<?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-1814669219632233251</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:29:39.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Old Me and My Little Old Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Dexi Darling</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1814669219632233251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dexi Bo McDowell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049592724146373000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o29MkjLA9D0/SAFkMVpUZgI/AAAAAAAAABk/0ACQH7Api7E/S220/dexi+dexi+dexi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814669219632233251.post-3863527307857883760</id><published>2008-04-13T20:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:26:25.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a472.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/103/l_655c4f9f78b2a7045efe332587b82477.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that has happened to me this year is Lauren Johnson. When everything else is going haywire she is my escape. I am with her almost always and she is close to one of the only true friends i have right now. When she is gone or cant hang out i pretty much have nothing to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ve never ever had as many inside jokes as i do with this girl. The pictures she makes me are the cutest ever and i like to hang them all over my room.&lt;br /&gt;Shes probably the only person i pass notes with besides breea. We have a notebook we write in and give to each other in between classes and i love it. we draw cute pictures in it and tell eachother about our days.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is one of the goofiest girls i know. She is like me in so many ways. We always laugh at the dumbest things. We tell eachother if something is bothering us about the other. When we ask eachother how we look we tell the truth. and if either of us looks ugly we will say so. its awesome to know someone's honest opionion.&lt;br /&gt;We are close close close with eachother's families. I love going over to her house and i'm there so much i feel like part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me talking to lauren's dad - "did you miss me"&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's dad - "you were gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren talking to her dad on the phone&lt;br /&gt;her dad- "i'm going to get food what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - "...tells him what she wants...oh yeah and Dexi is here."&lt;br /&gt;Her dad - "imagine that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a808.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/75/l_d8c22d00ca36cc9f5a3ec625a1af7077.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with her are the best. She comes over after school and we watch movies and she eats all my food. especially the ohs cereal and the lucky charms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a965.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/118/l_8a42f33cc1cc31f6e78278068e3c0ec4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WE PLAY SCRABBLE !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if her parents let her she sleeps over and we stay up til 4 talking. thats about when we start bugging eachother real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a34.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/80/l_81c08e9dc7ae6c7a12614cf09f998bc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a156.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/l_9ccff26123796b487b2dd23f5115c213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll never forget the sleepover when we figured out we could set the camera to take the pictures on a timer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a993.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/118/l_f02a5f43db099e226c94c0a6abba9bf0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we would run into eachother trying to get in front of the camera before it took the picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we wake up we usually have to go over to laurens house and watch kaitlyn for the day unless we are lucky and she found somewhere to go. so we ride the pink scooter over or something.&lt;br /&gt;then at her house we watch movies, lay on the tramp or listen to music. and we clean, usually i do dishes if someone already hasnt and then Lauren and Kaitlyn do thier room and whatever else needs done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i eat all thier food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes she gets to come over during the week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we do scrapbook stuff in my room. i make one really cute page in the time she makes about twenty random pages covered in cut outs and wierd phrases.&lt;br /&gt;then she hangs them all over my room and tanner's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have quote books that we write in and print out quotes to glue in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love beign with lauren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like the sleep overs we had last summer that were super crazy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and some of the best times of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a468.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/41/l_a07d5ce6b723903fe9555bb861e8b733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a468.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/41/l_a07d5ce6b723903fe9555bb861e8b733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a107.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/18/l_1e99dbfa2cf797ceaa16212e2870bcda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a107.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/18/l_1e99dbfa2cf797ceaa16212e2870bcda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just the other day Lauren's dad forgot it was his day to pick up after track so we walked off capmus and down this street and just sat on the sidewalk listening to music. it was so awesome&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a32.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_b90da6724f7cb7e379c8943133130c7f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Camping triprs with her are absolutely amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a987.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/115/l_79b40547bd77a24ddf2f698f5118bb22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love the places we go with her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like to the easter pageant when we sang in the car all the way there and back.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or to the car wash where we all scream real loud &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a759.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/110/l_357da798609969f7152d4b2efe070f8e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or the grocery store where we pass the toilet paper down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or getting up really early to go to kaitlyn's soccer games&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a648.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/117/l_abd189567733b6a7608a012c8e7b9b0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or to los favoritos where we get gumballs out of the pinball machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or on girls nights out with her sister and her mom when we get the "all you can eat soup salad and breadsticks" at olive garden and forget to give the guy our keys at the car wash &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f278/SpazyBlonde14/olivegarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or shopping when we go to oldnavy after its been closed for a couple minutes but laurens mom convinces them to let us shop for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just sitting at home watching CSI or " Enchanted "&lt;br /&gt;or dancing around in the living room really wierd with the music blasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1814669219632233251-3863527307857883760?l=dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3863527307857883760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1814669219632233251&amp;postID=3863527307857883760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1814669219632233251/posts/default/3863527307857883760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1814669219632233251/posts/default/3863527307857883760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/2008/04/lauren-johnson.html' title='Lauren Johnson'/><author><name>Dexi Bo McDowell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049592724146373000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o29MkjLA9D0/SAFkMVpUZgI/AAAAAAAAABk/0ACQH7Api7E/S220/dexi+dexi+dexi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814669219632233251.post-1938744269680705357</id><published>2008-04-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:48:44.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th Grade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has been okay, but definantly not my best. its the first year in pretty much the history of ever that i have been around so much drama. some kids are really really stupid with what they are doing to their lives and sometimes i feel like i stand alone. The best thing that has come out of this year is knowledge and new friendships. i am going to miss the teachers at payne and some of the kids that are going to perry next year. but i am excited for high school. i hope it will bring new opportunities and new friends. &lt;a href="http://a387.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_10f79d41b6f9f6ea5579f9cc4bb18172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a387.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_10f79d41b6f9f6ea5579f9cc4bb18172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="323" alt="" src="http://a387.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_10f79d41b6f9f6ea5579f9cc4bb18172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not one of my best days, as you might be able to tell from my facial expression. &lt;a href="http://a387.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_10f79d41b6f9f6ea5579f9cc4bb18172.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a293.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_98393f062cf524c2d2d8d748c669608c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a293.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_98393f062cf524c2d2d8d748c669608c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bus Ride. Kylene and I usually sit by eachother. She gets on and saves us a seat and i carry her stuff for her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a297.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/77/l_d331bccf378f33ce64e198e0d71ace70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Breea, Lauren, Tori, Bree, Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a293.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_98393f062cf524c2d2d8d748c669608c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1814669219632233251-1938744269680705357?l=dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1938744269680705357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1814669219632233251&amp;postID=1938744269680705357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1814669219632233251/posts/default/1938744269680705357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1814669219632233251/posts/default/1938744269680705357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/2008/04/8th-grade.html' title='8th grade'/><author><name>Dexi Bo McDowell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049592724146373000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o29MkjLA9D0/SAFkMVpUZgI/AAAAAAAAABk/0ACQH7Api7E/S220/dexi+dexi+dexi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814669219632233251.post-5410504014927411362</id><published>2008-04-13T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:49:08.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>My name is Dexi Bo McDowell, a new blogger, thanks to the encouragement of Breea Guttery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a741.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/40/l_44f3ad0ae7629c14dc0341543739644c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a741.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/40/l_44f3ad0ae7629c14dc0341543739644c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a id="ctl00_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=14734942&amp;amp;albumID=448079&amp;amp;imageID=20154756"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heres the just on me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You dont have to like me or be my friend but it would be nice if you just let me be me.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am my first priority. I want to do everything i can to become the best person i can be, mentally, physically and spiritually. My family, good friends, church, school, music and sports are to be whats important to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am starting to think higer of myself and appreciate myself. I am smart and talented, and now i just want to live to my full potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I set my standards high. In my opinion, you can have fun without getting in trouble and doing stupid stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont and wont smoke, or drink. its just not my thing. if you want to thats your desicion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really dont like it when kids are disrespectful to adults. You have a right to your opinion, but there are respectful ways to express yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I respect my parents and i expect my friends to also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm mormon. Its a religion, not a book of rules. We have agency just like anyone else in the world. I love the church. The standards i follow are standards i believe in and love following, not standards that i am forced into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realize we live in a cruel world. i'm not too nieve. and frankly i think i'm pretty down to earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont "hate" people, no matter who they are, I never intentionally hurt people's feelings and i'm not trying to impress anyone, I'm just trying to be the best me i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1814669219632233251-5410504014927411362?l=dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5410504014927411362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1814669219632233251&amp;postID=5410504014927411362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1814669219632233251/posts/default/5410504014927411362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1814669219632233251/posts/default/5410504014927411362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dexibomcdowell.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-name-is-dexi-bo-mcdowell-new-blogger.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Dexi Bo McDowell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049592724146373000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o29MkjLA9D0/SAFkMVpUZgI/AAAAAAAAABk/0ACQH7Api7E/S220/dexi+dexi+dexi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
