<?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-5112463488542371511</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:46:53.587-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Weston'/><category term='flooding'/><category term='tired'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='biggest loser'/><category term='soprano'/><category term='avatar'/><category term='Barnes and Noble'/><category term='christmas vacation'/><category term='competition'/><category term='LDS Church'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='hope'/><category term='new carpet'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='working out'/><category term='Osmonds'/><category term='tredmill'/><category term='Mormon'/><category term='mess'/><category term='Conference'/><category term='new year'/><category term='creative writing class'/><category term='church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints'/><category term='excersize'/><category term='performance'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='tv'/><category term='temple'/><category term='Gordon Ramsey'/><category term='classical'/><category term='grocery'/><category term='work'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='Maceys'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='singing'/><category term='money problems'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='Green Squall'/><category term='exams'/><category term='God'/><category term='high f'/><category term='UVU'/><category term='celestial room'/><category term='grades'/><category term='Hayley Bell'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='late'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Pie Jesu'/><category term='CR Foundation'/><category term='scriptures'/><category term='Kitchen Nightmares'/><category term='Chef Ramsey'/><category term='jay hopler'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='stressed out'/><category term='Il Mio Bel Foco'/><category term='job search'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Utah'/><category term='food'/><category term='healthy eating'/><category term='Ethics and Values'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Weston Bell'/><category term='testing'/><category term='Babysitting'/><category term='fear'/><category term='poet'/><category term='writing'/><category term='vocal'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Hayley and Weston...But mostly Hayley</title><subtitle type='html'>Here are the stories of our life together. But since Weston doesn't like to blog much, it's mostly about my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-2902135489554024881</id><published>2010-09-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:26:33.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barnes and Noble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CR Foundation'/><title type='text'>New Job and goodbye to BN :(</title><content type='html'>My wonderful MIL just talked to me about my blog and I realized I left everyone hanging with this horrible day and didn't put a band-aid on it! How mean of me! &lt;div&gt;        So a few weeks after the wonderful Thursday were I turned into a raving lunatic, I found a job! I'm going to go back a little and tell you guys about what happened the last few weeks. I had two interviews, one for VitalSmarts (the company that wrote Crucial Conversations, Crucial Confrentation, and the Influencer), and the other was for CR Foundation. Both went really well and I was really hoping I would get the job at VitalSmarts, but it didn't pan out. But I had a second interview with the CR Foundation after the first and it went really well. The company felt really good and I enjoyed going in and talking with the head managers. The position was for a Business Assistant where I do whatever anyone else doesn't have time to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         My first day at my job was really great. I didn't realize the scope of the company until my manager gave me a tour. The company is really quiet large! It was crazy! They have scientists and researchers and dentists, and dental assistants and a whole upper management team. It's wonderful! I am going to learn so much about dentistry. I'M PSYCHED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         It's a great job. I get two weeks vacation and benifits that start after three months. That means Weston and I are going to be able to go to California for Christmas...an entire week! We are both very excited. We haven't been able to go to California for Christmas in years. It was on of the bigger reasons why I needed to leave BN. They weren't going to be able to guarantee Christmas. The other week for vacation is the week of the 4th of July. Pretty much awesome! It's beyond awesome. It's...B-Awesome!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           But I will say, my last day at BN was very sad. Well, I guess it wasn't techniqually my last day. I'm still on call for Thursday, so we'll see. But It was probably my last day with Tracy, the GM. It was very difficult for me to leave her. She has been one of the best, most caring, most sweet person to work for. She hugged me and didn't let me go for a few minutes.  She said "THank you so much for being so wonderful and working so hard and doing everything we needed." She just hugged me, her body began to shake a little, like she was about to cry. I pulled away, and she looked so upset. She said the door was always open and whenever I would like to, I could come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Then the other girls, Kristin, Brittney, Quincey, Courtney, Ashley, Tiffinie, everyone there hugged me and made me feel so loved. I have never worked somewhere where I have made so many friends. This has been just an amazing job and I hope that someday I will be able to go back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          So that's the last few weeks in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-2902135489554024881?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2902135489554024881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-job-and-goodbye-to-bn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2902135489554024881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2902135489554024881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-job-and-goodbye-to-bn.html' title='New Job and goodbye to BN :('/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-4495940977885002116</id><published>2010-08-30T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:22:32.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mormon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celestial room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Temple</title><content type='html'>So this past week has been really hard for me. On thursday I basically lost it. I spent most of the morning applying for positions on every website I could think of. Craigslist, Monster, LDS Jobs, Hot Jobs, UVU Jobs etc...and I wasn't have much success. I had one interview set up for an HR Manager position (which didn't pan out) but that was it. So I was feeling really frustrated and slowly I fell into this state where my body was in the room, but my brain was totally somewhere else. It wasn't like I was seeing something that was different then what was in my face, but that I just kept zoning out on whatever was right in front of me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weston got home and he pulled me into him and held me for a while. Its so nice to have a husband that understands the wonder of a nice hug. But while he was holding me I kept doing my whole zoning out thing. So he made an executive decision that we were going to go to the temple to sit in the Celestial room. He really had to cox me into my dress and putting together all of my cloths. I would have these random bursts of tears while sitting or combing my hair, it was awful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally made it to the temple and I think I might have said two things to Wes the whole ride there. We get into our respective changing rooms and I change into my temple dress and go outside to wait for Weston. I decide to go ask one of the workers which way to the Celestial room and she says that we can't go up unless we've done some kind of service. So I get all prickly and am ready to start in on her when Weston comes up and he tries to understand/handle the situation. We're told we need to wait so he goes back to the changing room to grab something and I have to wait in the hall for the worker to come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm barely keeping it all together here. I really am so upset that I keep almost crying, then holding it in, then my chin will shake, then it'll stop, then my eyes will burn and I'll close them. It was like that the whole time I waited for the worker. Weston came back out to me and just then the worker comes back. She says she'll take us up there right now. We follow her up the steps and into the Celestial room where I barely make it through the doors before the sobs descend on me and I can't walk let alone speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't cried like that in years! It was body wracking, mind numbing, horrific sobs that the few people in the Celestial room had the privilege to hear. But the only thing I could feel or see was the white of Westons shirt and the black emptiness of the whole in my chest. I was trying to make as little noise as possible, but it was no use. Everyone could hear it and I'm sure the worker felt horrible and I probably made her uncomfortable. Crying always makes people uncomfortable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about 20 minutes of crying and then another 20 just sitting and listening to my own heart and soul, I realized that everything was going to be okay, but not on my time, but on the Lords time. I hate it when that is the answer! It's seriously lame! But I was told to have faith, faith that everything would work out and faith that we would make it through and that this was a trial of my faith and I needed to hold to God to get through. It was a lot to work through in only a few minutes, but I managed it and now I'm writing it down for the whole world to read. But I have a feeling not many people read my blog anyway. So I guess it doesn't matter what I write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just feels good to be able to write out how I'm feeling and knowing that even if someone doesn't read it, it is still here for me to read. &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/5112463488542371511-4495940977885002116?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4495940977885002116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/temple.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4495940977885002116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4495940977885002116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/temple.html' title='Temple'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-3959419125645299665</id><published>2010-08-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:08:17.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>When you get lifed</title><content type='html'>My mother has a saying, 'sometimes you just get lifed'. It means that things happen out of the blue and totally screw with your plans. Well, that's happened to me. Weston and I were both planning on going back to school this fall and I was going to do this neat show called SNAP and we were going to move right along. But in the course of one hour, all our little plans disappeared. I found out that I didn't actually get the part that paid in the show and that my financial aid wasn't going to be enough to pay for school and we couldn't take out the money for student loans. That was about a half hour of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;div&gt;I can't tell you how devastating it was for me to have a job as a performer and plans to go to school and then have both ripped away from me in a matter of minutes. So Weston and I prayed about it and thought and decided that I needed to quit the show and not go to school and find a full time job to pay for Westons last year of schooling. Because he only has a year left, it will work really well. I'll work and save money and then when he is done, I will go to BYU and finish up my schooling there. I have a 3.5 so I should be able to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is the problem, it's been about three weeks now and I still don't have a job and I'm starting to get a little deflated. It's hard to keep a good attitude when every interview I go on doesn't become anything and I don't want to hope that I get a job because when they don't call me, it hurts. Its been the hardest trial of my faith in my life. More so then when I was 17. When I was 17 it didn't matter as much because I was still maturing and growing into the person I am today. Back then I didn't know what I wanted in my life and I needed time to figure out that music really was the way I wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have a family to take care of. Rent, insurance, utilities, CC payments etc...that are always there, just over my shoulder reminding me that they aren't going to go away just because we don't have the money to pay for it. One of the cards has a $100 payment and I have no idea how were're going to pay it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that keeps running through my head is that God will provide for us...I just wonder if he's going to make us at the end of our rope before we find a latter to take down the rest of the way. A couple in our ward, that is exactly what happened to them. They were at the end of the money and literally had nothing left and then she found a job and so did he. I know the Lord will provide a way for us to continue, but I can't help but as for WHEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-3959419125645299665?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3959419125645299665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-you-get-lifed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3959419125645299665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3959419125645299665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-you-get-lifed.html' title='When you get lifed'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-7183349186073693133</id><published>2010-05-06T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:38:14.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avatar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maceys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osmonds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Crap feeling</title><content type='html'>I feel like crap. That seems to be a general theme for the past few days. I'll feel great, then I'll feel like crap, like right now. I don't understand whats wrong with my body. So here was todays experience. I was home, totally fine, cleaning and putting things away when I was suddenly hit with an overwhelming fever, chills and sweats. I had that for the rest of the night. But yesterday I had felt fine and the day before that I had felt great, but it was like a sludge hammer and now I can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the can't sleeping could possibly be because I ate total crap today. Well, I did okay until I started to feel blah. I had two protein shakes and some string cheese. Then when I started to feel sick, I had weston stop and get something from Bajio. Not the most nutritious of meals. Then I was craving ice cream so we went to Macys. But when we got to the deli counter, the girl working was taking a really, really long time. Weston went to get some drugs for my headache (on the other side of the store) and by the time he came back, she still hadn't taken my order. When she finally saw fit to help me, she made me the wrong shake and when I pointed this out, she said there wasn't enough Reese Cups to make a Reese Shake. Well, the whole point of going to Macys was to get a Reese Shake, so I wasn't going to settle for an Oreo Shake. I told her just to take it off my bill, but she said she couldn't because the card had cleared already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole point of getting off the couch with a headache, chills, and a fever was for naught. Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading over that I realize that sounds kind of snarky. I'm not blaming the Maceys girl. It's not her fault... well, it is, but I shouldn't expect really hight quality service from a grocery girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, that sounded snarky too. I'm just going to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finals are all done. I got through them alive. YEA! I got an A on my final paper for Critical Theory. It was done on Postcolonialism and Avatar. If you know what that is and have seen the movie, its an amazing study. I got into a big discussion with some of the people from work about it right after I finished the paper last week. It always suprises me when people think certain actors are not very good. Like Sam Worthington and Zoe Saldana. I don't know if it is a world wide phenomenon, but here in Utah, I find that if something is popular, the general populace has to hate it. It's so strange. I call it the Utah Bubble. Everything that is popular outside of UT isn't all that popular inside of Utah. Like the Osmonds. One of the biggest teen pop sensations of their time, but they couldn't perform in Utah because of the prejudice and hatred here for them. Take the Twilight books and movies by Stephenie Meyer. While there is a large group that love them, there is a really large group that not only don't like, but attack anyone who does like them, calling them stupid, ignorant, uneducated etc... It really doesn't make sense to me. Back to Avatar. It make over 700 million dollars in the United States and over a billion in the world, but it has bad acting (says some Utahns). How could a movie make over a billion dollars, but not have good actors? I think sometimes, Utah feels the need to be counter to everything just because 50% of the populace are Mormon and are already counter to a lot of things. Okay, I'm kind of on a rant, but its something that really bothers me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-7183349186073693133?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7183349186073693133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/crap-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/7183349186073693133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/7183349186073693133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/crap-feeling.html' title='Crap feeling'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-8904896329980280954</id><published>2010-05-03T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:14:21.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more coke before bed!</title><content type='html'>Okay, seriously, no more coke before bedtime. Now I can't sleep. Great, so now I'm awake (again) blogging. It seems the only time I blog now is when I can't sleep. So I'm watching Hulu and I am so sick and tired of all of the Haiti relief ads. It's not that I don't feel for the Haitians and feel we need to help and get things going. But with how many advertisements there are for help, its driving me crazy! I will give, when I want to give, but not by pictures of little children and fallen houses. I know this may sound kind of harsh, but it feels like it's getting shoved down our throats. Every other ad on Hulu is the salvation army. BLAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finals are done and I feel relieved. I can't believe I've finished my first year back to school! This is so great! It was strange to be in school and now it's strange to be out of school. I keep feeling like I need to be doing something, doing homework, but I don't have any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its the start of May so I'm pushing back into my work out regime. I really would like to loose 30 lbs. by August. My high school 5 year reunion. Yippie. I'm not very excited about it, I don't know if I want to see all those people again. I kind of pushed away from them because I didn't have a senior year. I went from junior to freshmen in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-8904896329980280954?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8904896329980280954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-more-coke-before-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8904896329980280954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8904896329980280954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-more-coke-before-bed.html' title='No more coke before bed!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-2966947592557682611</id><published>2010-04-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:58:35.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high f'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il Mio Bel Foco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soprano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pie Jesu'/><title type='text'>singing again!!!</title><content type='html'>So my first recital in five years...it was intense. I don't think I've been that nervous to sing before in my life. I was number 9 so I had to wait. Waiting is the worst part of performing. Then just as I was about to get up to sing, they let another person go first because she needed to go to work. It frickin' sucked! All that adrenalin completely went to waste! It congealed in my stomach and I was ready to throw up! &lt;br /&gt;      I finally got up and while it was a little shaky, I thought it went well for my first time singing in public in five years! It was so fantastic, I felt so great. Like for the first time I was in connection with God and really doing what I was born to do. It was different then my love for writing. I just have fun with it, but singing just put me in a new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video. Comment and let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-2966947592557682611?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2966947592557682611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/singing-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2966947592557682611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2966947592557682611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/singing-again.html' title='singing again!!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-8044414594573824999</id><published>2010-03-22T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:25:39.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to do my homework...ahhh!</title><content type='html'>I have been totally slacking off. It's been spring break this past week, so I didn't have classes on Thursday. But I've had to deal with my sister, Heather, who was sick with Strep Throat on Monday and Tuesday. Then I had to work on Wednesday and Thursday I just didn't do anything. Friday I got sick and I've been really sick ever since. So I haven't done any of my homework. That is a really bad thing. So, now I am off to doing my homework. Bully for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-8044414594573824999?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8044414594573824999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-to-do-my-homeworkahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8044414594573824999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8044414594573824999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-to-do-my-homeworkahhh.html' title='Have to do my homework...ahhh!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-1101291147223897324</id><published>2010-03-22T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T04:20:01.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep!</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. I've been sick and now I can't sleep. I took three melatonan and feel asleep very quickly, but I woke up around 3:30am and am still awake. I've been surfing the web, looking at different videos. I found an episode of Tyra about vampires. It's weird because there are these people that believe they are vampires. But all they are really doing is energy manipulation. The a women is talking right now about her ability to manipulate energy and she believes in Karma and whatnot. Some of what she talks about makes sense, but other things she says is just confused and weird. It's sad to see her be so confused about her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired!!!!!! I can't sleep. I'm staring at the clock and willing my eyes to get tired. But they won't!!!!!! Blah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-1101291147223897324?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1101291147223897324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1101291147223897324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1101291147223897324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-4031180759361547834</id><published>2010-02-26T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:15:41.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen Nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gordon Ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chef Ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Can't sleep...I HATE IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/S4jUaRSSVFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4vssSXWh5p4/s1600-h/gordon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442833697459033170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/S4jUaRSSVFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4vssSXWh5p4/s200/gordon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's almost one in the morning and I can't sleep. But I am in good company, I'm with Gordon Ramsey! I'm watching Kitchen Nightmares. I'm so in love with that show!!!!! I found it today and I haven't been able to stop watching. I feel like Gordon has a very big heart and don't dodge the truth. He's a little harsh, but he really cares about what happens with these resturants. I love hearing the cooks talk about how Gordon helped the resturant. But it suprises me that the cooks will say the things about him that they say. He's a world class chef and has three amazing resturants all over the world and has been renounded as the best chef in the world. The cooks are mostly jerks and think they know the best, completely ignoring or arguing with Gordon. If I had a chef like the in my kitchen, I would do everything I could to learn from him, especially if I liked cooking. Which I don't...if you didn't know. But normally they come around and love Gordon by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that bothered me at first was the amount of cussing. Chef Gordon says the F work and the S word all the time. But I think after watching like 7 episodes, I figured him out. He doesn't cuss when he is angry, he cusses all the time. When he's happy, when he's excited, when he's pissed...all the time. So, know I understand when he is talking when he's angry or when he's happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-4031180759361547834?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4031180759361547834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-sleepi-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4031180759361547834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4031180759361547834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-sleepi-hate-it.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep...I HATE IT!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/S4jUaRSSVFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4vssSXWh5p4/s72-c/gordon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-29196732552425791</id><published>2010-02-11T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:57:20.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay hopler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Squall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet'/><title type='text'>Jay Hopler in my class!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I really love my creative writing class. Today Jay Hopler came in and talked with us about writing and creating images. I'm sure you don't know who Jay Hopler is, I definatly didn't. Jay is a poet from SLC and I think DC, but I could be totally wrong. He writes these amazingly images that just grab you and refuse to let go. Below is a poem by him called Gardening. He told us the story behind the poem. He had gone into his family doctor and was told that everything he enjoyed eating he couldn't eat anymore and everything he enjoyed doing he couldn't do anymore. He was really depressed and the following poem came out. (Please note that I do not own this poem or anything associated with it. It is copywrited by Jay Hopler.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gardening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is one to do — when one has so little and so little to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward to? Today, I staked the tomatoes; tomorrow, it’s going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool, wet spring and everything rotten —.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your bones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wet gets in the soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit, whatever you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to call it, that pilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light we’re all so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of, and makes you wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad dim flame would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hiss-out — the water-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logged fronds of the tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palms dripping, the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging, sodden, on its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The thunder down its heavy leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lays and from the ruined garden by the lake a hazy murmuration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    lifts into the rain-lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air, blurs into the mists that swirl there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then settles in thin wing-swept breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the maidenhair —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I have an idea, let’s all live forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn’t rain tomorrow, maybe I’ll water the tea roses; maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll weed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he read this one to us, I fell in love! He had a few others that he read to us and I was enthralled with him and his ability to create images. I want to be like that. I asked him when he knew he wanted to be a poet and not just a writer. His response was a little sad, but very honest. He was in college and set on being the next Steven King. He had always loved the horror genre and had his mind set that he was going to become a fiction/horror writer. There was one problem...he coudln't write fiction. His professor said somthing to that effect, but that he wasn't too bad at poetry, maybe he should try that instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we should hunt down that professor and sing his/her praise! Because of that, Jay decided to go to poetry and what a treat! Everyone should go get his poetry and read it!  Here is a link to his website. Please go check it out! http://www.jayhopler.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-29196732552425791?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/29196732552425791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/jay-hopler-in-my-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/29196732552425791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/29196732552425791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/jay-hopler-in-my-class.html' title='Jay Hopler in my class!!!!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-4168111224830609324</id><published>2010-01-30T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:14:41.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tredmill'/><title type='text'>Great start this morning!</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning and went to work out! It felt really good, sweating and moving and pushing myself. It feels really good when I push myself and prove my own strength. Working hard on the tredmill is a great feeling! The funny thing is that it always seems that half of the tredmills don't work right. Either the tv's don't work or the tredmill itself isn't working. So it always takes three or four tries before I can start running. I've been doing intervals and I frickin' love it! Three times this week. But don't anyone get the idea that I like running, I just love pushing myself...but not for three hours. Like in the Ragnar Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I had three small Kondik pancakes with a 1/2 cup or egg white substitute. It was actally really filling and I really liked it! I've been collecting healthy recipes and putting them in my Recipe Keeper given to me by Momma Bell. It's been fun to read the recipes that are heatlhy because it makes me excited about making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now. Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-4168111224830609324?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4168111224830609324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-start-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4168111224830609324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4168111224830609324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-start-this-morning.html' title='Great start this morning!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-5502249583731406329</id><published>2010-01-28T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:08:05.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to handle stress</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be completely honest. I don't handle stress. This semester is kicking my trash and for some reason, this is making Weston angry with me because he picks up on my stressedness and starts snipping at me. It's really very annoying. I'm stressed already as it is. Does he have to get mad at me? Does that help? Absolutly not! But still, here we are in the living room arguing and not getting anywhere, at which point he walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting on the couch not handling stress well, trying to study for two different tests and he yips at me and walks away. It's very frustrating! So my question is what the crap do I do about this? I've tried a few different things to help relieve stress and none of them really do help. If I try to watch a movie, I think about the homework or studying I should be doing. If I read a book, I can't focus on the words or storyline. All the normal things that you would do to relieve stress don't seem to work for me. So what do I do? I can't just go around being angry with everyone and pissed about the fact that I have to take biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I really wanted to quit. I was ready to drop my Biology class and just call it good. But I knew that I would just have to take it again in the next few semesters, so I might as well deal with it and get it over and done with now. But it doesn't change the fact that I can't seem to get the concepts that are being taught. Plus the class is in a hot room in the middle of the afternoon right after lunch. Really? And they expect us to stay awake? So I fall sleep normally every class for just a little while and then I try my hardest to understand what's being said in the class when I just fell asleep for 10 minutes. Also I missed two classes this unit, so that totally puts me behind. Since it's a Tuesday Thursday class, missing two classes is like missing four in a normal week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better about my health class then I did before, but I am still kind of worried about the test tomorrow morning. I'm going to go workout, then going to take the test, then come home and study for the test in Bio. I'm still kind of angry with Weston, so maybe it's a good thing that I won't see him until I get home from work on Friday at 11:00pm. I'm sure that is a horrible thing to say about your husband, but I'm not to happy with him and I don't like that he gets all angry at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-5502249583731406329?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5502249583731406329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-handle-stress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5502249583731406329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5502249583731406329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-handle-stress.html' title='How to handle stress'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-408764717550732363</id><published>2010-01-28T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:46:18.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biggest loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Biggest Loser!</title><content type='html'>I don't normally watch the show Biggest Loser, but I started watching last night and oh my gosh!!!! I am addicted!!!!!!!! I watched all four episodes yesterday and a few from the previous seasons. I can't believe the way they lose so much weight in such a quick amount of time. But I have to say, for anyone that is watching the Biggest Loser, I had decided which groups I really hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RED GROUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That couple is so amazingly b*tchie! The woman is so horrible. I mean, there is competitive, but then there is just vindictive and viscious! In this last week, the red team won the challange and so they were given three disadvantages to give to other teams. Now that is a hard choice to make because it's hard to give people a disadvantage, but the woman...she was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three disadvantages;&lt;br /&gt;No access to the gym&lt;br /&gt;No elimination vote&lt;br /&gt;2 lb disadvantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave the no access to the gym to John, the guy that had the bad knee. That makes sense. The no elimination vote was given to Mike because there were a few people that had said some not so nice things about him the last week and they didn't want him to get back at them by eliminating them. That also makes sense. But then they gave the 2 lbs disadvantage to the green team and those two women are insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the part that I really didn't like was when they got into a huge fight about it in the gym when the whole group met with Jillian and Bob. Both Jillian and Bob had this like shocked look on their faces. But it was the green team has this horrible habit of becoming defensive and very agressive. They both don't every show their emotions and they feel like showing the emotion of sadness or pain is weakness. But when they are pissed about something, they diffinatly show it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it came down to the weight in, the green team went last. The red team had been immune because they had won the challenge. So when the green team got onto the scale and they had only lost 7 lbs, the women from the red team was literally &lt;strong&gt;Gloating!&lt;/strong&gt; She is a total b*tch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still very addicted to the show and I love watching the amazing leaps and bounds that they make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-408764717550732363?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/408764717550732363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/biggest-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/408764717550732363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/408764717550732363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-4642302807742307008</id><published>2010-01-09T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:13:20.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday</title><content type='html'>So my goals are going well, well...maybe not amazing, but well. I haven't read much in my scriptures. But I did go workout three times this week. I made dinner once this week and I thought about my novel, I didn't really work on it, but hey its all the same. But I feel like I started this year out well. So go team me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-4642302807742307008?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4642302807742307008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4642302807742307008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4642302807742307008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-saturday.html' title='Another Saturday'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-8130419349370731841</id><published>2010-01-04T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:45:46.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scriptures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>A whole new year, A whole new...me?</title><content type='html'>The beginnings of things are always amazing. There is the feeling of possibility, endless possibility. Anything can happen. I could actually learn to cook. I could finish my book and find an Agent. I could loose weight. Anything. So my goals for this new year are going to be as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose 30. lbs by August&lt;br /&gt;Finish my novel&lt;br /&gt;Learn to cook&lt;br /&gt;Read my scriptures everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work out this morning and I've started a counter for my weight loss. I'm going to track my weight loss everyday on the counter. Also my five year reunion is coming up, in August, and I really want to look my best. Hopefully I can loose the 30 lbs a lot sooner then August. Then I can keep loosing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started working on my novel again. I wrote half a scene a few days ago and I'm getting all reared up and ready to go again. But of course that has to happen right when school starts again. But I am taking one creative writing class, so I'm going to be using my creative juices every day. But I have made a promise to myself that I will have it at least 3/4 of the way finished by the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Julie and Julia and I feel like I really need to start cooking. Even though I'm not up to the Julia Child level, I want to start cooking. Plus I feel like I need to start acting more like a wife. I never cook or clean and I need to start learning how. A really long talk with Mom made me really understand that my responsabilities in the home are very important and that they will only get harder when we have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year my family gives Jesus a gift for christmas and every year I forget what my gift was. So this year it is to read my scriptures every. It's always really hard for me to read everyday. I don't know why because I love my God and my Christ, I should be able to do that one thing. I am not going to slack this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go this coming year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-8130419349370731841?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8130419349370731841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-new-year-whole-newme.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8130419349370731841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8130419349370731841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-new-year-whole-newme.html' title='A whole new year, A whole new...me?'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-3091101204927524714</id><published>2010-01-01T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:49:48.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weston Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new carpet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hayley Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><title type='text'>The Day of the Great Flood</title><content type='html'>When you wake up the day after Christmas, you expect your day to go as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay in bed for a while&lt;br /&gt;Eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Play with presents&lt;br /&gt;Watch movie&lt;br /&gt;Eat lunch/dinner&lt;br /&gt;Read a book&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you don't expect is to hear your husband at 9:00am saying;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh crap! Um babe...the downstairs is flooded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've been in this situation, there really aren't any words to discribe the feeling you have when you hear those words. I came tearing down the stairs and sure enough, there was an inch and a half of water in the whole downstairs. Everything was completely soaked! I stared at the floor in shock. I really couldn't say anything. Finally when I came back to myself, I called our landlord. She promised to come over a soon as she could, but seeing as she lives in Lehi, UT, I didn't expect her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Weston and I got started on moving everything we could out of the downstairs up into my office. At first we were just doing an assembly line like thing where he would hand me things and I would take them up to the office. But he was taking so long with some things that I finally got my feet wet, literally. We could only really move the blue armchair, the dinning table, and the cherry wood coffee table. Everything else had to stay because it was to heavy or to awkward to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to make the day even better, I got a call at 10:17am from work calling me in because it was really busy. I throw my phone down and kind of stand in the middle of my torn apart bedroom and have a momentary meltdown. Great, just great. Finally, I pull it together and I change and leave for work. It was amazing, because when I got there, only half of the parking lot was full. I could feel the angry trying to rear it's ugly black head up into my face. With the courage of a knight of old, I forced it down and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the carpet is all gone and there is an island of furniture in the center of the large room that we have to walk around all the time. We've pretty much been living at mom and dad's house for the last few days, which I'm am so sure mom loves. But Weston has been pretty happy because he gets to play on my fathers account for World of War Craft. Needless to say, I've been ignored since we woke up on this first day of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do get new carpet tomorrow which I am crazy excited for! This place has needed new carpet for close to 20 years. No joke. It's greasy and matted down to itself, old and it doesn't clean well. Out of that though, I think it's the fact that there are like 3 different types of carpet in the apartment. One for the downstairs, one on the stairs and the hall and another for the bedrooms. It's a total mess. It has and does drive me crazy. We thought that maybe, just maybe, they would decide now was a good time to replace all the carpet in the apartment, but alas no. But at least we will have good, new carpet in the downstairs. That's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-3091101204927524714?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3091101204927524714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-of-great-flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3091101204927524714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3091101204927524714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-of-great-flood.html' title='The Day of the Great Flood'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-1028322163104104718</id><published>2009-12-16T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:24:30.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals are Done!</title><content type='html'>Finals are all done. Thank frickin' heavens! I think I did a good job, but I won't find out until Tuesday. Heres to waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-1028322163104104718?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1028322163104104718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals-are-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1028322163104104718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1028322163104104718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals-are-done.html' title='Finals are Done!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-1524401482788381132</id><published>2009-12-15T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:55:44.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the test! :|</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the Astronomy test. I'm nervous!!! I am taking a quick break from studying and blogging about my day. Work was crazy!! I want to hit all those procrastinators that are horrible and don't get their books a month before Christmas. They make so much work for us at Barns and Noble. The ones I think are funny are the ones that act like we should know just the book they are looking for even though they themselves don't have the title, the author or even what the book is about. It cracks me up sometimes how many people act like we should know every book every published in every store in American. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I left there was a massive stack of books at the Customer Service desk waiting for the replacements. I felt kind of bad...okay only for like one second though. HEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to studying. Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-1524401482788381132?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1524401482788381132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-is-test.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1524401482788381132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1524401482788381132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-is-test.html' title='Tomorrow is the test! :|'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-5427428468863318757</id><published>2009-12-09T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:36:48.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethics and Values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UVU'/><title type='text'>An A on Ethics and Values!!</title><content type='html'>I took my Ethics and Values final today and guess what? I got an A! How exciting is that? So it looks like that class and my Eng. 2010 class and my American Lit class I'll have A's in but we'll have to wait and see on my Astro 1040 class. The review went well, but as the questions got to later chapters, I seemed to have forgotten more and more. So it looks like I will need to study quiet a bit in the last few chapters to make sure I get a good grade. We calculated what I would need to get on the final to have an A in that class and it was a 93.2% to pull my grade from the 86.8% it currently is at. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Hayley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-5427428468863318757?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5427428468863318757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/a-on-ethics-and-values.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5427428468863318757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5427428468863318757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/a-on-ethics-and-values.html' title='An A on Ethics and Values!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-516576392040988718</id><published>2009-12-08T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:22:26.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>So Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince comes out today and Weston won't let me go get it. I have to wait until Christmas. Blah! I am neither a patient or calm person and I really would like to have it today, now, yesterday would have been better. But because I love him and I want him to be happy, I will not go get it. Oh well...I guess I can wait a few weeks to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't work out today. Well, thats not that big of a suprise, but I am trying to loose weight so, getting up in the morning is imperative. But Weston is making some homemade black beans and they are really good, but I just learned something. Do not open a pressure cooker when it is still pressurized. So this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston leaves for school and I sit down to finish writing my blog and get to my paper when I hear this really strange sound coming from the kitchen. So I get up to check it out, and find the cooker is over flowing with black water. So I don't know what to do as I have never dealt with a pressure cooker before. So I freak and open the cooker because stuff is coming out everywhere. What happens when you open the can of a largely pressurized container? It explodes! Big Suprise! So I screach and yell and drop everything and push my hands under cold running water. The I call Weston and nearly yell at him. Just because I burned myself. Yea that's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now there is black water and sludge on the floor, ceiling, walls and stove. Yea, now my hands are burning and its hard for me to type. It's annoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-516576392040988718?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/516576392040988718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/516576392040988718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/516576392040988718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-214143194315160760</id><published>2009-12-07T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:24:42.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy posting</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted since October? Holy crap! So there are quiet a few things that have happened since then. Trevor got married to his solemate the week before Thanksgiving and we couldn't be more happy for them. They are so cute and work so well together, its like God hand picked her for him. This is the last week of school. YEA! I am so excited! And then there is almost 3 whole weeks of no school before the next semester starts. This semester I should end pretty strong. Mostly A's and B's. Both my English classes I will get an A in and in my Ethics class should be an A or A- and then my Astronomy class should be a B or B-. Its been exciting, but I am already tired of school. And money is always a problem. But recently more so. We thought we had $500 in our savings account and it turned out to be a banking error. So instead of getting Weston and really great present, we get to do a dollar store christmas. But it's not about what we get eachother, but the time we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas is going to be fun. We're spending it with my family and together. We're going to hang at my family's for Christmas Eve and then have Christmas morning together. We're trying to get together a tradition for our family that neither Weston's or mine already do.  I think we should make cookies, like sugar cookies and chocolate chip and peanut butter and chocolate. But we'll need to find the recipes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-214143194315160760?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/214143194315160760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/214143194315160760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/214143194315160760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-posting.html' title='Holy posting'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-6951052931404838264</id><published>2009-10-03T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:14:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Temple Announcement</title><content type='html'>I can't believe a Temple will be made in Brigham City!!!!! That's going to be so exciting! I never thought that would happen! Especially since there are two temples really close to it, Ogden and Logan. I'm really excited for the temple though. That's going to be great!!! Yea!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-6951052931404838264?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6951052931404838264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/conference-temple-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/6951052931404838264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/6951052931404838264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/conference-temple-announcement.html' title='Conference Temple Announcement'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-5661853016302259464</id><published>2009-09-29T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:09:14.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Stress and the American Family</title><content type='html'>We have finally reached the point were we both, Weston and I, feel like we can't continue going forward at the rate we are at. You know that point. Most people call it the breaking point...well I call it that too. I came into the bed room yesterday morning after I had finished my normal morning routine and Weston was laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;      "I can't do it anymore." He said. I knew what he was talking about and I sat down next to him. "I can't do school and work and studying with no time for me. I just can't do it." I leaned over and rested my head against his chest. An arm came around me and pulled me in tight.&lt;br /&gt;      "I know honey. It's okay." We sat in silence for a little while, both of us thinking about what he had just said. "What do you want to do?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;      "I think I'm going to cut back at work by 10 hours or so. They don't need me to work full time, so it would be a good idea anyway." I nodded my understanding and gave him a quick kiss.&lt;br /&gt;      "Okay then. I'm alright with that if that's what you want to do."&lt;br /&gt;      So he went in yesterday to his boss and told him that he was going to be cutting back his hours and that he was going to start the new schedule asap. His boss was okay with that, so he starts his new schedule today. It's nice because now we have Saturdays together!! I'm excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;       I have two exams coming up in my American Lit class and my Astonomy class. I'm a little nervous about the Astro. exam. It's not my strongest class to say the least. Last exam I got an 64 % which after the curve became and 80% and I got a B-, but still. I was really really upset when I saw that score. I wanted to kill the little monitor on the wall of the testing center that told me my score. Just rip it right off the wall. But I didn't. So this next exam I really hope I do better on.&lt;br /&gt;      I've got to go to the temple now, but I will write more later. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-5661853016302259464?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5661853016302259464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress-and-american-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5661853016302259464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5661853016302259464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress-and-american-family.html' title='Stress and the American Family'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-3419728123225193570</id><published>2009-09-05T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:09:58.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Minds</title><content type='html'>So I totally found a new TV show that I love!!!!!! It's called Criminal Minds and it's about the FBI Behavior Analyse Unit. It's an amazing show, the psycology of the serial killers is facinating and slightly scary. It's done a good job of making me casous though. I don't ever walk alone anywhere anymore and I make sure I don't open the door very wide if I don't know who it is. Last night I thought I heard two gun shots at about 11:00pm. I looked out the window and saw the neighbor look out their windows too. Weston told me that I needed to stop watching shows about cops and whatnot. But I still feel like something might have happened. A few months ago in the middle of the night at like 2 am we heard a bloodcurtling scream. It makes me a little nervous, but we've never had any problems here before, not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started last week. I'm taking English 2010, American Lit 2520, Ethics and Values and Astronomy. I haven't been in school for 4 years and so its been kind of hard to get back into the groove of things. The amount of reading that I have to do is very frustrating. Lets be totally honest, what people really want to read 35 pages about the star positions in the sky? Well I guess thats kind of a stupid question, there are lots of people that like that kind of stuff. Just not me.  My phil class, Ethic and Values, is...interesting to say the least. The professor is really different, competely dissorganized and all over the place. He'll stop mid-sentence not knowing what he was talking about and he'll ask us. It's really weird. American Lit is good/bad. I enjoy reading the stories and talking about them, but my professor is so very liberal and makes a point to push it into our faces. It's kind of frustrating for me because its not an appropriate place to come back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really liked being back at school though. There have been a few problems with financial aid. The funding isn't going to come through for another week or so. I'm going to have to pay some to keep my classes until the financial aid comes through. The annoying thing about it was that the girl I talked to didn't seem to care one bit about the fact that my money wasn't going to come through. People really bother me sometimes. Oh well, it's not the worst thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-3419728123225193570?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3419728123225193570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/criminal-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3419728123225193570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3419728123225193570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/criminal-minds.html' title='Criminal Minds'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-1039868970703116711</id><published>2009-08-24T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:15:16.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland and Hawaii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SpLwf7Id9yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lw7BmMM9uos/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SpLwf7Id9yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lw7BmMM9uos/s320/DSC00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373621736646244130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I haven't posted in a while, but I am now!!!!! I feel very accomplished today. I went to the library and got a parking pass at UVU (I'm scared to start school at Wednesday!). I went to Platos Closet and was disappointed because they only bought 2 things for $3.20. That was sad. I was expecting more, like maybe them taking my Abcerombi and Fitch shirt, but they didn't. Weird!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii and Disneyland was amazing! Hawaii was one of those amazing experiences that will be kind of hard to top. The first day there, literally right from the airport, we went to the most beautiful beach I have ever seen! We jumped right into the water and it was like being wrapped in a huge soft blanket. I had so much fun and I saw my very first crab! It was black and totally blended in with the rock around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went scuba diving. I had never been before and it was fun, but kind of scary. I got nervous when it got really shallow. I would kind of freak out and swim into deeper water like a crazy person. But we did see a Sea Turtle and we took a picture with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to a luau. 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Yea for me! I'm going to have a movie marathon with my parents. I'm pretty frickin excited! We're going to go see Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, Star Trek (again), and Fighting, though I don't think my mother will want to go see that one very much! Then Weston and I are going to have dinner and he is going to tell me what we are doing this weekend. I'm pretty frickin' excited! Wait, I think I said that already! hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-7591566017313647662?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7591566017313647662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-b-day-hayley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/7591566017313647662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/7591566017313647662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-b-day-hayley.html' title='Happy B-Day Hayley!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-7036850985513561707</id><published>2009-04-05T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:46:22.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><title type='text'>Conference</title><content type='html'>Conference was amazing!!! Weston and I were watching my niece Sierra at her house. It was kind of weird to be there with Weston at Heather and Ryan's. The last time we were at their house overnight we weren't married and I couldn't sleep with him in one bed. But now we could and it was kind of weird. I was pretty excited to watch her. I was worried that I would start to get sick of the baby, but I haven't yet. She's a delight to watch, when she's not tired. Once she gets tired, thats when its time to put her to bed. She's pretty much adorable. She always brings things to us to look at then takes them back immediatly. It's so cute! She also makes this really cute squel noise. I really love watching her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference itself was really great. It weird because some of the time I watch and I'm completely focused, and others I'm about to fall asleep. Its hard for me to stay awake, its really frustrating. I want to stay awake, I want to stay focused but sometimes it's hard for me. But on the talks I was awake for were all amazing. The talk by Elder Bednar was really amazing. The fact that he came right out and said that those that have not been going to the temple need to repent and start to go again. It was really amazing! Weston and I looked at each other with a little shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Elder Oaks talk about self sacrefice. It was amazing! I really felt the need to start helping people. I love how the talks are always what we need to hear. Like the economy, faith, missonary work...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our Phrophet. He is an amazing man, full of love and gentle words. But he is not to timid to say what needs to be said. He says the most amazing things, warnings to the people, giving love and hope as well as warning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-7036850985513561707?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7036850985513561707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/7036850985513561707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/7036850985513561707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference.html' title='Conference'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-8566170405820233505</id><published>2009-03-18T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:38:12.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excersize'/><title type='text'>Working out!</title><content type='html'>Weston and I started working out and OH MY GOSH!! I frickin hate Weston for exactly an hour every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he had me do a half hour of cardio, no big deal, but then made me do pull ups and arm dips. My arms already hurt because of the bicep curls that he had made me do on Monday, but they feel like they are going to fall off today! Then he had me do a few leg things which weren't so bad. I had done those exercises before and I actually liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Weston is going to kill me! But my body is going to look like Beyonce's or J Lo's. I'm pretty frickin' excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-8566170405820233505?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8566170405820233505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8566170405820233505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8566170405820233505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-out.html' title='Working out!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-8318762334150286838</id><published>2009-03-10T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:00:44.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate TEENAGE BOYS!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I have to be completely honest, I HATE TEENAGE BOYS! For those of you that don't understand why I say this, let me explain. About a week ago I get a random text message from a number I didn't recognize talking about a Kyler person. I answer back telling them who I was and that I didn't know who he was talking about. He then proceeds to text me telling me that I have to be the person he was trying to contact. I continue to tell him that I have no idea who he is looking for. I don't get anything for a few minutes then I get a text that is not just suggestive, but completely disgusting. I immediatly text him back and told him that if I ever got a text from him again I would report him to the authories. He called me, HE CALLED ME!!!! I answered and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want?" Silence. "You're not going to talk? Real mature!" Then I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He text me right back and asked who I was. I told him for a second time and told him never to contact me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston then called him and in the normal male, husband fashion defended me and told the kid never to contact me again or mesures would be taked. I didn't hear anything again from him until the next day at which he called me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry! Wrong number." Yea, like I believed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing Saturday, Sunday or Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this afternoon I get a text saying nearly exactly what the kid before had said from a different number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediatly called the police. I wasn't going to deal with this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe it. The kid had told Weston that he was only 15 and somehow that made him get away with acting that way. I DON'T FRICKING THINK SO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry that this kid thought it was okay to say things like that, to think it was funny and to continue doing it when I explictaly told him that it was not okay and that I would take legal measures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why I don't like teenage boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is going to get the full extent of the law! I really don't like him!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-8318762334150286838?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8318762334150286838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-teenage-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8318762334150286838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8318762334150286838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-teenage-boys.html' title='I Hate TEENAGE BOYS!!!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-4393622091823535933</id><published>2009-02-08T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:31:52.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>What's the point? Writing about how I am angry isn't going to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-4393622091823535933?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4393622091823535933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4393622091823535933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/4393622091823535933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-9112266399805611221</id><published>2009-01-14T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:11:51.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing is hard!!!</title><content type='html'>So one of my New Years Resolutions is to have my book completely finished by the end of the year. Gally copies out, edits done etc... Well I'm beginning to feel like this is going to much harder then I had first anticipated. While I am still really excited about moving ahead, I am also going to have to work very hard. And for those of you that know me, you know that I am going to have ruff go of it. I'm not use to working hard on just one thing at a time. But I am determined to do it. I will do it. I refuse to fail. I'll keep you posted on how that all goes for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-9112266399805611221?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9112266399805611221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/9112266399805611221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/9112266399805611221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-is-hard.html' title='Writing is hard!!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-2120849165860929679</id><published>2009-01-10T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:08:56.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing in India!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, let's say you have a problem with your computer. Let's say that you call the Tech Support number on the website for the computer company (cough cough, Dell). But let's say that this company outsources this Tech Support team after 5:00pm to India where the accents of the workers remind you of Apu Nahasapeemapetilon from the Simpsons about to ask if you want a slurrpi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all joking aside, this has happened to hundreds of us with different electrical objects. Computers, DVD players, phones etc... This time it was Weston's computer. He contracted a Trojan Viris. Since he got it he cannot open up his computer except in Safe Mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called Dell's Tech Support thinking that these people could help us with our little problem. And let me tell you. I HATE DELL!!!!!!!!!!!! So first Weston get's on with someone in America who understands English. It all starts out good. He gets on Westons computer remotly and lets him know that he has a Trojan Viris on his computer (like we didn't know already.) Then he says that he would love to take the viris off his computer for a small fee of...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;$200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yea $200 for them to take a viris off of a computer that was still under warrenty. So he had already paid $1,500 for the computer and now if he wanted to take the viris off for $200. Talk about a rip off! It's so stupid. Then they transfered Westons 3 times, each back and forth between two different departments and each time he was given to some one that obviously was only taught the English language for certain situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and 5 transferes later and the workers basically calling him a lier, Weston finally hung up on one of the guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-2120849165860929679?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2120849165860929679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/outsourcing-in-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2120849165860929679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2120849165860929679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/outsourcing-in-india.html' title='Outsourcing in India!!!!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-8997855571515156371</id><published>2008-12-28T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:57:16.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Vacation!!</title><content type='html'>Christmas was great!!! Here's how the whole thing went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to my parents house at about 3. It was so nice to just be with my parents. Trevor got there shortly after we did, so we just sat and talked while Weston and I got our room together. Trevors doing some really cool stuff with his music, getting connected with some great people. It's exciting to be a part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner that night, the customary Papa Murphys Pizza. I really love Papa Murphys! My family always has this one concoctions, vegitarian with chicken garlic. It's really very amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we played a new game Trevor taught us. It's called Silent Football. It's all done with hand movements and keywords and noises. It was really funny! It's one of those games that always ends with everyone in fits of laughter. Mom didn't have the head for it. She would start laughing and never stop. It was histerical! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the Christmas Cantata. The normal Christmas Eve tradition. It's a singing/speaking musical piece that speaks of Christ's birth in the New World and the Old World. It's a beautiful piece of music written by Lex Diasivato (?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played games for hours, literally. We were up until 3 in the morning playing this new game a lot like Dominos. You match up tiles to make roads, cities and things like that. It was really fun! Weston won. It was nice. We played and laughed and talked. It was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was fun. Mom and Janelle were up when I got up. They were looking at pictures from Christmas's past. The pictures were like a walk through memory lane. Pictures from when I played Mary in the reenactment of the birth story. Pictures of my father as Santa, while I still believed in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new scraper, a new straightener, $40 gift card to Victoria's Secret (from my wonderful Husand!) I also got the amazing gift of two tickets to the show Wicked in April!!!!!! When I opened the present I start to cry and scream! It was pretty funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disappointed when I thought that I wasn't going to get to go see Wicked when it came. The tickets went on sale and I was very upset about it. Weston and I didn't have the money to get them. But lo and behold! My mother bought them for me! It was one of the best Christmas presents ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had a great Christmas, a wonderful first Christmas with my new husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-8997855571515156371?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8997855571515156371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8997855571515156371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/8997855571515156371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-vacation.html' title='Christmas Vacation!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-5745018967656933113</id><published>2008-12-08T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:07:21.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is almost here!!</title><content type='html'>With the state of the economy I have a very good idea that Christmas is going to be very slim this year. For the White family, we're all just pulling names from a hat for the gift exchange. Well Heather is pulling the names from a hat and telling us who is assigned to who. Thank you Heather for that lack of responsability for us! It's nice! It's going to be pretty fun because this is Weston and mines first Christmas together. We have 2 different ornaments that say 'Our First Christmas-2008'. I really like having that.&lt;br /&gt;We started getting the Christmas decorations up in the apartment. We spent all of Sunday trying to get the tree working. We got one of those pre lit trees that are supposed to be 'easy' to use, helpful because we don't have to do much with it but set it up. Here's the thing though, they never work the way you want them too. We got it all set up and everything plugged in and over half the lights don't work. I just kind of stared at the tree like I was going to kill it! Weston then proceeded to take every light off of every branch so that we can put up new lights that actually work. What a novel idea, lights that work!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tis the season not the kill you tree or hit the Santa outside of Walmart! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-5745018967656933113?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5745018967656933113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-almost-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5745018967656933113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/5745018967656933113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-almost-here.html' title='Christmas is almost here!!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-1255328944929032978</id><published>2008-12-02T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:19:00.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Wife-Loving Husband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This past weekend was Thanksgiving as you all know. Weston and I went to his parents house to spent it with them and also hold the Open House for our wedding. Thanksgiving was great! His mother is such an amazing cook! She make Turkey, stuffing, gravy, pie, yams, all the traditional stuff! Her turkey was so good, it almost melted in my mouth while I ate it. My parents were also there so on Friday after turkey day we went to see a movie and went to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;The movie we went to was Twilight, well mom and I watched Twilight. Weston and Dad watched Transporter 3. Now this was the 4th time I had seen Twilight. I absolutly loved it! All 4 times!!!! I think the relationship they created with Edward and Bella was perfect. The long shots with the camera capturing the intensity of the characters were amazing. I love Kristen Stewart, so that is always exciting. Plus I think Robert Pattensin (?) is totally hot! But my Weston bore through it with me. He went at midnight with me, waited in line and stayed with me the whole time. He was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The Open House was great! We were afraid I wasn't going to fit into my dress that night. We tried it on in the morning and it fit pretty well. Come 6:30 when I put it on though, it was a little tight. But it fit and I was able to fit into it. It was really great! There were quiet a few more people at this one then the Reception in Brigham City. Weston apparently is more popular then I am. But we got some really great gifts, so that was great.&lt;br /&gt;His parents worked so hard on the Open House, doing the tables and the food and the decorations. I tried to help as much as I could, but there wasn't much I could do to help. Weston was a total trooper! He helped in every way he could, moving things, shoving thingsi nto the ground etc... I really married an amazing guy!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures soon! Hugs and kisses!&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/5112463488542371511-1255328944929032978?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1255328944929032978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-wife-loving-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1255328944929032978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/1255328944929032978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-wife-loving-husband.html' title='Crazy Wife-Loving Husband!'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-2480864150626829439</id><published>2008-11-17T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:07:46.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight/My Book/ Weston's Classes</title><content type='html'>This blog is about a few different things, hence the title. First TWILIGHT!!!!!! I'm such a fan of Twilight. I started reading it at the beginning of 07 and in 2 days I had read both Twilight and New Moon. It was so capturing and amazing that I sped through it! But since then I have felt like some kind connection with Stephenie Meyer because we both have a lot of things in common. We're both writers, specificaly vampire novels, we're both LDS, and now that I'm writing that I'm finding we didn't have that much in common, but I frickin' love her!!! But the new movie comes out and I'm so excited about going to see it. I bought tickets to Twilight last monday and there were only 4 showings left. Out of like 12 screens!! It was insane! Weston and I are going to be going right after work so that we can get a good seat. I'm pretty freaking excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started writing again. YEA!! I'm so happy that I've gotten back in the groove. Its been a few months because of the Wedding and what not. But now I'm back and I'm finding something interesting. I'm getting impatient! I want to get the book out faster then I am, but I can only write so much every day. It almost like I'm reading this book instead of writing it. The ideas have really started to come out and are just throwing me back into it. It's so exciting. Mom has started to give the first two chapters to people and I get a little scared because I don't know if people are going to like it. I worry because when I give my chapters to people to read I almost am giving myself to someone to read. It's weird, I know. But I should be done with Chapter 3 this week and hopefully a lot of chapter 4. Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston is doing well in classes. He didn't know that the testing center at BYU closed at 4:00pm on Saturday. He had to do the test from Thursday to Saturday. And I'm sure you can guess, he got to the testing center late, 5:30pm late. The whole weekend we worried because we didn't know whether or not the teacher could get him in to take it on Monday. So no matter what we did, that loomed over us all weekend. I called him today on a break of mine at work to find out the verdict. He answered the phone and I immediatly asked, 'So, could you do it?' He pause for dramatic effect, then said 'I just finished it.' I seriously wanted to shoot him! But I was really happy that he didn't have take a 0 or have to take the class over because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-2480864150626829439?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2480864150626829439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilightmy-book-westons-classes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2480864150626829439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/2480864150626829439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilightmy-book-westons-classes.html' title='Twilight/My Book/ Weston&apos;s Classes'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5112463488542371511.post-3526410995506388000</id><published>2008-10-29T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:49:55.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week of marriage</title><content type='html'>This first week of marriage has been everything and nothing like I thought it would be. The wedding itself was wonderful! I was so nervous the morning of, but it seemed that Weston was too because he got lost on the way to my sisters house where I was staying. The first time in our whole relationship that he got lost and it was on our wedding day. It was crazy! I was so stressed out the morning of the wedding that I had to keep reminding myself that it didn't matter and all that mattered was that we got there and were together. The temple wasn't going anywhere. By the time we got there my nerves really kicked in, but more because I was excited then actually nervous.&lt;br /&gt;             The ceremony was beautiful. When we went up into the room to have the sealing, we saw the family. Weston's family was sitting on the left and my family was on the right. I was suprised to see some of the people that I saw. But it was wonderful to see everyone there to support us and love us. What the sealer said was really great. He talked about being commited to eachother and showing that we loved eachother every day. I think it was really great advice. He also talked a little bit about physical intimacy, but I don't think he needed to. Weston and I could hardly keep our hands off each other. Yea, it's crazy. To quote my brother Garrett&lt;br /&gt;" I have never seen any couple with more passion then you two."&lt;br /&gt;             Getting ready after the ceremony and dressing in my wedding dress I was so nervous because I didn't know if Weston would react the way I wanted him too. I did my makeup again and Danielle, who was amazing at my hair, fixed my hair and then I was ready. I stopped outside of the hall where Weston was. I did a quick peak around the corner and Weston was looking and jumped up to meet me. I pulled back and took one last quick breath then moved around the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks, did a really fast little dance jumping thing then came half running down the hall. It was so sweet! I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;               Our reception came and went in a blur, but I remember loving it. It was wonderful. The band was really good. They played awsome music and also made me sing. Yea . . . like I was excited about that. No. But it was fun. The whole thing was just great.&lt;br /&gt;              Our honeymoon was amazing! The Armstrong Mansion was amazing. I never wanted to leave. But truth be told I really liked the June Bride room better then the October Hallow. It was to dark in the October Hallow during the day. It kept me really tired all the time. We ate total junk food and I absolutly loved it! YEA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;             But since coming home from the B&amp;amp;B I've been really stressed. Money, job, book etc . . . But the best thing about it all is that I get to wake each morning to my Husband/Bestfriend every morning and go to sleep every night in his arms. Having him hold me make me feel as if the world has stopped and nothing bad can touch me becuase he will fight them all off. He also does the cutest things! I think things are cute when they shouldn't be. Like him yawning and making the growling sound. The way he touches me everytime he walks by. It's all so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;               I went and used some of our gift certificates from Bed Bath and Beyond to get somethings for the bathroom. We needed a rug and a toothbrush holder and a new back brush. The bristles of our old one were starting to come out. That's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;                It's kind of weird to be buying things for our apartment. It feels so natural to me, but at the same time, I feel like I'm living in a foggy cloud right now. Those of you that are married must know how that feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5112463488542371511-3526410995506388000?l=thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3526410995506388000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-week-of-marriage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3526410995506388000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5112463488542371511/posts/default/3526410995506388000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestonbellfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-week-of-marriage.html' title='The first week of marriage'/><author><name>Weston and Hayley Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134669419024288855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT4pP2T2h8g/SevYXnpwWOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dYn3NZIoJiU/S220/Hayley+%26+Weston+(on+step)'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
