<?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-3192918308854328751</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:43:39.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest thing</title><subtitle type='html'>Babies got blue skies up ahead!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-9054795905871704502</id><published>2008-10-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:28:10.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOo8kswecjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UItfk_Vd2Ug/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078516468544050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOo8kswecjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UItfk_Vd2Ug/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave and I are going to tie the knot!!!!!!!! He proposed officially this past Thursday (October 2cnd). What a night! He took me to Texas Roadhouse for dinner, which is where we ate on our first date. Then he took me on a paddle boat out at Tempe Town Lakes. While we were on the boat he gave me a picture frame with my two favorite pictures of us and a letter he wrote me. It was the most beautiful letter and at the end he wrote, "Will you marry me?" and he reached into his camera case and pulled out the ring. I cried (of course) and he said some really beautiful things to me. He is everything I could ever ask for and more. I cannot wait to spend eternity with this man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-9054795905871704502?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/9054795905871704502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=9054795905871704502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/9054795905871704502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/9054795905871704502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-married.html' title='Getting Married'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOo8kswecjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UItfk_Vd2Ug/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-6818596704245446010</id><published>2008-09-30T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:12:53.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So close</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOJP_bMXkFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q8Gb8S_56nA/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251848066517405778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOJP_bMXkFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q8Gb8S_56nA/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm in a fairytale. David truly is my prince charming, he is my everything. I've never known a man with more patience and love. It's funny how you just know immediately that you are going to fall in love with someone. I can honestly say I loved him since our first date! Sitting across from him at Texas Roadhouse, seeing his face light up when he talked... it's all been a dream ever since. We have had our share of hard times, but it's the fact that we get through them and we never stop loving eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh how could I face the faceless day, if I should lose you now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Baby! Always and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-6818596704245446010?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/6818596704245446010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=6818596704245446010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/6818596704245446010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/6818596704245446010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-close.html' title='So close'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOJP_bMXkFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q8Gb8S_56nA/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-2793720303039926736</id><published>2008-09-11T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:57:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Hyatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SMmGFCcFgCI/AAAAAAAAABs/XnR36Wbujrs/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzfdsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870662161793058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SMmGFCcFgCI/AAAAAAAAABs/XnR36Wbujrs/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzfdsf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SMmFvERUu_I/AAAAAAAAABk/J3fyrkDrfeI/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzcds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870284696402930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SMmFvERUu_I/AAAAAAAAABk/J3fyrkDrfeI/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzcds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE is the title of my life! Just when I thought there wasn't an ounce of kindness left in this world, Heavenly Father blessed me with the most incredible man. He has etched this permanent smile on my face that not even a flat tire, screaming toddlers, or migraines can erase. The timing seems almost fateful! I could write a novel of reasons why I love him, but I will say simply this: That I have found the love of my life and I couldn't be happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You Say You Love Me lyrics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Josh Groban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the sound of silence calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear your voice and suddenly I'm falling, lost in a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the echoes of our souls are meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say those words and my heart stops beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what it means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What could it be that comes over me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times I can't move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times I can hardly breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world goes still, so still inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one I've always thought of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how, but I feel sheltered in your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you're with me if I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times I swear I feel like I can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a moment in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere between the Heavens and Earth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And frozen in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh when you say those words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world goes still, so still inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this journey that we're on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far we've come and I celebrate every moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all you have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll always feel this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that moment,I know why I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how I love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-2793720303039926736?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/2793720303039926736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=2793720303039926736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/2793720303039926736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/2793720303039926736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/09/david-hyatt.html' title='David Hyatt'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SMmGFCcFgCI/AAAAAAAAABs/XnR36Wbujrs/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzfdsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-1809935289568601915</id><published>2008-08-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:20:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Article for Church</title><content type='html'>"Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."--Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by this quote! It applies to so many different aspects of our lives. With the emphasis of marriage upon us, it is hard not to let the concept effect our entity. Where marriage should certainly be our goal, we also should not lose sight of the present. Erlend D. Peterson based his talk Anxiously Engaged in a Good Cause on D&amp;amp;C 58:26-28 which states that  " (Wo)Men should be anxiously engaged in a good cause, and do many things of their own free will, and bring to pass much righteousness; For the power is in them, wherein they are agents unto themselves." Our future well being is dependent on our ability to be self-sufficient. We must take every opportunity for ourselves which may endow us with success and prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, stop focusing on the woes of "singlehood" and enjoy your life! Take a class, learn something new, reach out to others, and develop good friendships. In the wise words of Bob Marley, "Don't worry, be HAPPY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-1809935289568601915?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/1809935289568601915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=1809935289568601915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/1809935289568601915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/1809935289568601915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/08/article-for-church.html' title='Article for Church'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-5021852947913897709</id><published>2008-08-21T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:31:53.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In this moment, I am happy&lt;br /&gt;simply to be&lt;br /&gt;today is my focus, tomorrow my hope&lt;br /&gt;a dream is had&lt;br /&gt;to the sun I look&lt;br /&gt;the moonlit waters&lt;br /&gt; in my head&lt;br /&gt;I dip my feet in what might have been&lt;br /&gt;it is never too late&lt;br /&gt;nothing is lost&lt;br /&gt;I make dreams reality&lt;br /&gt;using only my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;time is flying&lt;br /&gt;wisdom is gained&lt;br /&gt;the lessons I learn&lt;br /&gt;friendships I attain&lt;br /&gt;love will come, and sometimes go&lt;br /&gt;my future is eternal&lt;br /&gt;my faith forever will grow&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, I am happy&lt;br /&gt;simply to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-5021852947913897709?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/5021852947913897709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=5021852947913897709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/5021852947913897709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/5021852947913897709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-to-be.html' title='Happy to Be'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-5909873555281961937</id><published>2008-08-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:52:08.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my my, Oh heck yes, got to put on that party dress!</title><content type='html'>Well I went to Tom Petty last night and I have to say that after the superbowl experience I didn't expect too much from the old man. So he comes out, sings a few good songs, gets a little tiresome in the middle and then......TOTALLY REDEEMS HIMSELF! I was blown away, truly. I'm sort of comma happy, because, commas, are, awesome, don't hate! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favorite two songs of the night were Gloria and American Girl. People were going crazy man! There was a grand piano, harmonica, strobe lights....brilliant. I couldn't help but have Coldplay on my mind though, that's where my heart is. They come November 26th and I want someone to come with me. You have to be a pretty devoted fan though, tix are 100 $$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall leave you with a few of my favorite lyrics from a couple amazing bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay (Politic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at earth from outer space&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must find a place&lt;br /&gt;Give me time and give me space&lt;br /&gt;Give me real, don't give me fake&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength, reserve control&lt;br /&gt;Give me heart and give me soul&lt;br /&gt;Give me time give us a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your own politic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Big (Next to be with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build up your confidence&lt;br /&gt;So you can be on top for once&lt;br /&gt;wake up who cares about little boys that talk too much&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all go down&lt;br /&gt;Your game of love was all rained out&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, come on over&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-5909873555281961937?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/5909873555281961937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=5909873555281961937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/5909873555281961937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/5909873555281961937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-my-oh-heck-yes-got-to-put-on-that.html' title='Oh my my, Oh heck yes, got to put on that party dress!'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-3200160299317437391</id><published>2008-08-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:40:03.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKw6yODMzCI/AAAAAAAAABM/Fvpz6wyuIkE/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdssdf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236625101164432418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKw6yODMzCI/AAAAAAAAABM/Fvpz6wyuIkE/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdssdf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally learned how to Longboard! After David and I played a little racquetball and got attacked by bugs, we hit up the concrete for a good ol' boardin lesson. Just as I started to think I was a natural, I biffed it pretty bad. But this girl didn't give up, I jumped up and got right back on the board for some more. We are going to try again Thursday so I'll have some more photos up soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-3200160299317437391?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/3200160299317437391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=3200160299317437391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/3200160299317437391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/3200160299317437391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/08/boo-boo.html' title='Boo Boo'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKw6yODMzCI/AAAAAAAAABM/Fvpz6wyuIkE/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdssdf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-5102995143292633492</id><published>2008-08-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:38:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKUWUL4a-DI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ao70ziuvZfM/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234614677930702898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKUWUL4a-DI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ao70ziuvZfM/s200/ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm house sitting for my dad and stepmom this weekend out in Fountain Hills. I'm sitting here in my jammies, picking the m&amp;amp;m's out of my trail mix. Michael Buble is serenading me in the background. What a night! If dogs could dance then I would be twirling around with Lady, my dad's rottie. Instead I'm just swaying back and forth trying to think of something important to tell you but I just can't come up with much. I will say this though, I have morphed into this old lady all of a sudden! I recently came upon my 21 st birthday and have found myself at home reading on a Saturday night. (this was last weekend) The worst part? I turned down several parties for a night of non-fiction! I just haven't had the desire to join in all of the meat market fiasco. I am not going to meet Mr. Special at a "Neon dance party", no thank you. The last time I went to one of those things, I wound up dancing with a mesh shirt boy who used the title Personal Trainer in place of his actual name. Impressed? Hardly. I'm not saying you have to be completely witty and intelligent, but please try to be somewhat humble. Hold on a sec (getting a drink).....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 mins later) Ok, here we are again. MR. Buble left for a while, and Mr. Brickman filled in. I needed some wordless songs to help my mind stay focused. (I have the one track mind syndrome) Those m&amp;amp;m's sure made my tummy hurt. I guess I could just buy bags of actual M&amp;amp;M's instead but they wouldn't have the salt all over them. Thus, not as delicious and satisfying. Oh boy! I am not very interesting this evening and I apologize. I just wanted to give you the Elyse update which is....absolutely nothing! I'm healthy, content, and excited for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the last word, here's a blurb from U2's "Stuck in the moment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the night runs over&lt;br /&gt;And if the day won't last&lt;br /&gt;And if your way should falter&lt;br /&gt;Along this stony pass&lt;br /&gt;It's just a moment&lt;br /&gt;This time will pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-5102995143292633492?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/5102995143292633492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=5102995143292633492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/5102995143292633492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/5102995143292633492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/08/stuck-in-moment-and-you-cant-get-out-of.html' title='Stuck in a moment, and you can&apos;t get out of it'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKUWUL4a-DI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ao70ziuvZfM/s72-c/ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-7817331334328436538</id><published>2008-08-13T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:59:11.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 18 year old Elyse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKMS1fUDmII/AAAAAAAAAAg/pfRAZAjnGfo/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzfdfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234047902082635906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKMS1fUDmII/AAAAAAAAAAg/pfRAZAjnGfo/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzfdfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote this blog at the young age of 18! Just 3 years ago. I had just started living on my own and I was always writing about my experiences. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 3rd, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Holiday season a perspicuous change will occur. Over the years I have had but a few traditional family rituals, all of which took place prior to my mothers death. This year will be the year for reversal, the start of authentic traditions that I will claim as my own.&lt;br /&gt;The very beauty of living away from my family is making choices. The barriers that limited my freedom have suddenly fallen down and life is swirling all around me. I anticipate the outcome of every decision I am faced with. My heart dances to the beat of hope and knowledge. I strive to analyze and compare every situation welcoming advice from wise and experienced friends. My trust is carefully selective and honesty is pursued in every friendship I begin. My foundation is set and Life has just begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-7817331334328436538?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/7817331334328436538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=7817331334328436538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/7817331334328436538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/7817331334328436538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/08/18-year-old-elyse.html' title='The 18 year old Elyse'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SKMS1fUDmII/AAAAAAAAAAg/pfRAZAjnGfo/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzfdfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192918308854328751.post-9051790789100573942</id><published>2008-08-12T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:46:23.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggity doggity</title><content type='html'>My first entry! Y'all had better be as excited as I am to begin this journey into bloggism! (you'll notice that I love to make up my own words, because it's cool) I guess every first blog should be an introduction of character. A little mind "snack", if you will. Let's begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonic Commercials ("This is a snack attack and this IS happening")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter/Laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moooovies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keylime pie and Boston Cream pie yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells (good ones of course... cookies, rain, shampoo, pumpkin pie, new cars, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfy Pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non Fiction books (especially The Secret and other quantum physics related works)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art in any form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakeboarding, though I'm still learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Photography***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball (watching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any board games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more I could add but you'll see as time goes on that I'm an ever-changing little mama that loves just about anything and everything, except applesauce. So please stay tuned for another look into the great mind of ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3192918308854328751-9051790789100573942?l=elyse-lee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/feeds/9051790789100573942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3192918308854328751&amp;postID=9051790789100573942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/9051790789100573942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3192918308854328751/posts/default/9051790789100573942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse-lee.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloggity-doggity.html' title='Bloggity doggity'/><author><name>Dave and Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11547395981365332053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWibv7pvlpY/SOvIaJ4AlQI/AAAAAAAAACE/8auiuCD4BAQ/S220/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdsdsd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
