<?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-6866455353522809751</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:13:40.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Naomi Stewart!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-1089519671141688544</id><published>2009-06-12T15:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:37:55.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baddley In Love...And Married Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SjLKa5uYxxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/tNoon5izxP4/s1600-h/Bridal+%28110%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SjLKa5uYxxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/tNoon5izxP4/s200/Bridal+%28110%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346558271162992402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for all of you who actually follow my blog and read my posts, this is the very last one that will be written on naomistewart.blogspot.com. Jason and I have a new one that you should check out. It's currently under construction, however the posts are still viewable and readable. So enjoy! Find it at &lt;a href="http://baddleyinlove.blogspot.com"&gt;baddleyinlove.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-1089519671141688544?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1089519671141688544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=1089519671141688544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/1089519671141688544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/1089519671141688544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/06/baddley-in-loveand-married-finally.html' title='Baddley In Love...And Married Finally!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SjLKa5uYxxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/tNoon5izxP4/s72-c/Bridal+%28110%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-4226784145581572779</id><published>2009-05-27T22:16:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:00:56.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Party 2009!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pics from tonight's little rendezvous with my beautiful princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes and make-up are always essentials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4Se_wbUAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zIEm_N6o8PQ/s1600-h/CIMG1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4Se_wbUAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zIEm_N6o8PQ/s400/CIMG1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340726531827912706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4UKyhWgGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/qM5Q55tyyoA/s1600-h/CIMG1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4UKyhWgGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/qM5Q55tyyoA/s400/CIMG1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340728383700893794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New best-friends...We missed you Alison and Mariah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4Vksjx5TI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wuIE23UD0ZE/s1600-h/CIMG1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4Vksjx5TI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wuIE23UD0ZE/s400/CIMG1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340729928288691506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4V82XJWZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/A2qpSkhVos8/s1600-h/CIMG1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4V82XJWZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/A2qpSkhVos8/s400/CIMG1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340730343236917650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-4226784145581572779?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/4226784145581572779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=4226784145581572779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4226784145581572779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4226784145581572779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/05/princess-party-2009.html' title='Princess Party 2009!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sh4Se_wbUAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zIEm_N6o8PQ/s72-c/CIMG1553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-1258280184490087176</id><published>2009-05-26T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:25:10.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3.5 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Shyyhx4SukI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ycbgY8xT68I/s1600-h/Bridal+%28101%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Shyyhx4SukI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ycbgY8xT68I/s400/Bridal+%28101%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340339551549438530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so surreal that we are only days away from being sealed for time and all eternity.  We have scheduled ourselves such that we aren't going to see each other very much in the next three days.  It'll be hard but it'll be better than the alternative.  Being engaged, so close to the actual date, is so much harder than I gave it credit being single, hearing my friends talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with only three days left, we still have the last minute details to iron out, so we'll see how that goes in the next couple of days!  Tomorrow night is the ever anticipated Princess Party where Kaylee and Kami will become princesses all night, eating princess pizza, decorating princess cupcakes, putting on princess make-up, and watching a princess movie: Enchanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Jason and I will be going to get our marriage license and then he'll be hitting the books again while I move all of my stuff out of my current apartment.  In the evening, my roommates and I are going to live it up one more "single" time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, my Grandma Stewart from Oregon will come down with my mom to go out to lunch with Jason and I and visit Ray at Costa Vida.  It should be a really fun day.  Then Julie and I will drive to Melissa's house for a little bachelorette party in my honor.  We'll probably watch a major chic-flic and eat lots of chocolate!  Good diet for a bride the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday, the blessed day will finally be here!  I just hope that I will be able to live in the moment and take every little whim of the day in!  I pray that it won't just go by quickly without internalizing every moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-1258280184490087176?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1258280184490087176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=1258280184490087176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/1258280184490087176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/1258280184490087176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/05/35-days-and-counting.html' title='3.5 days and counting...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Shyyhx4SukI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ycbgY8xT68I/s72-c/Bridal+%28101%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-5359627626796156338</id><published>2009-05-23T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:10:38.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about time flying...One week left!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  My bridals are up online at our photographer's website so you should all check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to &lt;a href="www.heatherclarkphotography.com"&gt;www.heatherclarkphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Click on "HTML site"&lt;br /&gt;3) Click on "Client Proofs"&lt;br /&gt;4) Password: "naomistewart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and let me know what you think!  I hope to see you all at the reception!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-5359627626796156338?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5359627626796156338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=5359627626796156338&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5359627626796156338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5359627626796156338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/05/talk-about-time-flyingone-week-left.html' title='Talk about time flying...One week left!!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-8941414901381309529</id><published>2009-04-14T19:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:16:10.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies When Your Engaged!</title><content type='html'>First I wanted to share how thoughtful and caring Jason is.  One day at work I was having a particularly bad day.  Nothing happened specifically, it was just a bad day.  I mentioned something about it to him over text during the day and he was compassionate, as much as a text can portray.  But then when I got home I walked up the steps to my apartment and I found a white Gerber Daisy waiting on the doorstep for me with a card that said I Love You.  I just about cried.  It wasn't the flower, nor was it the actual card, but it was the thought behind it.  He's so aware of me and how I'm feeling and what would make me happy.  It's amazing to be engaged.  Every day I love him more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SeVC5NUamQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wS_JmvB8B1U/s1600-h/CIMG1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SeVC5NUamQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wS_JmvB8B1U/s400/CIMG1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324735685030746370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, and the most exciting, pertinent news is that we received the clearance letter yesterday.  We have been waiting for this letter for about a month.  Without this letter we were unable to schedule the temple, so when it didn't arrive the week after General Conference, Jason and I decided to fast specifically for it to come.  We fasted last Friday (April 3rd) and went to the temple.  We found peace there and assurance that Heavenly Father knew the anxiety we were feeling in not being able to schedule the temple and having only 1.5 months left until our preferred day to get married.  That was comforting.  Then on Monday in the afternoon, Jason called me and told me the GREAT news that he had received the letter!  Being a Monday afternoon, the Draper Temple was closed so we waited until this morning to call and make an appointment.  Jason called and scheduled our sealing at 2:00pm May 30, 2009!  It's truly amazing how blessed Jason and I have been with everything (literally everything) falling into place for us to be sealed together for time and all eternity.  I can't thank my Heavenly Father enough for his matchless love and blessings we have received, especially since being engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-8941414901381309529?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8941414901381309529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=8941414901381309529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8941414901381309529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8941414901381309529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies-when-your-engaged.html' title='Time Flies When Your Engaged!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SeVC5NUamQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wS_JmvB8B1U/s72-c/CIMG1483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-1555632711018188646</id><published>2009-03-16T18:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:18:37.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Corrections Necessary...</title><content type='html'>Jason did a pretty accurate job in describing the step-by-step emotional high I was feeling that whole afternoon and evening.  I really had no idea that he had purchased the ring right after our second time looking at it, making sure that this was the ring we wanted.  Of course I was hoping the whole time that he was lying to me about not being able to buy the ring, etc., but I couldn't let myself get too excited because what if he wasn't lying!  So, you can imagine my surprise when I realized not only what would be taking place that night, but the fact that he had been planning that whole night for about a week or so.  That just made it so much more meaningful to me that he had put so much effort and work into keeping it a secret and working out details with both of our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt this way about anybody in my life.  Those of you who have known me for more than 3 years, know that I have had close calls in marrying the wrong people.  There has never been any doubt in my mind nor my heart about marrying Jason.  I love him so much and am so happy and excited to be with him, along with our future family, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-1555632711018188646?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1555632711018188646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=1555632711018188646&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/1555632711018188646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/1555632711018188646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-corrections-necessary.html' title='No Corrections Necessary...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-3565791046037745582</id><published>2009-03-09T21:16:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:41:43.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Princess and Just Say Yes</title><content type='html'>And here's the rest of the story . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a rough, long day. I was ready to be finish my quest and recieve my prizes! Yet, it was not to be. We still had to drive to the Comedy Club and interpret more clues. While driving I turned on my master back seat driving skills (I'm one of the best in Utah County, competing for State) in order to ensure quick delivery. Along the way mama Baddley and I were able to talk more. She seemed so glad to be involved in all of this. We spoke of Jason and I, of course, which quickly turned to talking about me and Jason, then back to Jason and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that when we got to the comedy club I would be quickly moved to the next vehicle and we would be right on our way! Then again, I had been wrong at every step of this crazy escapade and was once again wrong here. Stephanie was the next escort, but had never been to this comedy club and was dead lost! In her defense it is in a precariously difficult spot. However, I knew that Shellie knew where her son was. Hmmmmmm . . . . how can I convince her to skip the sharades and get me to my ring (I mean her son). Should I start crying? Anger perhaps? Money? The right to name my first born? Alright! I'll wait! Once again I will submit myself to the agony of watching the minute hand pass by like waiting for Jason to first ask me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes . . . yes 15. Stephanie actually never did find us. We went and found her! I got the clue and quickly knew I was about to finish the race. The Provo Temple! Ahhhh, perfect place for a proposal, I thought. Surely it wasn't much longer. So, Steph, Shellie and I made our way to the Temple. I was feeling a bit more at ease (meaning 120 beats per minute instead of 160).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit confused to be dropped off in front of the Temple with no one knowing what to do next. So, like what anyone not knowing what to do we did the next logical thing. Photo op!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when the flash went off I heard a familiar, yet distant voice. I turned to see Melissa! Not exactly expecting my sister to greet me at the Temple. I was expecting Jason to recieve me quickly in a warm embrace, complete with flowers and perhaps a little &lt;strike&gt;sparkly diamond&lt;/strike&gt; sparkle in his eye. Not to mention &lt;strike&gt;a long, passionate kiss that would make Danielle Steele blush.&lt;/strike&gt; an innocent kiss on the cheek. I was wrong, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXuzmAdVaI/AAAAAAAAApg/amR113BV-ak/s1600-h/Naomi%27s+engaged!+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311413905696576930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXuzmAdVaI/AAAAAAAAApg/amR113BV-ak/s400/Naomi%27s+engaged!+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my surprise I saw Kaylee! Nice move Jason! She looked as sweet as ever. She was carrying a little glass slipper with a note that said, "Follow the princess and just say yes!" I quickly obeyed the note. Kaylee, the princess, led me (with some help from her mom) to the back of the Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXt1KdNoFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6hbZbvUC9bw/s1600-h/Naomi%27s+engaged!+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With some reminding, she pointed up the hill. I made my final journey. It was dark by then, but the light of the Temple in the background made for a beautiful scene. I approached the top of the hill and saw nothing. That's when he came out and I got my passionate kiss. &lt;strike&gt;We are still kissing.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, this has been fun. Jason has been writing these little posts for me (in fact I'm writing this one!) So now, I figured that our next post will be less of the silly and more of reality. Stay tuned for a thoughtful conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXuJA3e4TI/AAAAAAAAApY/r8FQTWpcTrI/s1600-h/Naomi%27s+engaged!+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311413174172311858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXuJA3e4TI/AAAAAAAAApY/r8FQTWpcTrI/s400/Naomi%27s+engaged!+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-3565791046037745582?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3565791046037745582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=3565791046037745582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/3565791046037745582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/3565791046037745582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/follow-princess-and-just-say-yes.html' title='Follow the Princess and Just Say Yes'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXuzmAdVaI/AAAAAAAAApg/amR113BV-ak/s72-c/Naomi%27s+engaged!+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-4387417498060828545</id><published>2009-03-06T16:56:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:16:39.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family to family hand off . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXbWcPLm4I/AAAAAAAAApI/owAXX2vhLQI/s1600-h/Naomi%27s+engaged!+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXbKnosQtI/AAAAAAAAApA/7yygCPvFvF8/s1600-h/Naomi%27s+engaged!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311392311038198482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXbKnosQtI/AAAAAAAAApA/7yygCPvFvF8/s200/Naomi%27s+engaged!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute new blog, huh? Can you believe Jason designed it? But don't tell anyone! If you do, make sure you also tell them that he still loves BYU football, power tools, lifting large objects for no reason and ME (and I like manly men)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK, on with the story . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;It had already been 2 hours since I had been duped into thinking I was performing a selfless act for a needy friend. The next clue led Melissa and me to the Baddley fam's home. I had been there twice, but had never driven there myself. I could really use Jason's handy GPS navigator that is so conveniently on his phone (available exclusively from Verizon Wireless). But no, I had only my memory to guide me (which after a day like this wasn't exactly peeking at full capacity). Nonetheless, we deftly made our way through the back alleys of Pleasant Grove into the foreign soil of American Fork, home of the mighty Caveman (thank heavens we were leaving Viking territory - GO CAVEMEN!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached the Baddley's home with some apprehension. &lt;i&gt;Was he here?&lt;/i&gt; I entered through the front door to the eagerly waiting arms of Jason's mom, mama Baddley, as she's known to her grand-kids. She couldn't help but smile. She's just cute like that. I was able to hug her tight and let her know how wonderful this all was, that Jason and I really were in love. Her smile grew and tears fell (its a tradition for her side of the family to weep at such sentiments . . . goes back several generations). We embraced and I could tell how much she loved her son. It was a beautiful moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angst to find my beloved fibber grew stronger once I realized there were still more clues, still more traveling! In all of the clever planning of the evening, apparently one clue had been misplaced. Jana (Jason's favorite younger sister), always on her toes with quirky wit and a smile to match her mom's, came to the rescue with a make-shift clue. She came out with the movie, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Liar, Liar &lt;/span&gt;and a country album. Ah ha! I've got it! I like country music and Jason is a liar. YES! Surely this clue represents us reuniting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um . . . NO . . . no it doesn't. It represented our first date. We went to a comedy club (hence Liar, Liar, a comedy) to see a comedian featured on a country music station. Wow, I was way off! Suddenly it felt as though we were going backwards. Our &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; date? Come on Jason! My sense of urgency hit turbo speed. I grabbed Shellie, hugged Jana with great haste, nodded at Jason's dad (I think that's what he prefers anyway) and we headed out for the comedy club in Orem. When will the madness end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the painful wait, a beautiful princess, and the perfect moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-4387417498060828545?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/4387417498060828545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=4387417498060828545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4387417498060828545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4387417498060828545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-to-family-hand-off.html' title='Family to family hand off . . .'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SbXbKnosQtI/AAAAAAAAApA/7yygCPvFvF8/s72-c/Naomi%27s+engaged!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-3107516905427224347</id><published>2009-03-04T11:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:32:15.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gullable Girlfriend and the Search for the Holy Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sa9_3hoymVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Og3CKaDGsVI/s1600-h/engagement+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sa9_3hoymVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Og3CKaDGsVI/s200/engagement+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309603077592095058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On possibly the worst hair day of the last 10 years I couldn't believe my beloved crazy man would choose to propose!  Surprise?  Sure.  But come on!  I was allowed 20 merciful minutes through secret correspondence from my beloved to my roommate, the newly recruited secret agent (code named AntiPadre).  I was amazed at how well I had used my 20 minutes.  I spent another minute admiring my work in the mirror.  "No wonder he loves me!", I thought with a smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clues were kind of silly, but thoughtful.  I new exactly where I was heading next.  He had recruited my family in his devious (yet genius) plot!  Traveling to Pleasant Grove, to my sister Myla's house, felt like crossing the Serengeti with only a half-filled camel pack and a raisin granola bar (I hate raisins).  I was eventually dropped off at Myla's, only to be inundated by a barrage of happy siblings and delighted parents.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They all knew?  When?  How?&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't know but I got the sense that my hubby to be had a lot to explain.  I looked forward to unraveling his lies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned for the next episode . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-3107516905427224347?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3107516905427224347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=3107516905427224347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/3107516905427224347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/3107516905427224347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/gullable-girlfriend-and-search-for-holy.html' title='Gullable Girlfriend and the Search for the Holy Rock'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Sa9_3hoymVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Og3CKaDGsVI/s72-c/engagement+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-6736927360791596790</id><published>2009-03-02T21:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:30:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga of the Gullable Girlfriend continues . . .</title><content type='html'>I opened the box and to my chagrin there was a picture of my beloved liar wrestling 3 against 1, losing ardently.  Emily, the enemy agent, informed me that I was to stay in the car until my escort arrived.  "Escort?", I queried to myself.  What kind of sick game is this?  With every passing second my anxiety heightened wondering who this so called escort would be.  After 10 agonizing minutes Agent 7 (aka Stephanie Bromley) arrived in her suped-up minivan.  The master plan was shaping up.  For security, I decided to follow the agent instead of riding in her van.  She took me to her hideout which looked very similar to a nice suburban home, but I knew better.  There awaited three highly decorated boxes.  Each box embodied every Relief Society enrichment activity since Emma Smith was president.  Inside the boxes contained highly intricate puzzles to be worked out in order to find the next place in the devious plot.  I quickly ascertained the intent of each puzzle and quickly reported them to Agent 7. She was awestruck by my brilliant ability to unravel the complex mysteries that had been so masterfully laid out.  She then sent me off to my own apartment, alone, with only my Ford Escape to comfort me.  I made eighteen (fine two, but they were long) phone calls along the way to find out more about the wicked intents of the possible players in this mad hunt for my beloved ring, uh . . . I mean beloved fiance to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at my apartment I saw three more boxes waiting for me at the doorstep.  I knew then that I was in for a very long night . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-6736927360791596790?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6736927360791596790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=6736927360791596790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/6736927360791596790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/6736927360791596790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/saga-of-gullable-girlfriend-continues.html' title='The Saga of the Gullable Girlfriend continues . . .'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-711317793592264732</id><published>2009-03-01T22:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:39:06.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Engagement Saga continues . . .</title><content type='html'>The Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was trying to help my "friend" drop off her stupid car at Big O tires when a strange, ugly little man approached me with a box wrapped with a bow around it.  He then gave me the box and told me that someone had asked him to give it to me.  I was perplexed by the audacity of such a strange present at an even stranger place.  I still had no clue what was really happening.  I untied the ribbon to be surprised by the familiar company name, "Schubach Jewelers", printed on the top.  My heart jumped.  "Is Jason here?" I inquired to myself, with trepedation and a little frustration.  Certainly he wouldn't do it now, not here.  I turned to Emily, my pretended friend, and asked her if Jason was here.  She denied like an expert CIA agent, gzf`zin international espionage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the box to discover a poorly written poem about which I had no understanding of.  It mentioned clues of some sort so, of course, I looked for clues.  Magnets and ribbon.  Perplexed and disgusted at such insane clues, I looked for some hope of understanding from Emily.  Once again her training paid off.  Every word was a lie.  Yet, I believed her.  We pondered on these supposed clues for a while until she finally came clean.  "Maybe this would help," she said without any apology.  She was part of this conspiracy from the beginning!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by The Master of Lies, himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-711317793592264732?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/711317793592264732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=711317793592264732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/711317793592264732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/711317793592264732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/engagement-saga-continues.html' title='The Engagement Saga continues . . .'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-7651838008396229532</id><published>2009-02-28T17:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:29:06.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Engaged!!!!</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that right after the post about guys #1-4 I would have met my #5.  I guess the advice that Melissa and Stephanie gave to just not date guys of the 1-4 caliber and start dating a #5 really helped! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess everyone who was not involved is waiting for the full story.  I was wondering if I should create a Part 1 and a Part 2, because this story is going to be very long!  So, I'll just leave it to each individual to decide how much of this post they would like to read! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts with a week of lies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #1: Guitar Strings.  The Baddley girls had invited me to go out with them to dinner and a movie.  They met Jason and I at the mall because we were checking out the ring again.  On our way to the car, Jason mentioned that he needed to go back and get some new guitar strings.  Unbeknownst to all of us girls, he was really going back to purchase the ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #2: Not Qualifying for Loan.  For the next week after the first lie, he kept on telling me that he didn't qualify for the financing at Schubach's and so he would have to wait and find another means in financing the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #3: Research Rings Further.  We both wanted to make sure we were getting the best deal on the ring so we decided to "shop around"...or so he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #4: Still Not Qualifying for Loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #5: Ideas From His Brother.  Jason told me that he had asked his brother Steve, who lives in California, if he had any ideas on how to do the actual proposal.  He told me that he received a million and one ideas from him and wanted to see what I thought about a couple of them.  Steve never gave him any ideas, he was just wanting to make sure that his already planned ideas were okay, without me knowing that he had already thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #6: Wait for School Loan.  He told me that he wanted to wait to get the school loan first so that he would be able to use the money he already had towards the ring...I'm not sure why I believed this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #7: More Bogus Research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #8: Various family members then lied to me about plans for looking at wedding dresses after work one day.  Another girl in our ward lied about having to leave her car at Big O Tires in Springville--which I shouldn't have believed either, because who leaves their car overnight at Big O Tires anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even after being lied to for about a week by Jason and others in my family, I was still grateful for how thoughtful they were.  Jason is the best at remembering crazy details about our times together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-7651838008396229532?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7651838008396229532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=7651838008396229532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/7651838008396229532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/7651838008396229532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m Engaged!!!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-7339646774599548655</id><published>2009-02-23T23:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:27:06.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the story still to come...</title><content type='html'>Many of you have been wondering what our (Jason and I) story is.  And I am just letting you know that it's still coming.  I don't have much time right now, but I did want to let everyone know that I have not purposely neglected writing our story, but I was really hoping to fill everyone in once I received the ring.  That way I can post pictures of the ring and of us, again, so you would have some visuals... :)  Anyway, so until then!  You all will just have to wait with a large amount of anticipation! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-7339646774599548655?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7339646774599548655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=7339646774599548655&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/7339646774599548655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/7339646774599548655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-of-story-still-to-come.html' title='More of the story still to come...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-985640401638467532</id><published>2009-02-17T23:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:02:13.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's my #5 Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SZuyan_rT0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/usodIjNEfl8/s1600-h/CIMG1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SZuyan_rT0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/usodIjNEfl8/s200/CIMG1400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029156641296194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SZuxb90zzkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/idOnAN_2XfQ/s1600-h/CIMG1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SZuxb90zzkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/idOnAN_2XfQ/s200/CIMG1347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304028080169537090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jason Scott Baddley.  It's not official yet since I don't have a ring, but we have decided to get married!  It's amazing how easy it is when you actually find your #5! :)  I love him so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-985640401638467532?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/985640401638467532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=985640401638467532&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/985640401638467532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/985640401638467532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-my-5-man.html' title='Here&apos;s my #5 Man!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SZuyan_rT0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/usodIjNEfl8/s72-c/CIMG1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-4804232809722643705</id><published>2009-02-06T10:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:12:35.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad School Apps...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received a call from ASU saying that my application was deficient two letters of recommendation!  They just left a message on my phone since I was at work and couldn't get to the call.  They didn't leave a phone number to call back, though they did leave a fax number to fax the letters in immediately.  I was grateful for the fax information, but kind of worried that my application was deficient.  I made sure with all my recommenders that they had sent them on time, etc.  So the problem was that either the letters were lost in the mail or that ASU lost them--so I'm hoping that all universities have an understanding about things being submitted on time but somehow not being received.  Just when I am finished getting all of my apps in and everything accounted for, there's another little piece missing or needing to be sent!  It's all good though, I'm excited to see where I will be accepted...hopefully not too far away from my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-4804232809722643705?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/4804232809722643705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=4804232809722643705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4804232809722643705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4804232809722643705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/grad-school-apps.html' title='Grad School Apps...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-5405419541383480656</id><published>2009-02-02T11:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:58:04.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not 1-4...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have just recently started dating a guy in my ward.  I'm pretty excited about it but all I'm saying at this point is that he's not 1 - 4 on my previously made list... :) (Happy Groundhog's Day!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-5405419541383480656?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5405419541383480656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=5405419541383480656&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5405419541383480656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5405419541383480656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-1-4.html' title='Not 1-4...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-7349216055669633916</id><published>2009-01-09T23:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:23:14.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Track Records...Especially Mine!</title><content type='html'>I really think that I'm getting worse in dating.  Or, my perspective has possibly changed creating an unrealistic picture of what my "serious" relationships consisted of when I was younger.  I can't figure it out.  So you, as the reader of my blog with obviously nothing better to do ;), has to help me figure this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I am pretty date-able.  I mean look at me! ;)  Well, let's start from the beginning with my first boyfriend at age 16.  I don't need help with this one, let's be serious--nothing's truly real when you're 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second boyfriend had the perfect body type--shallow of me, but true!  We really did have something special, right?  I mean we dated before AND after his mission, and I really don't doubt that we both knew each other pretty well...  Well, he's married with a couple of kids now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third boyfriend was smart and much older (a common theme I loved until recently) and most importantly, he had direction and goals and was motivated for the future!  (That's really hard to find nowadays, believe it or not!)  He was a real winner...  He's married with a couple of kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth boyfriend I just rather not number because he wasn't of the caliber as the others.  Maybe this is where I fell after a not so bad track record (despite the fact that they all married someone else after dating me...)  Anyway, he wasn't good for me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between each of these boys, there have been many, many first dates--which is where you start.  There are five types of guys that I have "first date-ed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Guys who you would like to get to know but are so clueless about everything having to do with dating or girls in general.&lt;br /&gt;2)Guys who are interested and you might be as well but they don't ask you out or make any moves.&lt;br /&gt;3)Guys who are very interested in you but you're just not feeling it the way they are, and they ask you out and everything, but they stay friends--my choice.&lt;br /&gt;4)Guys who are very interested in you but you're not feeling it at all, they ask you out and you don't ever want to see them again--sounds harsh, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;5)Guys who share your mutual attraction and hope to get to know you better, they ask you out, you both have a great time, go out again, date, engaged, married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately (in the past 2 years) I have been experiencing numbers 2 and 3.  Once I get to know a guy I either, can only be friends with them because I'm just not feeling the same, or I am interested in a guy but then spend more time with him (but of course not on dates) and find things about his core personality that don't really jive too well with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having said all that, I want to make clear that I am not complaining that I am still single, but merely stating fact as facts should be stated: straightforward.  I am not bitter by any means, however I will say that I am really ready to be done with the single scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as avid and loyal readers of my blog...What say ye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-7349216055669633916?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7349216055669633916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=7349216055669633916&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/7349216055669633916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/7349216055669633916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/01/irony-of-track-recordsespecially-mine.html' title='The Irony of Track Records...Especially Mine!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-8808670274760333726</id><published>2009-01-05T21:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:34:47.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, the new year is upon me and I am excited!  I am so excited for what this year means.  Either I go to Grad school or not!  It'll be exciting...Stay tuned!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-8808670274760333726?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8808670274760333726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=8808670274760333726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8808670274760333726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8808670274760333726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-6145096917187784408</id><published>2008-11-05T18:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:31:12.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony of the GRE...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am currently enrolled in the GRE Prep Course offered through Conferences and Workshops at BYU.  (Luckily it's open for anyone who would like to take it, not just BYU students or full-time employees!)  Already, I think that it has actually been beneficial for me and I've only had two classes.  Let me tell you about the first experience I had with the GRE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all my life I thought that those who pursue graduate work were just naturally intelligent people...most of them are!  Except I am now taking the course, and I have realized more than ever that I am actually in a minority now--I have proof that I am not as cultured nor as intellectually minded as possibly the rest of the GRE test-taker population!  Here's what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first class period was Saturday, November 1st.  After a semi-short introduction to the course, our syllabi, and our books (we have 2), we proceeded to go to the computer lab and take the pretest GRE to see where we are at and focus in on the areas we need to improved upon...  Well, just like everything else in my life, I am very shallow!  What I mean by this is that in college I had a very difficult time deciding what major to attach myself to--I was interested in all subjects!  But I was only shallowly interested in each subject, never wanting to really dealve deep...  Well, it was apparent by my GRE score from the pretest that I have a lot to do as most in my class do, except I get to study and improve on everything, not just one subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so not only then do you feel more stupid for taking the test, because it shows you just how much information is not stored in that BYU Graduate brain of yours, we have been already told so many times that those who write the GRE test are trying to trick you.  What?!  Isn't it enough that not only have we received Bachelor's Degrees but we all have the immense pressure of getting higher than "average" on the GRE so that we can continue our lives in the very field we spent so much time, energy, and MONEY on during our Bachelor's Degree?  Well that's comforting!  I just hope that they don't make me recite the Bill of Rights...I never really ever have, so... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-6145096917187784408?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6145096917187784408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=6145096917187784408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/6145096917187784408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/6145096917187784408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/11/irony-of-gre.html' title='The irony of the GRE...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-330881726401930765</id><published>2008-11-05T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:11:22.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Vista and Blog Buddy!</title><content type='html'>Now, lots of people are very against Windows Vista, including at least one of my brother-in-laws, however I feel that it has great, creative options for the amateur, normal day-to-day person who would like their laptop desktop somewhat unique.  On the right-hand side of the desktop Vista users get to pick what "bloggers" might call "gadgets" to have as a constant on the screen while you work.  It's a convenient feature, of which I'm a fan!  Blogger Buddy, I thought, would be such a great convenience for people like myself who somehow think that it's so much work to log on to your very own website and add a comment about the day or something you saw, etc...  So I tried Blogger Buddy a couple of times now, and it has not been updated on my blog!  I have written quite lengthy passages, and nothing!  So, I have since updated my Gadget column and have taken away Blogger Buddy...It doesn't work!  So here I am finally updating my own blog, even though I had to go through much inconvenience on my part by typing in the first two letters of my first name scrolling down to my website address and pressing enter!  The nerve! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the only things to be updated really are the state of my new car and my job!  I love my job and am having so much fun with all the kids that I see.  For those of you who have a semi-fshort term memory loss, I teach Speech at Canyon Elementary in Spanish Fork (SF--for those of you who totally know the lingo...).  And as for my car, I am loving that too!  (Again, for those memory loss people, I got a new car becuase my old one was totaled by no fault of my own, and now I'm driving a 2008 Ford Escape!)  It hasn't given me any trouble so far, although the gas mileage I was hoping would be a little higher...but thank goodness for the gas prices now, which are starting to deflate!  (I just jinxed it, didn't I...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-330881726401930765?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/330881726401930765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=330881726401930765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/330881726401930765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/330881726401930765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/11/windows-vista-and-blog-buddy.html' title='Windows Vista and Blog Buddy!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-183170654561128290</id><published>2008-09-13T23:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:03:45.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter-sweet: Part 2</title><content type='html'>So it actually happened...  Friday, September 12, 2008 was my last day at the Cougareat.  I'm going to be working for the Nebo School District as a Speech Technician now...and I thought that I would be more excited to leave the Cougareat than I have been.  It's going to be a great experience being able to do what I went to school for, but I have been at the Cougareat for 2 1/2 years!  I have been almost wishing my time at the Cougareat away for so long that now that it's here, I thought I would be more excited.  No more budgets, no more answering 100 questions simultaneously, but no more of the people I loved working with so much either...  Because of this experience this weekend and recent conversations I have had with roommates and friends, I have realized that it is the people in your life that make everything worth while.  We all can be an influence for others, being their cheerleader and building them up!  Everyone is an influence on others, and I have had amazing influences in my life.  So, thank you to everyone who I have ever had in my life.  (I know, it's a lot of people!)  You have made a huge difference.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-183170654561128290?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/183170654561128290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=183170654561128290&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/183170654561128290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/183170654561128290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/09/bitter-sweet-part-2.html' title='Bitter-sweet: Part 2'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-2280793634598870855</id><published>2008-08-29T22:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:51:39.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really AM a Princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Aurora! (A.K.A. Sleeping Beauty.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Aurora.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughtful and loving. Authority figures probably have been sheltering you all of your life. Thankfully you're a very tranquil person who is content with what life has given you, but secretly you want to know how the outside world works.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-2280793634598870855?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2280793634598870855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=2280793634598870855&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/2280793634598870855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/2280793634598870855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-really-am-princess.html' title='I really AM a Princess!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-3479418096822428514</id><published>2008-08-28T21:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:14:17.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting NEW-old Habits!</title><content type='html'>So, last week was Education Week and yes, Melissa was absolutely correct when she suggested that it took over my life, because it did! However, the most amusing part about it was the fact that the very weekend before Education Week started my roommates and I decided that we needed to start running again or working out, eating healthier, drink more water, etc.  Things that I have done before--nothing new, and &lt;strong&gt;usually&lt;/strong&gt; a good idea... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of the busiest week of the year at the Cougareat and of BYU...  Running around constantly, working up a special "glow" while trying to accommodate every customer need...  Filling in holes in the schedule by working myself in the stores and in the kitchen...  Forgetting that I haven't eaten anything since 5:30am that morning, and now it's 3:00pm...  Laughing with those around me because we all have gone dilirious because it's the first time we had to breathe that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, here's some words of wisdom for those who are trying to start new-old habits: Don't start on the busiest, most stressful week of your life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to announce to all of you though that I really have started running again.  So, I am well on my way now!  Yeehaw!  Good luck with all of &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; healthier habits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-3479418096822428514?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3479418096822428514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=3479418096822428514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/3479418096822428514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/3479418096822428514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/08/starting-new-old-habits.html' title='Starting NEW-old Habits!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-8135252542857400163</id><published>2008-08-28T21:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:03:12.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter-sweet Situations...</title><content type='html'>Not that I'm a huge blogger, though I have made many new beginning blogs, whenever I blog I feel it a failure if I don't have a picture accenting my brilliant words! :) But alas, I have no picture for this blog, but I am writing this to update all of you loyal friends of mine what has been happening to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the most recent news is that, yes, I did get a new job! I have been working at the Cougareat for about 2 1/2 years now and have enjoyed my time. I have been giving many opportunities to learn and expand in ways that I never had wanted to before! (Budgets, inventories, invoices, etc...) But this week I interviewed for a position in the Nebo School District as an SLT (Speech Language Technician). After interviewing with them on Monday, I received a call yesterday offering me a position! I am so stoked to move on to something that is more in my passion than budgets... :) I will definitely miss everyone at the Cougareat. It was the hardest part thus far of my transition to tell them all that I would be leaving. I'm excited to move forward with one of my passions in life (children and helping them to accomplish success), though it'll be difficult to leave those that I have shared the last 2 1/2 years of my life with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-8135252542857400163?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8135252542857400163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=8135252542857400163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8135252542857400163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8135252542857400163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitter-sweet-situations.html' title='Bitter-sweet Situations...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-6385968962156408723</id><published>2008-07-06T17:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:41:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand: Banana Rhoti and Mangos with Coconut Milk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFe_R_f8lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DsiA__RDo10/s1600-h/CIMG0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220057884353622610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFe_R_f8lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DsiA__RDo10/s200/CIMG0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFe_4fDF2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJTl4_zlflI/s1600-h/CIMG0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220057894686496610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFe_4fDF2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJTl4_zlflI/s200/CIMG0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFfAujqr1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7AsOLf3Ytpg/s1600-h/CIMG0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220057909201383250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFfAujqr1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7AsOLf3Ytpg/s200/CIMG0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFfBKt1oZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MMk17kcsm70/s1600-h/CIMG1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220057916760236434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFfBKt1oZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MMk17kcsm70/s200/CIMG1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banana Rhoti, Mangos with Coconut Milk, tuk-tuks, elephants, jungles, mountains, tigers, flower gardens, and SO much more! Thailand was an amazing experience and trip. Traveling with great friends, seeing the amazing architecture of ancient Buddhist temples, experiencing new foods, and learning first-hand about a culture that will always be remembered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget it, nor will I cease to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-6385968962156408723?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6385968962156408723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=6385968962156408723&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/6385968962156408723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/6385968962156408723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/07/thailand-banana-rhoti-and-mangos-with.html' title='Thailand: Banana Rhoti and Mangos with Coconut Milk!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/SHFe_R_f8lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DsiA__RDo10/s72-c/CIMG0907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-8467733687010675203</id><published>2008-06-25T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:46:10.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It almost worked...</title><content type='html'>Well, there's good news and there's bad news...  Here's the good news: Stephanie and I finally met and were all ready to download pictures, and really, truly start my Blog...  Here's the bad news: I wasn't able to download any pictures!  So here's an update, boring and pictureless!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-8467733687010675203?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8467733687010675203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=8467733687010675203&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8467733687010675203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/8467733687010675203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-almost-worked.html' title='It almost worked...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-4040439959102364277</id><published>2008-01-13T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:20:58.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Friends, it has been a very long time since I have posted anything at all...  I am wanting to switch from Facebook to being a true Blogger so I have been slowly switching.  So many things have happened in 3 months--go figure!  So in the next week I will be updating my account for real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-4040439959102364277?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/4040439959102364277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=4040439959102364277&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4040439959102364277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/4040439959102364277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-friends-it-has-been-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-5256788552940327222</id><published>2007-10-22T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:41:59.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts after the weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/RxvVCMhe6aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DTXLyoytoZ0/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/RxvVCMhe6aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DTXLyoytoZ0/s200/clip_image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123923234762189218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, so this posting is definitely overdue!  So I have a roommate who absolutely loves Costco!  Costco to her is like Disneyland to me.  She just gets so excited everytime she goes.  So Friday night we went right before it was closing to just look around, and of course we end up buying unnecessary items: apples (tis the season for carameled apples!), bagels, etc.  As we were checking out, the cashier noticed that I had only picked up one bag of bagels (apparently 2 bags come together for the same price).  He asked what other kind I would like and had another employee go and get that kind.  Maybe it's influence from working at the Cougareat for 1 1/2 years, but I was very pleased with the great customer service!  My friends would definitely agree with me when I say that I comment frequently on customer service wherever I go.  So it was nice to have a postiive experience and to e taken care of, even in a very small, possibly insignificant way.  So YAY for Costco!  I think that I will now share in my roommate's excitement a little more every time I go.&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/6866455353522809751-5256788552940327222?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5256788552940327222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=5256788552940327222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5256788552940327222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5256788552940327222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-after-weekend.html' title='Thoughts after the weekend...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/RxvVCMhe6aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DTXLyoytoZ0/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866455353522809751.post-5222444578055155027</id><published>2007-07-27T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:42:00.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My  first one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Rqq4KYisJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8ic0DEJvbr8/s1600-h/IMG_0483%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Rqq4KYisJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8ic0DEJvbr8/s320/IMG_0483%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092084817221920642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm officially in the blogging world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have actually had my blog blank for a while, and I thought to myself, "Self, how can you have the title of your first blog say that I'm officially in the blogging world, when you don't even add any momentos of your life..."  So, I'm officially starting right NOW to be a blogger!  You all are excited, I know, so we'll have a party soon! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866455353522809751-5222444578055155027?l=naomistewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5222444578055155027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866455353522809751&amp;postID=5222444578055155027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5222444578055155027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866455353522809751/posts/default/5222444578055155027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naomistewart.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-one.html' title='My  first one!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMoZtU3wkUM/Rqq4KYisJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8ic0DEJvbr8/s72-c/IMG_0483%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
