of them. He doesn't totally see my vision yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have never lived in Wyoming, but that is where my mom is from and I call it home, whenever I am there. I love visiting Lovell. The smell of the oil refineries when you are driving down to Lovell, helps me know I am almost there. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I love dimples! I found out that dimples are actually weaknesses in your facial muscles. My niece, Madysen, was born 2 months before I left on my mission and she has dimples just like me. We were the only two, until Logan came along. Well while on my mission, my companion, "Harward" a.k.a. Heather, and I walked past a guys with dimples and I said, (kind of loudly) "Did you see that guys weaknesses" It was hilarious! Good Times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I did have a boyfirend in 8th grade, if you can really call it that. We didn't really do anything, but that is the year that I really changed. I have a lot of great stories, and most of them start with "One time in 8th Grade..." or "One time in Cross Country..." Those were life changing experiences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am right handed, but I have to wear my watch on my right wrist. It is kind of an obsessive thing. I have things on my left side. When I go to a restaurant and we sit in a booth, I have to have my left side to the isle, otherwise I am uncomfortable. Or if I am in a row of seats, I need to have people on both sides of me or just on the right side. I know, I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When I move to a new place I can usually fit all of my possessions in my little Honda civic. I recently bought a mattress which will make it impossible to fit in, but perhaps it will ride on top. I can make anything fit into a car. I am the tetris master!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-7929981768489706120?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/7929981768489706120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=7929981768489706120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7929981768489706120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/7929981768489706120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3dWECtlmXk/SYSYJDg147I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XIlSZY14z4o/s72-c/Lauri%27s+pictures+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-2897540433835880</id><published>2009-01-23T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:43:45.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Wii or not to Wii?</title><content type='html'>Last Monday I was with some friends celebrating a birthday.  We went to Jump on It, which is a giant trampoline place.  We were told it opened at 10 am, so we got there right then so we would be the first one to get in.  Well the hours were different and didn't open until 2 on Mondays.  We decided to go out and try a new little bakery that Tawnya had heard about called, "Flour girls and Dough Boys".  It turned out to be a pretty good place.  Their Oatmeal Raisin and coconut cookies were delicious!  Then we went to Target.  When we got out of the car, there it was, in the hands of a 10 year old boy, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit!  They have been sold out forever, and Jessica and I wanted to get one for Tawnya for her birthday but we couldn't find one anywhere.  Jessica, Tawnya, and I started running into the store.  My phone fell out of my pocket but Tawnya's roommate (Shauna), who was not running, yelled, "I'll get it", so that I didn't need to go back for it.  I later heard from Shauna that the people outside were laughing at us for being in such a hurry.  Well we got in side and went straight over to electronic and a very helpful man asked if he could help us find something and there it was, in all its glory, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt; FIT!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!  There happened to be three left but by the time we left the store, they were sold out.  What a blessing to not get into Jump On It, when we wanted.  We went home, started playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; and at 1:30 we left to go back to Jump on it.  It actually opened at 12, but the sign wasn't up early enough for us to see it.  We jumped for one hour and it was so much fun. I did get my leg smashed and my knee popped which gave me a bruise that hurt majorly, but it wasn't enough to keep me from having a blast.  &lt;div&gt;I jump back and forth from being 25 or 33 which is kind of interesting.  I recommend the wii fit to everyone.  You will love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-2897540433835880?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/2897540433835880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=2897540433835880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/2897540433835880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/2897540433835880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-wii-or-not-to-wii.html' title='To Wii or not to Wii?'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-5105644641156212117</id><published>2009-01-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:34:19.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church is True</title><content type='html'>It all started back in...  Okay this is not a history lesson, but it is a great story.  While I was home on Christmas break, my younger brother, Howard got married.  My oldest brother, John, is going through a divorce and so he brought a friend that happens to be a girl, to the reception.  Well everyone was asking me who she was and I had no clue but two days later I had the chance to meet her.  She was visiting John at my house when I got home from my second home and because it snowed pretty bad that night, she ended up staying the night and all the next day and left the day after that.  Well it all started the second night she was staying over.  My parents, me, Kelly Ann, and John were all sitting around the table when out of the blue she asks, so what do you guys believe in?  That is a great question, because it means they really want to know.  Well it was a good thing I was there to translate for Kelly Ann because sometimes adults and members alike can use big "MORMON" words that others don't understand.  I had a Book of Mormon in my room that I had gotten on my mission and started marking in it all the places it talks about Christ and Heavenly Father.  Also some of my other favorite scriptures.  Well while on my mission, I just never felt like giving that one away, so I never did.  Well I did that day.  She started reading it and that is the last I had heard by the time I had to leave for Utah.  I heard on Monday that she called the missionaries to take the lessons and I found out yesterday that she is getting baptized on Sunday.  I am so excited.  The Lord works in mysterious ways and I am just grateful that He trusts me enough to get involved.  I love this Gospel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-5105644641156212117?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/5105644641156212117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=5105644641156212117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/5105644641156212117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/5105644641156212117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/01/church-is-true.html' title='The Church is True'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-233964239722970329</id><published>2009-01-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:10:23.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST!!!</title><content type='html'>No I am not lost, I know I am in Utah, working as a janitor at Jordan Hills Elementary.  I mean the TV show that starts the 21st of this month.  It is the fifth season and apparently there is only going to be six seasons.  Well I never got into the show on TV until I moved back to Utah after last summer.  Tawnya had gotten addicted to it while being with her roommate and her family.  When I moved back Tawnya introduce it to me and we started with season one trying to catch up to today.  It has been an exciting adventure.  We finished the third season before Christmas and Tawnya had reserved the fourth season at the library, but she got the fourth season for Christmas.  So this past week I have been watching it with Tawnya's roommate, Shauna and her sister, Jenny.  It has been fun but some really late nights.  Last night we finished it at 2 in the morning.  Totally worth it!!!!   I know you probably think I am a loser, but now I am ready for the fifth season to start.  The hardest part will be having to watch only one episode a week. :)  Sorry people I am busy every Wednesday starting the 21st.  :) Maybe you should try and get "LOST"  too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-233964239722970329?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/233964239722970329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=233964239722970329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/233964239722970329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/233964239722970329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html' title='LOST!!!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-650044979180800594</id><published>2009-01-02T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:14:52.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Return to Life</title><content type='html'>This Christmas break has been much needed.  Nobody ever wants their vacation to end, but much to our chagrin, it always does.  I have had lots of fun these past 10 days.  I loved hanging out with my nieces and nephew, and also the Bators' entire family!  I got home early on Christmas eve.  For a few years now, Christmas Eve has been our family Christmas party where we just give out all our gifts so the grand kids can go home to santa.  Everyone was there, including Shaley, (Howard's fiance at the time) and the missionaries, which has been a tradition for as long as I can remember.  Howard got married on the 26th and it was a blast.  There were a lot of people out for the party and it seemed like everyone had a great time.  Tawnya was the DJ and helped everyone get their groove on.  The 29th was a fun day cause I was able to go to  Timberwolves game, which wasn't all that great, but they did win, so what else can you ask for.  The one thing I would have changed was having Mad Dog Madsen play in the game, just for those of us who love LDS Professional sports players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve I spent it at my second home where we did fondue and a talent show.  Then when people started to get tired, we had a dance party and it was a hoot!  A hoot and a hollar!  New Years day was spent watching the Rose parade and football!  WAHOO!  I spent the evening doing laundry, packing, and spending time with my parents.  It was just my parents and me home, so we curled up in their bed and watched two movies that got us all bawling until almost 1am.  Good Times had by all.  Now it is time to drive back to Utah and get back into my real life where I try to make the best out of my whole situation.  That situation being single, in a world all about MARRIAGE!  Being single is not bad though, don't get me wrong.  I love not being responsible for anyone else, but I wouldn't mind some change in my life.  2009 is all about change, so let's BRING IT ON!  2009=ALL ABOUT ME!&lt;img src="file:///Users/admin/Desktop/Howard%27s%20reception%20034.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-650044979180800594?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/650044979180800594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=650044979180800594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/650044979180800594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/650044979180800594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-return-to-life.html' title='Time to Return to Life'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-9031406788634509575</id><published>2008-12-08T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:04:41.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism by FIRE!!!</title><content type='html'>This last week was a crazy one for me because my boss went in to have some tests run on his heart and has found out he has a thing called ''sudden death syndrome".  This means that his heart could just stop working all of a sudden and he would die.  Well, he went in for surgery on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, last week, and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defibulator&lt;/span&gt; put in.  This is so if his heart does stop beating, he will receive a shock to his heart, to start it back up again.  We all thought he would be back to work this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, but I just found out that he will be out for the rest of the month.  This means I will be taking over his morning shift and one of our high school students will be locking up the building at night.  I don't know very much about how to fix the problems in the school, or how to order things, or put in work orders to the district, but I am learning a lot and now I need to learn faster.  It gets frustrating at times, but what job doesn't?  My district boss came in to see how I was doing today and told me that he has full confidence in me and knows I will do a great job.  I guess my supervisor, who is the one that is teaching me everything, has told the district boss that I am great, I just need the training.  I have only had one class for training, and that was last week when my supervisor found out I hadn't had any training.  So I think it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; safe to say I am being baptized by fire into this job.  I am praying for the snow to stay away for this month because I will have to be to work at 5am to get all the plowing done.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-9031406788634509575?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/9031406788634509575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=9031406788634509575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/9031406788634509575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/9031406788634509575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2008/12/baptism-by-fire.html' title='Baptism by FIRE!!!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-2010857386984959340</id><published>2008-11-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:15:54.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings!</title><content type='html'>It seems to me that no matter what you are doing in life the Lord seems to bless either you and/or everyone around you.  We were challenged in Relief Society on Sunday to take President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eyring's&lt;/span&gt; challenge again and write all the things we are blessed with, and I have noticed not only the things I am blessed with, but also the major blessings that are happening to those I know and love.  First, one of my brothers is getting married on the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of December.  Normally I don't like the girls that my brothers date, but what a blessing.  I love this girl!!!  She is great and they will be great together.  Sorry I can't say who, they would like to announce it, but maybe in a future post.  Next my practically sister, Shawna finally had her baby girl on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; cute.  Her name is Jenna Noel and she was 10 lbs 3 oz.  Big Baby.  I love that family.  Next is Raina, who was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Howard's&lt;/span&gt; grade in school, but I had the same friends, so we hung out a lot and think of her as my sister as well.  She just had her first child and it is a boy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alexander&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;.  She was in labor for about 40 hours, but I am so happy for her and her husband.  My blessings are small compared to these, but I am very grateful to know that the Lord is VERY mindful of me and those I love.  May God bless each and everyone of you and know that I am praying for your happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-2010857386984959340?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/2010857386984959340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=2010857386984959340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/2010857386984959340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/2010857386984959340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings.html' title='Blessings!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-9133433177901184906</id><published>2008-11-01T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:28:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>It was so fun to be a part of a Halloween party again.  I work as a custodian at an elementary school and the office decided that they were dressing up as rock stars and my boss Terry and I had to be included.  So for the Halloween parade Annette (principle) was Elvis, Tina (head secretary) was Hannah Montana, her granddaughter was a little punk rocker as well, Tamera (secretary) was Madonna, Laura (secretary) was Kiss, Terry (head custodian) was Michael Jackson, and I was Cher.  I have pictures, but I have no idea how to do anything on here except for type because Tawnya hasn't taught me that part yet. :)  When I figure that out I will fill this blog with ME!  I hung out with some mission buddies and their friends and we didn't have one trick or treater knock on the door.  It was so sad that we had to eat the candy ourselves. ;) I do wish I could have seen my nieces and nephew in their costumes, but I know that since they are related to me they were adorable!  Holy Moly it is NOVEMBER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-9133433177901184906?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/9133433177901184906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=9133433177901184906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/9133433177901184906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/9133433177901184906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-8730428559639014426</id><published>2008-10-28T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:32:49.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>Having patience is not always an easy thing.  Trying to figure out what to do with your life, but not knowing what else might come make decisions a lot harder.  Take for instance living situations.  Deciding where to live is a hard thing for someone my age.  Trying to decide whether you should sign your life away in a contract for an apartment, means you are stuck somewhere for at least that long.  Then there is the chance that you won't find a job, or you find to person you want to marry, but you don't live in the same state, you have a job that you are tied to, you can't get out of your contract, and everyone thinks you are rushing to fast.  &lt;div&gt;Change of subject!  For those of you that don't know, I have gone on my first second date EVER!!! That date turned into a 3rd and 4th as well.  It has made me feel like a whole new person.  I have a lot more confidence in myself and feel like I can do a lot more and am way happier.  I know, me happier, hard to believe.  :)  I may not know whether or not this "relationship" will continue but it has been a blast on the ride.  I would just like to thank the guy for the much needed confidence he has given me.  so THNAK YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-8730428559639014426?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/8730428559639014426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=8730428559639014426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8730428559639014426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/8730428559639014426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-6763945530990076865</id><published>2008-10-10T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:57:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do This, Do That, and Have you finished that yet...?</title><content type='html'>So working at the school has been a ton of fun, but the down fall is... First, I am so good at what I do, that everyone wants me to do their job too. :)  Second, I just got hired as the new custodian and the secretaries I work with in the office asked our principal if they could make a custodian/office worker, just so I could keep doing the work they don't like to do.  The principal said, "No way!" Did I mention I like her.  :)  Third, since I don't really have a life, I do a lot of things for Tawnya and her class.  Mostly grading, passing back homework, making copies, entering grades, fixing things she breaks, and the list goes on.  Don't get me wrong though, I love my job and my life!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-6763945530990076865?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/6763945530990076865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=6763945530990076865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/6763945530990076865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/6763945530990076865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-this-do-that-and-have-you-finished.html' title='Do This, Do That, and Have you finished that yet...?'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-3852934094666984438</id><published>2008-09-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:55:21.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Matters</title><content type='html'>So this week I have had the chance to get back to the roots of my family.  My Uncle Kevin, from my mother's side, passed away and we gathered in Lovell, Wyoming to celebrate his life.  Getting together as a HUGE family shows me how much we are alike.  It brings back the love of the country and the closeness of the family.  We all got together at Grandma's old house, now Geraldine and Kevin's house, to have Geraldine's famous, family scones and we will have a cousins game night tomorrow before Howard, Chris, and I head back down to Utah.  If we could, we would move here in a minute and just forget about all our troubles.  There are really only two maybe three things that are keeping my parents from moving back here.  The first is my grandma.  My  Grandma Spitzenberger is 93, has had many different cancers for the last 20 plus years, lives at home by herself, and is still kicking.  My dad will not move until she passes.  The second is my dad needs to retire so they can afford to just forget about life and have a good time serving the Lord.  Then the third kind of goes along with being able to move.  They have to sell the house, which is a feat in itself.  My mom keeps trying to get me to move home so that I can help get the house ready, but that isn't happening.  At least not at this time in my life.  Well this has been a lesson from Dr. Lauri.  Have pleasant dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-3852934094666984438?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/3852934094666984438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2219133662227627657&amp;postID=3852934094666984438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/3852934094666984438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2219133662227627657/posts/default/3852934094666984438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-matters.html' title='Family Matters'/><author><name>LauriJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837974090093894913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIFG6cF19Y/TwKL_d9m6lI/AAAAAAAAALo/w3uMnVKr2Sk/s220/Lauri.tiff'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219133662227627657.post-437676151011141417</id><published>2008-09-19T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:16:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>Today I thought I would join the fun world of blogging.  Actually Tawnya is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forcing&lt;/span&gt; me.  She punched me in the arm so many times, I am bruised from shoulder to hand.  I am still trying to work on her anger issues (not to mention, her need to control my life).  On a lighter note, &lt;div&gt;I am working at Jordan Hills Elementary, and I pretty much do whatever other people don't get done.  I am applying to grad school to become a school psychologist.  Tawnya has me studying for the Graduate Record Examination (GRE) in my spare time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2219133662227627657-437676151011141417?l=drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlaurislifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/437676151011141417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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