<?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-2794635177298278028</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:53:40.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The not so secret life of Shannon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2794635177298278028.post-2117165393653917716</id><published>2010-10-20T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:54:09.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming in October</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gone swimming in the mountains at night in October? It's beautiful (I know a little crazy too). I floated on my back and stared at the stars and watched my breath mist up and away from me. It was so calming and peacefull... I had the pool to myself and so just floated in lazy circles,tracing quilt patterns in the stars (I am at a quilting conference after all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-2117165393653917716?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2117165393653917716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=2117165393653917716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2117165393653917716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2117165393653917716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2010/10/swimming-in-october.html' title='swimming in October'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-2088058389025919003</id><published>2010-05-31T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:44:02.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>Yea summer is finally here. I spent almost all day outside today and didn't need a jacket or an umbrella! I get to see the sun on my way to and from work which just makes life sooooo much more enjoyable (even if it is right at eye level while driving).  My nephews and neices can play outside! (this helps me stay sane when they come to visit for more than one day).  The garden is mostly planted and I won't really have to do anymore intense work on it until fall when everything needs to be harvested. Oh yeah and all the really great smelling flowers are starting to bloom like lilacs, and irises, next it will be roses and lillies. I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-2088058389025919003?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2088058389025919003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=2088058389025919003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2088058389025919003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2088058389025919003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-7488826310256798525</id><published>2010-02-18T21:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:06:24.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 goal</title><content type='html'>I have been told my goal for 2010 should be to blog more.... sorry probably not gonna happen D'Nell...but my goal of not wasting money (I haven't bought any fabric at JoAnn's yet) and using what I already have is working ok. I've already been to the gym more times this year than i went last year. Hopefully I will have my car paid off this year (no more paying evil interest). I am doing better at finishing projects too ... I've gone to grandma Gs to quilt my yellow quilt, I finished all the blocks for my square dance quilt, and my santa wall hanging finally has buttons and eyes. Unfortunatly I finished the Santa wall hanging right after we put away all the christmas stuff so he will still be sitting in the sewing room until next year. Now I just have to make some cards or scrapbook pages to use my paper stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-7488826310256798525?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7488826310256798525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=7488826310256798525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7488826310256798525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7488826310256798525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-goal.html' title='2010 goal'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-5128455136579509502</id><published>2009-09-17T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:08:12.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>I accomplished quite a bit last weekend ... I finally finished the green and yellow quilt top, I maded 10 more blocks for my log cabin quilt, I prepared and gave my 3rd R.S. lesson, I took Grandma Stones to the library and helped her find books she hasn't read yet (or in a long time) and then I sat and helped her start indexing for familysearch. Oh yeah and I finished two 1000 peice puzzles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I've decided I deserve a break and I'm taking one! After Thursday night I will only be doing the minimal amount of work required of me. I have put my family on notice that they are not allowed to get started on any big projects this weekend because I don't want to feel guilty for not helping out. And I won't help out if they decide to go ahead without me(well probably). I have a stack of books waiting for me and my car is going to the mechanics tomorrow so I can't run errands for anyone (sorry D'nell). Let the weekend begin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-5128455136579509502?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5128455136579509502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=5128455136579509502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/5128455136579509502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/5128455136579509502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-1492942778178618606</id><published>2009-08-15T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:59:29.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Everyone is getting ready to go back to school and I'm kind of jealous... What is with my family and being perpetual students? I doubt I'll be going back for at least another year or two though, but I'm definetly starting to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-1492942778178618606?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1492942778178618606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=1492942778178618606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/1492942778178618606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/1492942778178618606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-7468874451141687262</id><published>2009-07-11T19:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:17:00.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fam just got back from Yellowstone and it was BEAUTIFUL. There were tons of wildflowers and when we went in to the park we even saw a bear. Almost the entire Stones gang was at Uncle Mike's cabin for the 4th and it was nice to see everyone relaxed and on vacation. Grandma, who doesn't like Yellowstone but came anyway because her whole family was there read almost the entire time, suprise, suprise. You could tell Grandma was missing Grandpa and remembering a lot of the good times that they had spent there together. The family dogs even joined in the fun and had fun running up and down between the lake and the cabins. Bruiser got a little too curious about the water and fell in (he didn't jump, he got too close and fell off the dock) I wish I would have got a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMutl0HE7DA/SllDF_NbM7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/T_p0gtOiJIg/s1600-h/DSCN1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMutl0HE7DA/SllDF_NbM7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/T_p0gtOiJIg/s320/DSCN1065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357387001880064946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMutl0HE7DA/SllDFU-bg9I/AAAAAAAAABI/a6UThxUoBgE/s1600-h/DSCN1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMutl0HE7DA/SllDFU-bg9I/AAAAAAAAABI/a6UThxUoBgE/s320/DSCN1029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357386990542881746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMutl0HE7DA/SllDFNyAjtI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCA9ZMUrTbY/s1600-h/DSCN1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMutl0HE7DA/SllDFNyAjtI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCA9ZMUrTbY/s320/DSCN1018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357386988611735250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be working on my Relief Society Lesson while on vacation, but did I get much done??? Of course not. Am I working on it now? Nope, I am still procrastinating even though, I'm teaching tomorrow. It's the Joseph Smith Lesson on Charity so I think it will be alright because my ward is AWESOME at charity and serving/loving others. All the ladies know how nervous I am at teaching so I think there will be lots of responses when I ask questions or for examples. Wish me Luck and keep me in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-7468874451141687262?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7468874451141687262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=7468874451141687262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7468874451141687262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7468874451141687262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fam-just-got-back-from-yellowstone.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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/_QMutl0HE7DA/SllDF_NbM7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/T_p0gtOiJIg/s72-c/DSCN1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2794635177298278028.post-3105148830463565259</id><published>2009-06-04T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:27:20.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You People</title><content type='html'>The person who sits next to me at work had caller today who kept getting angry and explaining how horrible we were at our jobs by saying "you people need to.... why don't you people..." it was probably a 15 minute "conversation" with "you people" used in every sentence. The lady next to me, who has a ton of patience, literally growled when she hung up the phone. (I was smiling in my cubicle enjoying the fact that I am not on phones in the afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting where I do at work because I always here the most interest comments from my coworkers. There is another lady who sits by me who calls everyone hon and darling ... and says stuff like "I got an answer for you .. NO" when people call in and say they have a question. She is funny to listen to because she just tells it like it is and tries to lighten things with a joke, which is often unappreciated by stuffy CPA's and people being billed. In between her and me is a guy who has the dryest sense of humor and makes fun of us (mostly her) while we are on the phones. He sometimes pretends to hide from us when he sees us coming to ask him a question because we are always double checking our answers with him, but I think he secretly likes being the one everyone asks (he has been there longer and knows a lot more). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call in and ask us a lot of weird questions but I think my favorite is still when people call in and ask "where is my refund?" and we are forced to explain that they owed taxes and inform them of when we received their payment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-3105148830463565259?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3105148830463565259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=3105148830463565259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/3105148830463565259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/3105148830463565259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-people.html' title='You People'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-4159852813988524443</id><published>2009-02-08T20:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:44:22.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hi</title><content type='html'>Guess I'm in the running for worst blogger ever. oops. I have so much fun reading everyone elses' blogs that I forget to write on my own....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this weekend I have listened to a lot of broadway cause my mom is doing the roadshow for our ward so she brings up songs and I remember I haven't listened to them for a while and get out the CD's (She actually suggested I sing in the roadshow because I know so many of the songs... I think I just laughed) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I did my taxes ... so exciting. Well actually it kind of was cause I thought I was going to have to pay, but I'm actually going to get a nice chunk of change back from the feds. I might just go out and by a laptop of my own with the money, so I won't have to fight my dad for the computer anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it won't be so long before my next post and it will be a bit more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-4159852813988524443?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4159852813988524443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=4159852813988524443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4159852813988524443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4159852813988524443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-hi.html' title='Well Hi'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-3915267744417130471</id><published>2008-11-05T21:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:14:15.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>As most of you have prolly heard, I got a new job at the Tax Commission .... so I "officially" moved on Tuesday and got started on my new job today ... funny thing is my "new" job was created so they could get rid of my old unit, so as training for my new job I will basically be doing my old job and slowly taking on new tasks (and getting paid almost twice as much)... I was excited about my new job cause I thought I would have less time on the phone but as it turns out for a while at least I'll probably be answering more phone calls, because the other people in my old unit will be leaving before the people that were hired in the new positions are trained on the phones... oh well at least the days will go fast because I'll be busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-3915267744417130471?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3915267744417130471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=3915267744417130471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/3915267744417130471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/3915267744417130471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-1028477965270883162</id><published>2008-11-01T01:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:17:23.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween (or the post that I meant to post on Halloween but thought I accidentally erased)</title><content type='html'>Remember when you were a kid Halloween was like this HUGE holiday, and when you got done trick-or-treating you were sure it had to be midnight cause you walked forever and went to every house?  Yeah it's kinda funny to realize that when you were a kid Halloween probably ended at 8 p.m. and you didn't really go to that many houses.  Just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway so this Halloween I was reminded why I don't watch scary movies that often, it is 2 a.m. and I am wide AWAKE. We watched &lt;em&gt;Stay Alive&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;White Noise&lt;/em&gt; tonight and while they didn't have the most unpredictable plots, they certainly made me jump.  I think my friends spent more time watching my reactions than actually watching the movies. I got home to find my family forgot that I was still out so all lights were off and doors locked; finding your house key while standing on a deserted street in the dark isn't much fun, but at least I gave the people inside as much of a fright becuase they thought someone was breaking in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-1028477965270883162?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1028477965270883162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=1028477965270883162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/1028477965270883162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/1028477965270883162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-or-post-that-i-meant-to-post.html' title='Halloween (or the post that I meant to post on Halloween but thought I accidentally erased)'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-5099663180670578774</id><published>2008-09-22T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:19:55.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Room</title><content type='html'>My room has lights!!! yea!! so who knew that picking out new lighting involved so much drama ... I chose what I thought were pretty simple lights at Home Depot, turns out switching lights from florescent overheads to regular lights takes a bit more work than normal especially if the ceiling also needs to be reinforced to accommodate a fan. oh well it done now and I love it ... I don't have a door yet, but one thing at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-5099663180670578774?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5099663180670578774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=5099663180670578774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/5099663180670578774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/5099663180670578774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-room.html' title='New Room'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-4738063444835288218</id><published>2008-09-22T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:15:30.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Star the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee*&lt;/strong&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;em&gt;Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy*&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;em&gt;Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien &lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22 &lt;strong&gt;The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 &lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34&lt;strong&gt; Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen*&lt;/strong&gt; (loved it!!)&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis*&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown &lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 &lt;strong&gt;Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 &lt;em&gt;Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 &lt;strong&gt;Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 &lt;em&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon*&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck*&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65 &lt;strong&gt;Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas*&lt;/strong&gt; (abridged)&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte’s Web - EB White*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (started, but boring)&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince- Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 &lt;em&gt;The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 &lt;strong&gt;Hamlet - William Shakespeare*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99&lt;strong&gt; Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100&lt;strong&gt; Les Miserables - Victor Hugo*&lt;/strong&gt; (abridged?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-4738063444835288218?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4738063444835288218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=4738063444835288218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4738063444835288218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4738063444835288218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-2290995008508714709</id><published>2008-07-28T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:38:07.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Tag</title><content type='html'>Okay Friends. I don't usually do these...but I had to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-2290995008508714709?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2290995008508714709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=2290995008508714709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2290995008508714709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2290995008508714709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory-tag.html' title='Memory Tag'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-404392110620849875</id><published>2008-05-27T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:28:26.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>My hair is so boring that I have decided to splurdge on a nice haircut and style.  So any suggestion for how I 'should change it ? Chop it off?, Dye it red.  any and all suggestions are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-404392110620849875?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/404392110620849875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=404392110620849875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/404392110620849875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/404392110620849875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-7852054047349268459</id><published>2008-05-01T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:08:50.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I totally stink at blogging-- so I am borrowin a funny story from my sister.  My sister has been texting this guy Jacob in her pharmacy class all semester long, then when she talks to him in person it's like completely weird because he ignores her questions. So Yesterday she sends and e-mail from her phone and signs it with her name. A little while later she gets a text message saying hey Niki this is Erik I was wondering who had been texting me all semseter.  She had been texting the WRONG person the whole semseter. I laughed so hard when she ended her story by saying "So many things made mch more sense after finding out it was  Erik"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-7852054047349268459?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7852054047349268459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=7852054047349268459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7852054047349268459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7852054047349268459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-2662980762212051167</id><published>2008-03-25T19:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:38:40.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God;s secret angels</title><content type='html'>Don't you love it when someone outreaches your expectations ? There is a lady at my work and she always has something negative to say about everyone... so I try to be nice to her but I also try to limit the time I have to talk to her, but the other day she overheard me say I was nervous about an interview I was going to and she told me not to worry and just be my normally happy self.... She made my day and gave me so much confidence going into the interview.  The weird part is that I had avoided saying anything around her because she had just been complaining about how she had applied and hadn't gotten an interview.  She was the perfect person to give me confidence because I rarely hear her say anything nice about anyone so I believed her when she said I would do great.  I am not avoiding her so much now and I hope she interviews for a job soon so I can wish her luck and return the favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-2662980762212051167?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2662980762212051167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=2662980762212051167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2662980762212051167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/2662980762212051167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-secret-angels.html' title='God;s secret angels'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-6899176581735377292</id><published>2008-02-22T16:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:26:33.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness, it was just an earthquake.</title><content type='html'>so my job at the Tax Commission has been going pretty well.  It is pretty mindless work so I get to listen to books and music all day... which I like but will eventually get bored of. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I even got there early so I could leave at 2:30pm.  Getting up early involved a bit of a change in routine, so at about 7:30am when my computer screen looked like it was moving I started taking deep breaths and telling myself that I was fine and if I needed to get up and take a break I could.  I blinked a couple of times and relaxed my shoulders.  I then opened my eyes and noticed the cord for my earphones was swinging quite a bit and heard a couple of people asking if they felt that.  Needless to say I was relieved that my coworkers did not see me having an anxiety attack (which usually involves puking), but I quickly moved onto being afraid that I was going to be crushed to death in an earthquake because my cubicle wouldn't provide enough protection.  Don't worry though everything turned out all right and I am obviously still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-6899176581735377292?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6899176581735377292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=6899176581735377292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/6899176581735377292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/6899176581735377292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-goodness-it-was-just-earthquake.html' title='Thank goodness, it was just an earthquake.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-7415417343354320205</id><published>2008-02-12T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:41:11.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clifford the little red truck</title><content type='html'>My dad has been trying to get me to drive a manual transmission for the last six years.  He made the mistake of trying to teach me in his Toyota, which had a tricky clutch, and I was too freaked out by stalling every ten seconds to want to continue trying, so I only occasionally gave in to a lesson and drove around the neighborhood.  On Monday however I walked out my front door and was confronted with the fact that the only cars left at my house were  the two trucks (both are stick shifts) and if I wanted to get to the library ( the library is the most relaxing, comfortable place in the world) I would have to pass through numerous stop lights while operating a manual transmission.   I made to the library and back without stalling once, although I'm sure if anyone saw me they thought I was crazy because I screamed every time I shifted gears without mishap. I was even able to find the lights in my moms truck and didn't forget to turn them off when I got home.  Yeah for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-7415417343354320205?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7415417343354320205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=7415417343354320205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7415417343354320205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/7415417343354320205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2008/02/clifford-little-red-truck.html' title='Clifford the little red truck'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-221423101951706380</id><published>2007-12-19T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:15:38.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YUM</title><content type='html'>I am one step closer to becoming a domestic  goddess.  Grandma "G" showed me how to make peanut brittle today -- and it is sooooo easy even I can do it.  I love the stuff and now I can make it whenever I want to.  YUUUUMMMM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-221423101951706380?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/221423101951706380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=221423101951706380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/221423101951706380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/221423101951706380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/12/yum.html' title='YUM'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-4003336267760421520</id><published>2007-12-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:47:01.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singles ward</title><content type='html'>Aren't singles wards kinda crazy? I went to church with some friends a couple of weeks ago and we stayed after for a "mingle".  We were standing in a group and one of our friends, Dustin, was standing a couple feet away from us, and the stake president came up to meet us.  He then turns to Dustin and asks his name, and tries to introduce him to us girls.  When we all answered yes that we knew Dustin, the stake president's face fell and you could tell he was disappointed that he didn't get to play matchmaker for us. It still makes me smile to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-4003336267760421520?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4003336267760421520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=4003336267760421520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4003336267760421520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4003336267760421520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/12/singles-ward.html' title='singles ward'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-400922046056573053</id><published>2007-12-06T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:42:28.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>I am grateful that my family has so much faith in me.  That they continue to believe in me even when I don't follow a well defined path.  They believe that I am capable of doing anything that I choose to do and they continue to encourage me to keep trying new things.  I am grateful that they are there to point out the good what-if's and could-be's because a lot of the time I can only see the bad ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-400922046056573053?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/400922046056573053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=400922046056573053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/400922046056573053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/400922046056573053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/12/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-5300863859679699957</id><published>2007-11-21T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:02:45.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Pie-day</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law Andrea and I are officially renaming Black Friday (the day after Thanksgiving) Friday Pie-day. We think that there is too much food on Thanksgiving to really enjoy dessert, so there needs to be an extra day for people to enjoy just the desserts (namely pies).  For pie-day I will be making a chocolate whip cream pie and a chocolate-peanut butter pie. Yum!!!!!!  Andrea will be trying a new recipe for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt; frozen yogurt pie.  My dad will handle the traditional pumpkin pie, that actually requires baking.  We will come home after shopping on Saturday (we really only plan to go to one place : JoAnn's)  and enjoy our absolutely fabulous pies. Feel free to join us for Friday Pie-day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-5300863859679699957?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5300863859679699957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=5300863859679699957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/5300863859679699957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/5300863859679699957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-pie-day.html' title='Friday Pie-day'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-8415649827489866676</id><published>2007-11-13T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:30:04.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews</title><content type='html'>I hate interviews.  I hate the questions they ask because they are so general and I just don't have good answers for them.  I want to have totally unique answers ( e.g. Give an example of how well you work on a team.  Well there was that time in the Philippines when there was a hurricane and I helped the orphanage account for and keep all of the children safe during the storm.) but really I am just a very average person and have very average answers.  I'm not a world traveler, I'm not the worlds' greatest leader, I am not superwoman, and really I don't want to be.  Right now all I want it is a job that will pay me to come in and do my work and then let me go home - I really don't think a ten minute interview is going to tell anybody anything about the real me or what I'm capable of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-8415649827489866676?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8415649827489866676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=8415649827489866676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/8415649827489866676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/8415649827489866676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/11/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-18644552599778499</id><published>2007-11-02T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:30:06.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just want to run and hide from the phone? I hate talking on the phone.  I don't know why exactly but I think its genetic or something cause my dad hates it too. I never know what to say or how to introduce myself and have no facial clues to help me....aghhhh.  Anyway  I tell you this because I'm really bad at calling people back and I know it probably drives my friends crazy... So today I am going to be better and am going to call all of the people (I actually have a list) that have called and left me messages or that I haven't talked to in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-18644552599778499?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/18644552599778499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=18644552599778499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/18644552599778499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/18644552599778499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/11/phones.html' title='Phones'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-3224934125683668561</id><published>2007-10-25T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:39:02.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs, Jobs, Jobs</title><content type='html'>So I just graduated (well ok, like 2 months ago) and am supposed to be looking for a job.  I told myself and everyone else that I wouldn't be too picky, but guess what? I am being totally picky.  It seems like all of the jobs that I want to do, I am overqualified for.  My dream job would be working at the library, and be surrounded by books, but after discussing it with many people I have pretty much decided this would not be the most emotionally healthy thing for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday though I think I will get a Masters in Library Science and end up working at a Library.  I don't even care what kind of library it is (law, public, youth, school) I would love learning and researching all day long.  Isn't that kinda nerdy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-3224934125683668561?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3224934125683668561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=3224934125683668561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/3224934125683668561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/3224934125683668561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/10/jobs-jobs-jobs.html' title='Jobs, Jobs, Jobs'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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-2794635177298278028.post-4083011285927436907</id><published>2007-10-16T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:25:42.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started a blog like three years ago and never did anything with it so hopefully I do better this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2794635177298278028-4083011285927436907?l=shannonsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4083011285927436907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2794635177298278028&amp;postID=4083011285927436907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4083011285927436907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2794635177298278028/posts/default/4083011285927436907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonsecret.blogspot.com/2007/10/beginnig.html' title='The begining'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00527216436972864331</uri><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></feed>
