<?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-8683898993979508876</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:10:01.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a time with Marlayna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-6732431044845241819</id><published>2010-07-16T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:27:13.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep another post.</title><content type='html'>Today I was out for a drive and I remembered that the cap to the over flow bottle to me radiator ha gone missing. Which most likely means I lost it. Anyway, I called my Dad to tell him and he said I needed to go get one today. Alright, now I am not car stupid so I knew this wasn't going to take to long. So I headed to car parts store in town. I asked the guy if they had any caps. All he could get me was the whole overflow bottle. I really didn't want to pay 15 bucks for something I really didn't need. So I was off to find a junk yard. The closest one was Rigby. I didn't know where it was so I Texted Brother Boren. He called me and asked what I needed at a junk yard. Well I told him and he got me all hooked up. The place that I needed to go was owned by a guy in his ward. When I got there this kind brother went out and got a cap and all was fixed! Thanks Brother Boren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-6732431044845241819?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6732431044845241819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=6732431044845241819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/6732431044845241819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/6732431044845241819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2010/07/yep-another-post.html' title='Yep another post.'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-7124430990851018139</id><published>2010-07-15T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:57:42.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a Blogger at heart.</title><content type='html'>So I am not a blogger at heart. As you all can see it is hard for me to remember to blog. I do enjoy to read other peoples blogs.  So I feel like because people share with me that I need to share with them. I will just give a short story or two from the semester. &lt;br /&gt;I live in an old apartment here in Rexburg. I have lived here for 3 years of school. I have grown quite found of it. The problem is that it is falling apart. Well really we just have a couple of nasty problems here. Earlier this semester our managers, who live right below us, started to notice a leak flowing into there apartment. The leak was coming from our bathroom area. Sick I know. Well they called some folks to come look at it. They found that the pipes were struggling. As Frank our owner gave the okay to get that fixed. That meant that we were going to be down one bathroom for two days or so. Once they ripped out our shower they found a surprise. MOLD!! Ya the black kind. Did you know that stuff can kill people. Well this was making the project turn into a crazy mess. The fix it guys called Frank to tell him they would have to rip out the whole bathroom. Frank told them to just cover it. Yes that is what I said. He just wanted to cover it up. Our manager told him that we knew what was going on and bad things would happen if he didn't fix the problem the right way. So after some thought he told them to take care of it the right way. Good thing because I am sure really bad things would happen to him if he wouldn't have. That whole mess took about 10 days to get fixed. So for 10 days all 6 of us had to share one bathroom. Yes the bathroom that has mold growing on the walls. The housing office knows about that now so we will see if something really happens with that.  That is just a taste of how this semester in this apartment went. &lt;br /&gt;Alright so I think you all get to deal with just that story. I can't tell all my stories in one day. Remember I am trying to write on this more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/TD912L49ZKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6Z82biW2HPM/s1600/Breannas+Pics+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/TD912L49ZKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6Z82biW2HPM/s320/Breannas+Pics+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494239644180374690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a picture from the Basic Skills trip I went on this semester. I was a TA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-7124430990851018139?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7124430990851018139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=7124430990851018139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7124430990851018139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7124430990851018139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-not-blogger-at-heart.html' title='I am not a Blogger at heart.'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/TD912L49ZKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6Z82biW2HPM/s72-c/Breannas+Pics+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-7132375227262726881</id><published>2009-11-21T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:15:01.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright Already</title><content type='html'>So as you all can tell I have not been blogging at all. I have done so much that it is going to take me forever to catch up. In this post I am going to share about Summit. If you don't know what that is let me tell you. Summit is a program through the Rec department at BYU-I. In this program two teachers (Steve and Melissa) pick 13 students to come alone for the fun. What fun you ask? Well once we were picked we had meeting together about once a mouth in winter semester. They got more frequent as the semester went on. We then got to start Spring semester about a week to 10 days early. We met every weekday at Steve's House. (His family rocks for letting us be there.) In this time we talked about all the things we were going to get to do. We split up in our LOD groups (Leaders of the Day) and planned those days out from start to finish. We also learned things to help us out. Anchor systems, asending a rope, stemming and brigeing are just a few things we learned. (Those mostly would help us in canyoneering.) We also got to give lessons to everyone. So most of those were done at Steve's. We then spent a weekend up at Badger Creek. We mostly worked on team building things. It was great. The weekend before we left we did baptisms at the temple. It was wonderful. K so now the real party. Monday we met early and started our drive down south. Here are some picture from this first part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjRIFEIYQI/AAAAAAAAARI/W-VBEcRQTC0/s1600/IMGP0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjRIFEIYQI/AAAAAAAAARI/W-VBEcRQTC0/s320/IMGP0873.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406801289386942722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at Badger. It is Steph raping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjRzXIeDqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Pk9n3dnWKKM/s1600/IMG_8808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjRzXIeDqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Pk9n3dnWKKM/s320/IMG_8808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406802032971353762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all of us students in front of the Temple in Rexburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjTLBAR1TI/AAAAAAAAARo/nNRP9yd-hYE/s1600/IMGP1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjTLBAR1TI/AAAAAAAAARo/nNRP9yd-hYE/s320/IMGP1194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406803538859906354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had time to slack line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjTKsjv5HI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ul-xJLSzF8k/s1600/IMGP1342.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/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjTKsjv5HI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ul-xJLSzF8k/s320/IMGP1342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406803533371532402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am learning to asending a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjTKP-tttI/AAAAAAAAARY/XsiPgH5KEw4/s1600/IMGP1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjTKP-tttI/AAAAAAAAARY/XsiPgH5KEw4/s320/IMGP1099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406803525700007634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is uncle Kuggie (Steve) teaching us anchor systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjVo4sk2AI/AAAAAAAAASA/gLfe9eGSKSs/s1600/Green+River+048.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/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjVo4sk2AI/AAAAAAAAASA/gLfe9eGSKSs/s320/Green+River+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406806251049113602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had time to stop by a thrift store. We got the best deal ever. Everything we could stuff in a bag for 3 dollars. Oh let me tell you we got some very good things. You will see that later on this summit trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjVod79QLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZrpzmRqJwZc/s1600/IMGP1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjVod79QLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZrpzmRqJwZc/s320/IMGP1391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406806243865870514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that says, "We will trade Marlayna for Steve." No feeling the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjVn3aGJnI/AAAAAAAAARw/uQ6VF9S8Gm8/s1600/IMGP1380.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/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjVn3aGJnI/AAAAAAAAARw/uQ6VF9S8Gm8/s320/IMGP1380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406806233523299954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are bright and early all pumped to head down south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there we set up our camp. We were going to be there for just about a week. One of our longest camp places. Oh by the way this camp was just south of Hanksville Utah. Look it up. (it is west of Moab) We got to bed after a short dance party. We needed to get all the rest we could. Our next three days were going to be spent on survival. Dave our guide got there Tuesday morning early. We ate breakfast and then gathered together for a talk and prayer. We were then buddied up with someone. They were to know where we were at all times. My Buddy was Dave. I also had to learn about him and tell everyone about him at the end. I was super lucky to have this chance. So we then set out. We just started walking. We headed into the desert following Dave. He would stop every so often to teach us things. We learned things like to sleep on juniper bark. It is kind of soft and it will help you keep your heat in. As we followed we started down into this big canyon system. We got to do some short down climbs. As we dropped into the bottom we came across our first pothole of water. Once Dave checked it we all drank what we could. Man it was good!! Then we walked down the bottom of the Canyons. Then we started a very long drawn out climb out. We found one more pothole of water. This was to be our last water for about the next 16 hours. Our last bit of the out climb was long and very straight up. It took a lot out of all of us. Once at the top we had to make a choice. We were looking for a spot that we knew was water. So it was either stay where we were or go to the water. It was to the water we wanted to go. Once we hit the dirt road we to a right and started walking. In about 2 miles we hit a fork. We went left thinking this was were we needed to go. We started walking again. At this point it was dark we didn't know exactly where we were now and we were starting to slow down. It seemed like we walked for ever. I even threw up because I was dieing or at least felt like it. We finally stopped. After talking for a bit Dave told us to put down our bark and start spooning. So we did it. All 16 of us started spooning. Man it was a long cold few hours. After a few songs and one sweet steam roll we knew where we were and it was time to walk back in the dark about six or seven miles to water. It took a long time to get there, but once there they gave us our water and blankets that we got for the next night. We all crashed at that point. Who knows for how long but it was great. they even had some food there for us. Blisters and everything else was taken care of. It was time to make a choice again. Ater a summit record of 26 miles walking in the first day many were struggling. They were more than willing to go get the van and come pick up who ever wanted to quit. We all made the choice to keep going. It was a very proud moment for everyone. Our next part of the this three day party was going to be us students finding our own way. They pointed us in our way and we started walking. Once we can to the down climb we had a storming period witch i played a part in. (All apart of learning.) We finally made it back with our teachers and Dave. We got a fire and ash cakes that night. WOW!! Never have I been so happy. The next morning we got up, washed in the creek and started our out climb of the canyon bottom we were once in. It was super hard to do. With every step I thought I was going to die. I had no clue how I was going to make it to the top. Well it took many brakes and wonderful people to push me on. Once out we stopped and talked for some time while Steve and Melissa ran back to camp to get food ready so we could have it once we all got back. Finally we got back to camp after about an hour looking for it. Food, fire, and a sleeping bag have never been so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfKQzDbBI/AAAAAAAAASo/2vwY39JCpxU/s1600/IMG_0062_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfKQzDbBI/AAAAAAAAASo/2vwY39JCpxU/s320/IMG_0062_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816720059067410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second morning at a water troff. I didnt care!! It was the best water ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfJ3ChiqI/AAAAAAAAASg/wRX-6fOAXck/s1600/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfJ3ChiqI/AAAAAAAAASg/wRX-6fOAXck/s320/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816713144634018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the base of the long steep part on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfJZZcbBI/AAAAAAAAASY/GyynfYMIPfY/s1600/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfJZZcbBI/AAAAAAAAASY/GyynfYMIPfY/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816705187703826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the down climbs we got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfI3m7bvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wClYsVCCnHE/s1600/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfI3m7bvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wClYsVCCnHE/s320/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816696117456626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with our bark that we would be sleeping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfIYmez4I/AAAAAAAAASI/mxyAcGUSXUw/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjfIYmez4I/AAAAAAAAASI/mxyAcGUSXUw/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816687794081666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dave. He is one of the most amazing people ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjhBL3Sh3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/X5YdC5IH8Hw/s1600/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjhBL3Sh3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/X5YdC5IH8Hw/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406818763139090290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of our rests. Man I was grateful for each rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjhAtue9DI/AAAAAAAAATI/EO9NZUn_hJw/s1600/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjhAtue9DI/AAAAAAAAATI/EO9NZUn_hJw/s320/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406818755049092146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the out climb. As you can tell I am dieing and I can't really walk all that well at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjhAAiTXII/AAAAAAAAATA/dHo3fWQhHC0/s1600/IMG_0104.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/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjhAAiTXII/AAAAAAAAATA/dHo3fWQhHC0/s320/IMG_0104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406818742918405250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/Swjg_01l4dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLjq_0kSXe4/s1600/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/Swjg_01l4dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLjq_0kSXe4/s320/IMG_0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406818739778085330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/Swjg_QVUXjI/AAAAAAAAASw/Tf6fKTbLGZA/s1600/IMG_0089.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/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/Swjg_QVUXjI/AAAAAAAAASw/Tf6fKTbLGZA/s320/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406818729979043378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the down climging we did on the second day. It took a bit for us to get here without our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjiKDk2chI/AAAAAAAAATY/E_0wc8ejKCc/s1600/P4300003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjiKDk2chI/AAAAAAAAATY/E_0wc8ejKCc/s320/P4300003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406820015044719122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the road we slept on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so this is going to be the end of my first telling. I know this part was long but I love survival. A lot of the other stuff wont be. But stayed tune if you want to find out more about summit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-7132375227262726881?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7132375227262726881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=7132375227262726881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7132375227262726881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7132375227262726881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2009/11/alright-already.html' title='Alright Already'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SwjRIFEIYQI/AAAAAAAAARI/W-VBEcRQTC0/s72-c/IMGP0873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-3613974513093131265</id><published>2009-03-30T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:42:25.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Megs!!</title><content type='html'>I have a dear sweet friend who really needs help.  She has an eating disorder and needs to go to treatment.  We are trying to raise all the money we can to help her out.  If any of you want to help please let me know.  She really needs to go and is willing to do so at this point.  Please help us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-3613974513093131265?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3613974513093131265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=3613974513093131265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/3613974513093131265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/3613974513093131265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-megs.html' title='Help Megs!!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-7357886791086304184</id><published>2009-03-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:35:22.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a date!!</title><content type='html'>Yes I have a date.  Don't be to surprised.  I know it only happens once every 5 years.  I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-7357886791086304184?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7357886791086304184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=7357886791086304184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7357886791086304184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7357886791086304184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-date.html' title='I have a date!!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-1367992440614622706</id><published>2009-02-01T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:47:38.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Today I am feeling very blessed!! I just want you all to know that I love you and I am grateful to all for all you have taught me!!! So I wish to ask you if you would tell me what you feel is your greatest blessing! Thanks so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-1367992440614622706?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1367992440614622706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=1367992440614622706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/1367992440614622706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/1367992440614622706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-772691300087214775</id><published>2009-01-06T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:37:01.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is my quick post. I am back in Rexburg and it has snowed the whole time. Now I want you to tell me reasons why it is good to be in Rexburg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-772691300087214775?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/772691300087214775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=772691300087214775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/772691300087214775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/772691300087214775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-is-my-quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-471254512353824292</id><published>2008-12-15T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:49:31.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the end.</title><content type='html'>Well today leaving Utah started to become real to me. Leah left to go home for Christmas. I am starting to be sad about it all. I love it here. My ward rocks! I have really amazing friends here. I am starting to get well. Man life likes to throw things at you when you like where you are at. I am going back to Rexburg. It isn't that I don't love it there. I do but I feel at home here. I hope that I can get through school fast and move down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-471254512353824292?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/471254512353824292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=471254512353824292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/471254512353824292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/471254512353824292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the end.'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-7032231242529900516</id><published>2008-12-09T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:44:53.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square Rocks!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I have been working at Temple Square this fall. Well I just wanted everyone to know that it is my favorite job ever. It has been so wonderful for me to work there. I love my crew very much! Larry is the funniest old man I know. He always has a wonderful story to tell and the spirit and he are best friends. Joni is wonderful as well. She is fun to be around. It was way nice to have another lady on the crew. Dugan isn't my favorite but he could be nice at times. Tyrell was fun to work with. At first he was way quiet but as time went on he opened up more and more. Come to find out he was way funny. We also called him ox because he was way strong. I guess farm work will do that to you. Parker was good to work with as well. He was nice and worked hard. He is now on his mission. I believe he will be a very good missionary. James was my favorite to work with. We always had great conversation. He became an older brother to me. Working here has taught me a lot about gardening as well as reminding me how much the Lord works with his servants. There were many days that there was way more work than we had hands and at the end of the day it was done. I will miss working here. I hope to have the chance once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from the Aspen harvest. It was way fun!&lt;br /&gt;This is Larry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7Hl89b9PI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qZRizs04rX0/s1600-h/DSC01477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7Hl89b9PI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qZRizs04rX0/s320/DSC01477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277875268157699314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is James. He got to cut down all the trees. I got to carry most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7Hlsgmm2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/S2s0_FVU4SE/s1600-h/DSC01475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7Hlsgmm2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/S2s0_FVU4SE/s320/DSC01475.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277875263741795170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7HlcdDpdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cvvHvdFLYbs/s1600-h/DSC01470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7HlcdDpdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cvvHvdFLYbs/s320/DSC01470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277875259431953874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7HlNq5RDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HyXMDkkbOzg/s1600-h/DSC01467.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/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7HlNq5RDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HyXMDkkbOzg/s320/DSC01467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277875255463461938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7HlFz9dYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4R9LKGDKHPo/s1600-h/DSC01464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7HlFz9dYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4R9LKGDKHPo/s320/DSC01464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277875253354001794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was up at the fur harvest. We went up by bear lake. It was way fun as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvxnR9nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y5nc2G5EA48/s1600-h/DSC01482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvxnR9nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y5nc2G5EA48/s320/DSC01482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876536422299250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is planting season! Now that was a crazy time. The people planting was a ward that signed up to come help us plant on a Saturday morning. If they don't come there is no wat we would get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7Ivww-fOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/LuOV72K-DQ8/s1600-h/DSC01481.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/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7Ivww-fOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/LuOV72K-DQ8/s320/DSC01481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876536194530530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvkEAa-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Beq0lytY8nI/s1600-h/DSC01480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvkEAa-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Beq0lytY8nI/s320/DSC01480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876532784688098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvW-_JvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Dw2-MfQYoi4/s1600-h/DSC01479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvW-_JvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Dw2-MfQYoi4/s320/DSC01479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876529273972466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvSr9RRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dpMypz2sOsc/s1600-h/DSC01478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7IvSr9RRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dpMypz2sOsc/s320/DSC01478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876528120415506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-7032231242529900516?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7032231242529900516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=7032231242529900516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7032231242529900516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7032231242529900516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/12/temple-square-rocks.html' title='Temple Square Rocks!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/ST7Hl89b9PI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qZRizs04rX0/s72-c/DSC01477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-2807513756946333080</id><published>2008-11-29T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:54:46.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have YOU done?</title><content type='html'>I saw this on my friend's blog and thought... we need to do this!&lt;br /&gt;I tag you if you are reading this!&lt;br /&gt;To participate, just copy and paste in your own blog, and bold all of the things you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have done.&lt;br /&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp (I really want to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;86. Visited the White House= I stood outside it, so I'm counting that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life (I hope so but don't know. People have saved mine.)&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake- Have I mom?&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person&lt;br /&gt;101. Learned to play an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-2807513756946333080?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2807513756946333080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=2807513756946333080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/2807513756946333080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/2807513756946333080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-have-you-done.html' title='What have YOU done?'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-7100361933607258828</id><published>2008-09-28T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:31:06.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>The people I am living with have decided to move. They have lived in this home for 29 years. It has been a good neighborhood but they feel that it is time to find a new adventure. Don't worry about me. I will find a place to live. Anyway, there has been quite the happening going on here. After living here for so long things seem to have grown. Who knows where it all come from but it happens. There has been much to do. It has become a whole family project. Selma and Jerry's kids have been over often to get things cleaned out. It is fun to watch as it happens. There are many memories bought out as we cleaned out the crawl space and other storage areas. As boxes are opened there are many looks of joy that show on faces. There are even a few tears because the memory is so dear to the person. Isn't it funny how life happens, it soon passes and then we forget about it. Then with one look at a toy or a piece of clothing memories come flowing back. Then the stories begin to be told and more memories come out. Moving is hard and often a pain but there can be wonderful things that unfold from doing it. It also becomes a wonderful memory itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN-85r50vvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Nn4hAHVJs9Q/s1600-h/DSC01435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN-85r50vvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Nn4hAHVJs9Q/s320/DSC01435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123389761109746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, things just seem to grow when you have lived somewhere for 29 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SOBndwJvvDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A4LvWd0TpCc/s1600-h/DSC01436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SOBndwJvvDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A4LvWd0TpCc/s320/DSC01436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251310926353644594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SOBneJyfrXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o2BO_w4RRXA/s1600-h/DSC01437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SOBneJyfrXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o2BO_w4RRXA/s320/DSC01437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251310933235445106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI was way happy!! Look at all the prizes they got to go through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SOBneOqO-EI/AAAAAAAAAM0/u_OkNDhG9ZI/s1600-h/DSC01442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SOBneOqO-EI/AAAAAAAAAM0/u_OkNDhG9ZI/s320/DSC01442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251310934542972994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silence to finally get the car back in the garage after a number of years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-7100361933607258828?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7100361933607258828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=7100361933607258828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7100361933607258828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7100361933607258828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN-85r50vvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Nn4hAHVJs9Q/s72-c/DSC01435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-8775683464936483872</id><published>2008-09-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:01:41.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you shocked?!?!</title><content type='html'>Okay, today I felt like shocking everyone and blogging twice in the same week.  I hope you are all healthy and can handle it. If not, you may want to see a doctor! It has just been an interesting week I guess.  Alright maybe not that interesting but it could be a fun blog! Now you want to read it don't you? Hook, line and sinker!!&lt;br /&gt;I am not really sure where to start. I will start with last night. Yesterday was a busy day at work. It was mow day, we were working really hard to have the gardens all pretty for the Relief Society broadcast and it was way hot. When I got home from work I was a little sleepy. Selma and Jerry were going out with their friends for dinner. Kindly Selma brought me home half of her salad from Cafe Rio and they also brought me home a Iceberg shake!! So kind don't you think! This is the aftermath of my hunger! I hope you don't get grossed out.  If you do sorry but keep reading they are the only gross pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN10av7hdPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1yKqYJzGTvE/s1600-h/DSC01429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN10av7hdPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1yKqYJzGTvE/s320/DSC01429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250480743475410162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN10anb9i2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/K_Mv8MNvvVk/s1600-h/DSC01430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN10anb9i2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/K_Mv8MNvvVk/s320/DSC01430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250480741195549538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN10amrtnoI/AAAAAAAAAME/1v5G-rYJ-Pk/s1600-h/DSC01431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN10amrtnoI/AAAAAAAAAME/1v5G-rYJ-Pk/s320/DSC01431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250480740993179266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another great day!! As I was walking to the garden shed we meet in I walked past the Temple!! It was so beautiful.  I almost always have my picture taker with me. So I pulled it out and tried to capture the beauty. I hope this picture helps you feel what I felt as I had a second to contemplate its grandeur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN12MyesBeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fcQCBIqYMxI/s1600-h/DSC01426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN12MyesBeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fcQCBIqYMxI/s320/DSC01426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250482702664861154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That sure did start my day off right! Later that morning we got a little surprise. We had a little raccoon visit our garden. He was so little and cute.  Not cute enough for me to go cuddle with. I just loved it from a distance. The little fellow climbed up into one of the windows of the Administration building. He stayed there all day. Here is a picture I snapped as I was headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN13RJFkRkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/enIUc2-KU6I/s1600-h/DSC01428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN13RJFkRkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/enIUc2-KU6I/s320/DSC01428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250483876964615746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't see him very well but he is there. &lt;br /&gt;Well today was another great day on church head quarter campus. For getting up late it surely ended up being a wonderful day!! The Lord is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-8775683464936483872?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8775683464936483872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=8775683464936483872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/8775683464936483872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/8775683464936483872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-shocked.html' title='Are you shocked?!?!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SN10av7hdPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1yKqYJzGTvE/s72-c/DSC01429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-6518623832396603700</id><published>2008-09-22T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:58:20.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am finally blogging! After several comments about how I need to share my life with everyone, I have decided it is easier than actually talking to people. So in a nut shell I am doing good. Alright I know that you all will not let that fly.  So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;After school got out in July my fall adventure began.  I moved down to Utah the Day after classes were done.  I moved to the first neighborhood that I ever lived in. West Valley is what some people would call a not nice place but my first memories are here. &lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of these memories. When I was about three years old I was at the neighborhood 4th of July party and I burnt my finger on a sparkler. That same summer I was stung by a bee for the first time. i also learned to ride a bike. I loved this place.  Yes it has changed but I can still feel the feelings that I used to have here. It is still a piece of me. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I moved down here with out having a job. I was hoping to get the Temple Square job that my BFF had suggested I try to get. So began the wait. As I waited I decided to catch up with some of my best friends.I first got a hold of Kenna. I love her two little people and wanted to see how big and beautiful they were getting. I was for surely not disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhUEQk36VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-wz-EVpmIo4/s1600-h/DSC01383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhUEQk36VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-wz-EVpmIo4/s320/DSC01383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249037797846149458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As you can see they are my little beauties!! &lt;br /&gt;I next made sure to spend sometime with one of my dearest friends and her little family. In a way I have become apart of the family. It may only be by name but I feel their love in my heart.  Becky and Nate name their sweet lovely little daughter Marlayna. They may never know what this has meant in to me. It may have even saved me. It as least helped me grow up a little. Little Layna is a beautiful little girl!! I love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhV7UajofI/AAAAAAAAAK0/R_PhiRuCcBs/s1600-h/DSC01352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhV7UajofI/AAAAAAAAAK0/R_PhiRuCcBs/s320/DSC01352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249039843281052146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally got the job at Temple Square.  I am a temp grounds lady!! It has to be my favorite job ever. People are so kind. I also work with some very wonderful people. My crew is the best. We take care of the area From the Joseph Smith Building east to State Street. I think that we have the most engaging gardens! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhYGYSLyVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bdh_454paRk/s1600-h/DSC01404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhYGYSLyVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bdh_454paRk/s320/DSC01404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249042232321493330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhYGQoNP-I/AAAAAAAAALE/Vq_ff6qhKEI/s1600-h/DSC01398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhYGQoNP-I/AAAAAAAAALE/Vq_ff6qhKEI/s320/DSC01398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249042230266380258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to put up Christmas lights. That means ladders, lifts and a lot of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhY3kfqw1I/AAAAAAAAALM/u_TbypleOBA/s1600-h/DSC01401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhY3kfqw1I/AAAAAAAAALM/u_TbypleOBA/s320/DSC01401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043077412864850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhY3rQi5oI/AAAAAAAAALU/gpG4cbD2zWE/s1600-h/DSC01402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhY3rQi5oI/AAAAAAAAALU/gpG4cbD2zWE/s320/DSC01402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043079228483202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhY32T8CfI/AAAAAAAAALc/ap5tR5W8UVI/s1600-h/DSC01403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhY32T8CfI/AAAAAAAAALc/ap5tR5W8UVI/s320/DSC01403.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043082195503602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also had the chance to go to Bri's wedding! Like always she was beautiful. The wedding was at the Salt Lake Temple! Like always it was a wonderful spiritual place to be in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhaPvUzjDI/AAAAAAAAALk/2R4vaFLi8bc/s1600-h/n566333230_830523_6171-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhaPvUzjDI/AAAAAAAAALk/2R4vaFLi8bc/s320/n566333230_830523_6171-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249044592148581426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhaQPrq00I/AAAAAAAAALs/a51ADyGDn4Y/s1600-h/DSC01397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhaQPrq00I/AAAAAAAAALs/a51ADyGDn4Y/s320/DSC01397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249044600834413378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see life is still a party. I have also had the chance to hangout with Jennifer. Lady Bug just had her shoulder worked on a few weeks ago and can't move it for a total of six weeks. Life is always a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-6518623832396603700?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6518623832396603700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=6518623832396603700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/6518623832396603700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/6518623832396603700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SNhUEQk36VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-wz-EVpmIo4/s72-c/DSC01383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-2010182892142919689</id><published>2008-07-22T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:33:55.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you remember?</title><content type='html'>This is a sweet game!! Nothing bad please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on our blog, leave one memory that you and I had together (it can be for Jill or Tev, or both!) . It doesn't matter if you know us 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 fun to see the responses. If you leave a memory about us, We'll assume you're playing the game and we'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, we'll leave our memory of you in our comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-2010182892142919689?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2010182892142919689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=2010182892142919689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/2010182892142919689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/2010182892142919689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-can-you-remember.html' title='What can you remember?'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-4742375510756265792</id><published>2008-07-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:27:08.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marlayna!!!</title><content type='html'>When you read the title of this blog I know you thought, "There she goes again. Talking about herself. She is always trying to make herself funnier than she really is." Well you can relax and continue reading.  I am not writing about the big Marlayna.  I am writing about one of the most beautiful babies ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIa82g2rmCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Py7I46gTb1c/s1600-h/DSC01352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIa82g2rmCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Py7I46gTb1c/s320/DSC01352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226072062328281122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you are wondering why I have a little person named after me. Don't worry I wonder as well. My friend Becky served in the Montana Billings Mission. I was blessed to have been a ward missionary and friend to her through her whole mission. Lucky for me the friendship lasted. She even wrote me and sent me a package when I was on my mission. Yeah she is the nicest ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIa97nrbjcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uCnoWBbYJJA/s1600-h/DSC01362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIa97nrbjcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uCnoWBbYJJA/s320/DSC01362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226073249571114434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she always told me she was going to name her first girl after me. I was very sure that was a lie.  Not to many people willing to name their child after a crazy lady. So I would always just laugh it off. Well on day Becky told me she had a bun in the oven. I was very happy for her. (oh she is married in the Temple. I know you all wanted this story to have some twists and turns. Sorry you dont get any!) A few months or so before this sweet little girl was going to pop out Becky asked if she could name her Marlayna. I am sure she would have even if I had said no. (It is more that she likes the name more than me.) I asked her if she wanted a little me running around her house. I am sure you can't get genes from a name, but I am sure the name causes some craziness. Becky was willing to take the chance. So I told her I would love it.  For the first two months I got to know her through pictures. Then about two months ago I met her for the first time. (Sorry Becky hasn't sent me those ones yet.) So you get to see the four month old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgVn9byI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ofAdpeZvqgk/s1600-h/DSC01356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgVn9byI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ofAdpeZvqgk/s320/DSC01356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226076079403134754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgn6S7EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zmr7s8gXGh4/s1600-h/DSC01365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgn6S7EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zmr7s8gXGh4/s320/DSC01365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226076084311878722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgrJ6vZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nm_0W8pa95I/s1600-h/DSC01366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgrJ6vZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nm_0W8pa95I/s320/DSC01366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226076085182709138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgktlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6HuoQ2WmODE/s1600-h/DSC01372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIbAgktlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6HuoQ2WmODE/s320/DSC01372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226076083453241154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-4742375510756265792?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4742375510756265792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=4742375510756265792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/4742375510756265792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/4742375510756265792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/07/marlayna.html' title='Marlayna!!!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIa82g2rmCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Py7I46gTb1c/s72-c/DSC01352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-7210662737704174833</id><published>2008-07-18T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:04:07.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K so not so good at blogging!</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy you know!! My blog has seemed to suffer a bit.  Ok a lot! Today is my last full day in Rexburg until January of next year. Not sure how to feel about that. I am moving down to West Valley, Utah. No laughing. I have lived there before, but I was only of the tiny little person. This time may be a little different. The area is different, I am different and the people I am living with are different. Oh well, it isn't like I haven't done crazy things before. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC8YylX6pI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HkCGebMzvkg/s1600-h/DSC01225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC8YylX6pI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HkCGebMzvkg/s320/DSC01225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224382701831187090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past little bit I have had some fun!! I went on a wonderful basic skills hike!! Oh what a party it was!! Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC9JsZ4PFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9tPkp8Ql9s8/s1600-h/DSC01271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC9JsZ4PFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9tPkp8Ql9s8/s320/DSC01271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224383541985950802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC9KOExrfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QuXP9mvjDZQ/s1600-h/DSC01279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC9KOExrfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QuXP9mvjDZQ/s320/DSC01279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224383551024246258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC9KF81JtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wTAuBeT_N1I/s1600-h/DSC01280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC9KF81JtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wTAuBeT_N1I/s320/DSC01280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224383548843435730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Yellowstone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-XuLko2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3xPxyLYIbxw/s1600-h/DSC01257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-XuLko2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3xPxyLYIbxw/s320/DSC01257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384882492613474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-X0Q1vqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PYTNzuMKGuw/s1600-h/DSC01263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-X0Q1vqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PYTNzuMKGuw/s320/DSC01263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384884125318818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-XyTXHzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9TWojiOnB-o/s1600-h/DSC01298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-XyTXHzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9TWojiOnB-o/s320/DSC01298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384883599023922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-YAayx6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/FWj_UQ2EBiA/s1600-h/DSC01301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-YAayx6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/FWj_UQ2EBiA/s320/DSC01301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384887388293026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-YU_wt_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a8-9NH6gjto/s1600-h/DSC01303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC-YU_wt_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a8-9NH6gjto/s320/DSC01303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384892912056306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I going to have more time on my hands! So I will blog more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-7210662737704174833?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7210662737704174833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=7210662737704174833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7210662737704174833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/7210662737704174833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/07/k-so-not-so-good-at-blogging.html' title='K so not so good at blogging!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SIC8YylX6pI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HkCGebMzvkg/s72-c/DSC01225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-8600104366177917704</id><published>2008-05-22T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:13:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of Random</title><content type='html'>K Gretchie!! You want six random things.  Let us see if I can do you justice.&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was little I wanted to be a country singer.  Not just any country sing, but Dolly Parton.  Yes I know it is every little girls dream to look the same at 70 as you did when you were 20.  Also who wants to fit in a shirt.  My dreams turned for the worst as I got older.  Up you guessed it the shirt doesn't just fit it is to big.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was in prom royalty when I was a senior. Yep I stood up on the stage in front of my friends, in my pink dress and listened to them call some other girls name. I thought of running up and punching her in the face and stealing the crown, but it wouldn't be lady like. And, I am a lady.(I better not have a comment about that!)&lt;br /&gt;3. One of my very favorite places to go is Yellowstone. One of my favorite places to go there is a little place called sea gull point.  There is a picnic area that my family often stops at. When there I walk down to the lake by myself and sit and think.  I can only sit there for so long because I always have this fear that a bear is going to bust out of the woods and eat me.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I moved to the house we live in now I was not a fan of the school I went to. It is a little county school where everyone but me had been in the same class since first grade.  They were very mean to me and made funny of me. So I became the funny kid.  I did that because if I was the funny kid I would know what they were laughing at and I was fine with them laughing at me because I was funny.&lt;br /&gt;5. I was cut from basketball twice when I was in high school. So instead of letting them get the best of me I became the basketball manager. Yep that is right. I filmed the games and got them water.  The best part was on our senior night my senior year I got more cheers than any of the players. He He He!! Oh sweet revenge!&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to speak in church. It does not freak me out at all. I have had to come up with quick talks on the spot and I loved it. It is the same way with teaching at church. I really do love to teach and help people better understand the gospel. It is one of my very most favorite things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know if this cuts it but it is a little look into me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-8600104366177917704?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8600104366177917704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=8600104366177917704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/8600104366177917704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/8600104366177917704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/05/kind-of-random.html' title='Kind of Random'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-8392512185691196315</id><published>2008-05-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:55:12.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>Today on Mother's Day I am going to tell you all a little bit about why I love my mom.    Mom is a party. On my Sister's profile on her station page there is a question that is asked. The question is what do you do when you need to laugh. My Sister put,"I call my Mom." It is so true. When I need a little pick me up I call my Mom. She has lived her life. Mom lives each day. It may not be a perfect day or even close to a good day, but she lives it. My Mom isn't perfect. I Mom has made mistakes in her life but she isn't afraid to let that stop her. Mom taught me to accept people. Differences are not bad.I love my Mom. This is a very short list. To end it I want to share one of the biggest reasons I love my Mom. She gave me the gift of the Gospel. She let me choose for myself. She gave me the chance I needed to learn about and learn to follow Christ. So she helped give me physical life as well as spiritual life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-8392512185691196315?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8392512185691196315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=8392512185691196315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/8392512185691196315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/8392512185691196315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-4916561478587574924</id><published>2008-05-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:41:15.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good old summer time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SCHYoeb3-kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wieRb19R0Zo/s1600-h/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SCHYoeb3-kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wieRb19R0Zo/s320/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197673634838608450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SCHYEub3-jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tdxzkz7Jclo/s1600-h/DSC00757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SCHYEub3-jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tdxzkz7Jclo/s320/DSC00757.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197673020658285106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was little and summer meant playing out side everyday, going swimming, playing softball, and doing nothing. I don't know when it happened but summer is now going to school everyday, doing homework, working (not that I have a job right now, but if I wasn't in school I would), and never getting to do nothing. Why did I want to grow up? So this summer I am changing things up.  Yes that is right I am putting my foot down. I know I still have to go to school and work, but I am going to make time to enjoy summer like I did when I was a little kid. I am going to go swimming, play at the park, go camping, and a host of other things. Now it has been a long time since I was a little kid. So I need a little help with making a list of things to do in the summer. So if you have any bright ideas by all means tell them to me.&lt;br /&gt;1. Camping&lt;br /&gt;2. Swimming&lt;br /&gt;3. Golf&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing at the park&lt;br /&gt;5. Horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;6. walk to the sno shack&lt;br /&gt;7. Play fribee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-4916561478587574924?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4916561478587574924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=4916561478587574924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/4916561478587574924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/4916561478587574924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-old-summer-time.html' title='The good old summer time!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SCHYoeb3-kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wieRb19R0Zo/s72-c/DSC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-2180611173661646880</id><published>2008-04-30T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:05:33.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't tomorrow May?</title><content type='html'>So... I have a bone to pick with Heavenly Father! Tomorrow is May 1. Two days ago it was 70 outside.  The grass is green, the birds are singing and my body is telling me that I should be warm. Well, Rexburg weather is not listening to all of the clues of spring. This morning it was about 30 outside with high winds (which here means it is about 10 or 20 degrees cooler) and it was snowing. That is breaking so many rules. K so they are only my rules, but I am a daughter of God and they should count for something. Yeah, I know what they count for. A big fat lesson on being happy with whatever the Lord gives you. I should learn His rules so I don't have to be taught them the hard way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-2180611173661646880?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2180611173661646880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=2180611173661646880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/2180611173661646880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/2180611173661646880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/04/isnt-tomorrow-may_30.html' title='Isn&apos;t tomorrow May?'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-746056439284468047</id><published>2008-04-26T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:21:09.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Isn't It!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I walked home by myself. They tell us as girls this is a bad idea. I have been walking home alone since I was little. I should listen to people, but something happens when I walk home at night. At home I live out of the city limits.  There that means pretty close to the middle of nowhere. I started a habit there. The stars can be seen well walking up my road. So I started talking to them. Really I would talk to a lot of people. Mostly my Father in Heaven. I always felt He could really hear me out there. Maybe I just prayed better. I still have that habit and it came forth tonight. Though, tonight was different. As I came out of the parking lot between the girls dorms I looked up the road. Like always I was blessed to see the temple. This time I saw something new. As I looked towards the Temple it drew my gaze upward. I have never seen such a pillar. The thought crossed my mind,"Is the light going up from the Temple or is the light coming from Heaven." The answer is I don't know. I am happy not knowing, because no matter what the Light was good. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It engulfed me the whole way home. It brought my thoughts and talking to the sky back to talking with Father. All I know is He protected me and I was blessed to feel how wonderful this night was. I am going to be alright and I am finally learning how to change. I feel loved in so many ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-746056439284468047?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/746056439284468047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=746056439284468047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/746056439284468047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/746056439284468047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-isnt-it.html' title='Funny Isn&apos;t It!'/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683898993979508876.post-3267221346622817758</id><published>2008-04-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:47:12.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYtTZEaSaI/AAAAAAAAAII/tTSGpFw3588/s1600-h/DSC01203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYtTZEaSaI/AAAAAAAAAII/tTSGpFw3588/s320/DSC01203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189885431761226146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten how beautiful Montana is. Every time I leave this place for a while it feels like I am see great new wonders when I come back.  Each mountain has her own story to tell. One of grace and adventure. As I come down into the plains I feel as though there is an appealing mystery. Each hill draws me on as I try to find out what they are hiding. People are right in saying that Montana is one of the last of the great frontiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683898993979508876-3267221346622817758?l=marlaynawiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3267221346622817758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8683898993979508876&amp;postID=3267221346622817758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/3267221346622817758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683898993979508876/posts/default/3267221346622817758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaynawiley.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-forgotten-how-beautiful-montana.html' title=''/><author><name>Marlayna Wiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940519232439607200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYoRJEaSYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2mM-FUAGaEE/S220/n193301610_31846195_1790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lUB2s5Q0_k/SAYtTZEaSaI/AAAAAAAAAII/tTSGpFw3588/s72-c/DSC01203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
