<?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-2319099753347951745</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:55:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity and...</title><subtitle type='html'>You can't go farther than that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-6497844230488706082</id><published>2011-06-18T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:04:06.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scottish Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, as most of you know that last weekend I went to the Scottish Festival at Thanksgiving Point. It was really fun. Some of you who were there most likely saw me in a kilt. You lucky buggers you. Yes, I did wear a kilt to the festival, and I have a right to. I am at least a quarter Scottish if not me. Plus the last name Armstrong just brings out the best of me. Then when you put me in a Scottish festival it gets even worse. I do have some pictures of me in a kilt but they are not when I was at the festival. So I will post those with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tscsUIQ6dTs/Tfw7ktqJW8I/AAAAAAAAArc/IDgRQNRYKXk/s1600/250817_10150195682722890_563032889_7635503_6740034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tscsUIQ6dTs/Tfw7ktqJW8I/AAAAAAAAArc/IDgRQNRYKXk/s320/250817_10150195682722890_563032889_7635503_6740034_n.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look at this awesome person! Only real men can pull this off"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So as you can see above. I look dang good in a kilt. Now some of you are like, "I didn't know that you were like this. It is impossible." Well, all I can say is that kilts are for real men, and we Armstrongs can always pull this off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So back to the festival. My old mission companion, Elder Jasper, went with me. Then a good friend from Serbia, Nikola, meet with us there. It was a great time to hang out with them. Of course I got some crap from them about wearing a kilt, but I did get them to call kilts, kilts and not skirts. There is a difference, not much but there is. You are probably saying what is the difference of a kilt. One is what you wear with it. You don't wear a sparan with it. You are asking, "what is a sparan?" Here is what it is. It is the little pouch thing that is in front. You can see mine in the picture above. It is black. The other thing is that we usually have a knife on the belt (which by the way is a huge belt usually.) After teaching my friends about the kilt we watched the Scottish Games that were going on. It was really cool. I might be participating in those. I don't know for sure. It would be really fun. I would have to get a lot stronger then I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only regret that I have about being at the festival is that I didn't have any haggis. I need to try this dish. I have heard some mixed likes and dislikes about haggis, and I have decided that I need to try it before I can make up my mind. Other than that I do wish I could of made it to my nephews b-day party. It was kind of sad that I didn't know where the party was and I didn't get to their house until a hour and a half after the party started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that is about it for me. See you next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-6497844230488706082?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6497844230488706082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=6497844230488706082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6497844230488706082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6497844230488706082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/06/scottish-festival.html' title='The Scottish Festival'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tscsUIQ6dTs/Tfw7ktqJW8I/AAAAAAAAArc/IDgRQNRYKXk/s72-c/250817_10150195682722890_563032889_7635503_6740034_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4986459855222024888</id><published>2011-06-01T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:43:49.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you read the title you were probably thinking that this post is going to be about last weekend. Well, YOU ARE GOING TO BE correct about that. This post is totally going to be about this past week. Well, it started off with a long drive home. It was not the funnest drive I have done. It was a good weekend did a lot of things. Sorry to Jasper. I have a good explanation on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Saturday I spent the day doing random work for my parents around the house. Put up a waterfall in the back yard for them. It is a pretty cool waterfall, but it would be better if the dirt behind it was piled up a bit higher. Then I helped with my mom put on the coolest item on her bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Note: This is not my mom or her bike or my dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbIzV7tWfTc/TecZ2k1zPcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xc8ChwYD0Bw/s400/dog%2Bbasket%2Bon%2Bbike.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613483885933575618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that you all know that I would never even buy a dog like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the problem is with the dog we have would brake the bike. I have three good reasons for this fact I just said. Our dog is at least 100 lbs over weight. I sti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ll don't know how this happens with raccoons taking her food. Two the basket that I put on is only made for a weight of 35 lbs at the most. So, the beast that we claim to own is 200 lbs heavier than that. (Sorry to the beast, but we make fun of her all the time. There is no way for that dog to fit in a basket like that thou.) The third reason is just the first two reason combined do not make the basket work with that dog in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that great experience, we went to go see Thor. It was a great movie. I wonder how it would be in 3D. It would probably be a good movie, but I get motion sickness really easy. It kind sucks, and that is why I am not a big fan of boats. Sorry girls this guy most likely not own a boat in his life. Unless I get scuba certified and I go scuba diving a lot. I don't see that happening. Okay back to Saturday. Well, that is basically it there was much after that. I guess I did see How to Train Your Dragon. It was a good movie. The dragon reminded me of a dog and a fish at the same time. It looks like a cat fish, but it acts like a dog kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9eaZk8ac14/Tece-CRuTSI/AAAAAAAAArE/S8zZPKQwtxs/s400/fishdog_1-650x438.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613489511652543778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is a dragon is what the dragon would look like if it was real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually don't know.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday was a good day. Went to church and that is about it for me. Saw my cousin and his wife for a little bit. Oh yes, I also was taught how to wear a kilt. I will have to say. I like good in a kilt. You may say that is a little weird since a kilt is basically a skirt, but it isn't a skirt. I had to learn how to wear one for the Scottish Festival that is in two weeks. We also went to see my grandparents graves since it was memorial weekend. The kilt just made it better for is the side that I get my Scottish last name. If you want to see me in a kilt you will just have to wait until after the festival so I can get some more pictures. Hopefully my own kilt will have received on time for me to wear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday was a good day as well. My Dad, brother (Joel), and I  got up at 3 in the morning. Okay, I know you are saying, "wait a minute. 3 in the morning doesn't sound like a good thing to me." Well, it usually isn't, but when you have two raccoons making a mess in your backyard you have to do something about it. We tried doing something about it. We were going to shoot them with paint ball guns and BB guns, but my brother's paint ball gun went crazy and started shooting before he pulled the trigger. So unfortunately they got away without a scratch. Oh well, that just means that next time I am down, if they haven't taken care of them yet, I can help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rest of the day was basically getting some things that we need for the BBQ and some other things. Unfortunately nobody but my oldest brother was able to come to the BBQ. The rest of you missed out on some really good brisket, suckers. You should all come next time. It would mean a lot to me. So take this as your invitation to come if you want one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I had a long back to the windy city, and no I don't mean Chicago. I mean Rexburg which is the real windy city. I don't think that I have had a day without wind since I have been here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4986459855222024888?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4986459855222024888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4986459855222024888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4986459855222024888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4986459855222024888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbIzV7tWfTc/TecZ2k1zPcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xc8ChwYD0Bw/s72-c/dog%2Bbasket%2Bon%2Bbike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-2244231124469926332</id><published>2011-04-15T11:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:16:10.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plantar Fasciitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You have plantar fasciitis," the doctor said. Me, "what did you say?" again the doctor said "You have plantar fasciitis." "What is that? I have never heard of it." (Nor 9/10 of the health problem out there) "Is that some sort of disorder where I just want to plant thing and have a fascination to gardening?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84VLDRgeLl0/TaiKoud1rjI/AAAAAAAAApY/E3c_XcQwaAQ/s400/foot%2Bdoctor.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595874969280425522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, plantar fasciitis is a painful inflammatory in the foot. You have your arches right, and your arches are created by ligaments and tendons that pull your bones into an arch shape. Just imagine a bow. You have the wood part of the bow, this is your bone. Then you have the string which is the tendons and ligaments. With plantar fasciitis the ligaments or tendons are inflamed and might be stretched a little. This can cause much pain in the persons foot. The pain is usually in the heel of the foot but can be in other parts of the bottom of the foot. If your foot hurts and you think you have it go see a doctor about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(disclaimer-I am not a doctor so if there is anything that isn't true don't be angry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-2244231124469926332?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2244231124469926332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=2244231124469926332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2244231124469926332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2244231124469926332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/04/plantar-fasciitis.html' title='Plantar Fasciitis'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84VLDRgeLl0/TaiKoud1rjI/AAAAAAAAApY/E3c_XcQwaAQ/s72-c/foot%2Bdoctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-5519002307344562474</id><published>2011-01-19T19:09:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:43:20.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission</title><content type='html'>Sorry that it has taken a long time. I have been busy with school. This blog is going to be about my mission. I know that the last couple have been about the mission, but this one is about the whole thing. In other words it is my thoughts on a mission.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANOgvXH125s/TXwS7-oP3JI/AAAAAAAAApI/lAxTiwJgTeM/s1600/100_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANOgvXH125s/TXwS7-oP3JI/AAAAAAAAApI/lAxTiwJgTeM/s400/100_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583358459665964178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the age of 19 many young men who are members of the Church of Jesus Christ go on missions. I was one of those boys and I am proud of it. It is a great deal. They don't see their families for 2 years and they can only talk on the phone twice a year (if everything is okay) with their families. A lot of people, I found out, think that this is hard. To be honest, it is for the first little bit. As you work hard though it goes away. In the first month you learn a lot of skills, and a lot of lessons. You are put through a very lengthy day of learn the gospel and if it is part of your mission, you learn a new language. I had to learn a new language, and most of you know that I learned Serbian.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564092649146556594" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/TTegyNm-ILI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vtRz6NWwjvk/s400/100_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No once out in the "field" things change. The language that you thought you knew isn't even close to what they speak in the country. Your meals are no longer cooked for you, and you have a little bit more freedom. What I mean by this is that they have you locked up in a compound and they aren't always watching over you. You are the one that decides to get up in the morning. Things also get a little harder. You start having to do things that you normally wouldn't do. Some would say that you have to leave your bubble, or comfort zone. This is so true, or at least in the missions in Europe. I don't know about the other countries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the mission, you meet people that you never thought you would meet. You also have experiences that you never would have had. You will have both of these happen, believe me I know. The members are always great, especially the ones that help you out a lot. On the other side you have things that you really don't want to happen at all. You will have the complete opposite sides of the spectorum. There are times when you will have a great day and everything doesn't go wrong. Then the next day you will have a day when everything goes wrong. Those days may have been bad but they are sometimes the ones that you learn the most out of. Most people they ask about my mission and always ask about the part that were hard. Then after I answer them they always ask if I hated my mission. I don't know why that is. I tell them the truth about my mission, that it is was hard, but I loved it. So now if you have read this had you ask me if I loved my mission you have your answer, yes I did. Sure there were long periods of time without teaching someone, but I received blessings from it. I learned a lot and now after looking back on it I am glad that I went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that is it for me. I loved my mission and I will tell everyone out there that missions are hard but they are worth it in the long run. I guess since I am talking about the mission that I kind of have to bare my testimony of the church. I know this church is true. It was set up by the power of God again on the earth through Joseph Smith. He did translate the Book of Mormon with this same power. I know that it is through the gospel that this world is saved and there is no other way. It is through the Atonement that all men will return to God (to be judged) and that all men will be resurrected from the dead. I know that Thomas S. Monson is the prophet today. The Lord leads the church through him today. Our leaders in the church are called of God and that is why that we need to support our leaders. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-5519002307344562474?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5519002307344562474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=5519002307344562474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/5519002307344562474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/5519002307344562474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/01/mission.html' title='The Mission'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANOgvXH125s/TXwS7-oP3JI/AAAAAAAAApI/lAxTiwJgTeM/s72-c/100_0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7993735958521279455</id><published>2010-12-06T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:18:02.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memory for the week.</title><content type='html'>Well, as you have read that I don&amp;#39;t remember which memory I am on I don&amp;#39;t have a number for this one either. I could find out of I really wanted to but that wouldn&amp;#39;t be as fun. My memory for this week did not happen in Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, or any other country that/was is in my mission. It happened in Germany. Most of you are asking (those that haven&amp;#39;t really stayed in contact with me) when did he go to Germany. Well, I just happened to have a chance to go to Germany in the month of July of 2010. I can tell you the day to it was the 6th of July. My companion and I had to fly to Germany for a few things. As we were up there in Germany we had some fun (up in a country where you don&amp;#39;t know the language you aren&amp;#39;t very useful.) One of the things that we did was go to the Zoo there in Frankfurt. It was really fun. It was my companion, another elder in Germany for some medical reasons, and I. We had a blast. The main thing was that we had the funnest time watching the monkeys that day. There were some monkeys that had a mountain type deal in their area. On the mountain deal there was like a trail that went around it. The monkeys would run around it for a few minutes than attack the door that lead to the inside place. After a few minutes of them attacking the door, they would do the process all over again. It was very funny to watch. I will put photos on when I get home (in a week). If you have any questions please ask them to me by emailing me at &lt;a href="mailto:tmorey@gmail.com"&gt;tmorey@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I will get back to you in a few weeks.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Have fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Must likely be the last one while on my mission.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. 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Some of you are asking how can you not know. Well, one I haven&amp;#39;t looked at my blog for a long time (2 years), I have been emailing my blog posts by my missionary email. So I don&amp;#39;t know what memory it is, if you want to know just take the number from the last one and add 1 to it. It isn&amp;#39;t that hard a 1st grader can do it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Okay, back to the memory. This one is first and only Christmas that I had in the mission field. (I did have two Christmases on my mission, but one was in the MTC.) So my first and only Christmas was in Zadar, Croatia. If you have kept in touch with me you would have known that I spent part of my mission in Croatia and not in Serbia. Well, for this Christmas I first went to some of the members and had a short Christmas lesson with them. After that we had district meeting, had phone calls to the family, and while waiting for that we made banana bread. I will say this. It is one of the Christmases that I will remember the most. I didn&amp;#39;t receive anything that day (it came about 2 months latter, stupid postal service in post-communist countries), but I did get to see Christmas in the true spirit as it should be. Helping out with those in need and talking with those that you love. I shouldn&amp;#39;t limit this just to Christmas day, but to the Christmas season. During the Christmas season my companion and I helped deliver food to those that where helpless and couldn&amp;#39;t leave their homes. That was always a good feeling when we were done.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;That is my memory for the week. Holidays on a mission are very different from those at home with the family. Don&amp;#39;t think that your well be different when you go on your mission.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution is prohibited. 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I am not sure. Everything seems to me as a bler.This week has been so fast that I just think that everyday has been the same almost. That is one reason why love Sundays. It gives me a day that I know for sure what day it is. I would say p-day, but that is after Sunday, and I didn&amp;#39;t have this memory on a p-day.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;One Sunday (when I was in Novi Sad) I was trying to play the piano. Most of you know that I can&amp;#39;t play, but a few hymns. Well, one of my companions (was the Branch President at the time) was having a interview with one of the members. He had asked for a blessing at the end of the interview. My companion asked if he could use my oil that I had. So I gave the oil over. The first counselor was the one that was going to be placing the oil on the guys head. (something that my church does when we give blessings to the sick. don&amp;#39;t worry it is in the bible) Well, he didn&amp;#39;t had never given a blessing before. He started off with placing his hands on the shoulders of the member. He then said the beginning of the blessing, however, he had not put the oil on until the middle of the blessing. When he did put the oil on his head he dumped the whole thing of oil on the guys head. (talk about greesy) Tp add on top of that it wasn&amp;#39;t just the whole thing, he put it on in a shape of a cross. That was funny. When my companion handed the vilel over to me it felt a little empty. I opened it and tried to poor out more oil. EMPTY. My companion then told me the story.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t worry the blessing was done again the right way.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. 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I think that this memory was when I first had to stay inside because it was unsafe outside. It was the 10 year anneversiary for the bombing of Serbia by NATO. We cooked a lot of food for we had to stay in for about 4 days. To be honest I got really tired of being in. Not much of a memory. That is about it. Have fun.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution is prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient, please contact the sender by reply email and destroy all copies of the original message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-3016822907189370710?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3016822907189370710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=3016822907189370710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3016822907189370710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3016822907189370710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/11/memory-4.html' title='memory #4'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-6710322885817460047</id><published>2010-11-08T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:13:27.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory #3</title><content type='html'>Memory #3 is going back into time from #2. It was my first experience in Serbia that I had with the police. It was the very first day that I had ever seen Serbia. My companions (I say companions for I was trained in a three-some. weird isn&amp;#39;t it?) and I were on a train heading to my area. My mission president had dropped me and another missionary off in Belgrade. I meet my companions there. So back to the story. We were on the train when two cops came over to us. They started to ask for my papers. (I not know the language yet didn&amp;#39;t understand) I was like what is going on. One of my companions had me get out my passport. The cop took it and started to look at it. The other cop started to ask questions like why we were there. Then, the cop that was looking at my passport pulls out his flash light to look at my passport. I don&amp;#39;t know why for the train had the lights on. It isn&amp;#39;t like he is going to see any black light marks on it either with a regular flash light. It was a really funny experience. That night was one of the few nights that I got home late on my mission. Don&amp;#39;t worry I had permission to get home late every time from the mission pres. or my zone leaders. I got home at about 1-2 in the morning that day. Luckily my mission president let us sleep in 1 hour. Well that is about it for this memory&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution is prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient, please contact the sender by reply email and destroy all copies of the original message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-6710322885817460047?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6710322885817460047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=6710322885817460047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6710322885817460047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6710322885817460047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/11/memory-3.html' title='Memory #3'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-2515593441312808488</id><published>2010-11-01T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:48:26.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Event #2</title><content type='html'>Okay, event #2 happened in Novi Sad as well. My companion and I were invited over to a house that belonged to two of our English class students. They invited us over, and when we got there they hadn&amp;#39;t had breakfast. It was the first time for a long time that I had eggs and bacon. I hadn&amp;#39;t had that since the MTC and this was was right before I got put into Sremska Mitrovica. It was great. I wouldn&amp;#39;t say that this was a very spiritual experience, but I have made friend with their family because of that. If their daughter gets big with her band then I can say that I know her. She is well on her way too. I just think that if they can brake out of Serbia that they will hit it big. Back to the event. We had a very good talk about the gospel and a few other things, but it was them that helped me to learn that Serbians were great people. Most of you know that I have always said that I love the people here. It was this event that made it even stronger than it was before. There have only been a few other events that had the same effect on me. I can honestly say that I love Serbian now. Sure they can be stubborn, but they can also be some of the nicest people I have meet. I don&amp;#39;t think that there are many people that will let you in (not knowing who you are) and just give you cake and juice to drink. They also love to talk. I think that I have heard more life stories from them than I will ever hear again on my mission.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;My last thing to say to all of those that are going on a mission. Love the people. Want to get to know them. If you don&amp;#39;t want to get to know them, then they don&amp;#39;t want to listen or get to know you. The work will be a lot better if you get to know the people individually and as a whole. That is it for this week.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution is prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient, please contact the sender by reply email and destroy all copies of the original message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-2515593441312808488?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2515593441312808488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=2515593441312808488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2515593441312808488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2515593441312808488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/11/event-2.html' title='Event #2'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-918108000556426490</id><published>2010-10-25T11:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:20:39.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much is going on here</title><content type='html'>Well, not much is going on here in Serbia. The weather has turned bad and we have started the book fair. It will be nice to be inside at the book fair when it is raining though. Well, a new transfer has began, and I keep being reminded that it is my last. (if you are one of those people stop please.) In fact I had a fellow missionary say that I only have one and a half months left. Since I was told that (5 min. ago from now) I have been pondering on the many things that have happened to me on my mission. There have been a lot of fun things happen. Some good and some bad, but I have learned (I hope) from every experience that I have had here in Serbia and Croatia. It is amazing what a mission will do to a young boy. It is like I don&amp;#39;t know myself anymore. A mission changes you faster than you know. I don&amp;#39;t think that I will now all of the changes that have happened to me on my mission until a few months after I get home.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Okay enough about the future. The past has been good and bad like I said. I think that I am going to try and tell one fun, good, or spiritual experience that I have had on my mission every week. I don&amp;#39;t know if I will be able to do it but we will see. This week is the one of the first of my mission. We (my companions and I) were contacting on the kej (boardwalk) in Novi Sad (my first area). We came upon a young guy that wanted to talk to us. He was from a different city, but was there in Novi Sad for School, and wanted a Book of Mormon. He had a little bit of contact with the missionaries before but not much. The only problem that we had was that he didn&amp;#39;t know how to read Cyrillic. He is originally from Hungary. I just happened to have a Croatian Book of Mormon (not in Cyrillic) on me. I had a thought before to leave that book in my bag. If you want to find out what happened to that young man, you can wait until I get home.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution is prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient, please contact the sender by reply email and destroy all copies of the original message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-918108000556426490?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/918108000556426490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=918108000556426490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/918108000556426490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/918108000556426490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-much-is-going-on-here.html' title='Not much is going on here'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-1521046281025462066</id><published>2010-09-27T05:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:24:01.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mission</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I am on my mission right now. I have noticed that I don&amp;#39;t have much time left on this mission. So I have been pondering about my mission and the things that I have experienced and seen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As many of you know that a mission is full of trials and hardships. I have had my fair share of them. However, I have noticed that it is through these hardships that the Lord thakes our rough edges and smooths them out. It is his way of making us worth more. Like a diamond or silver. The purer the silver the more value it has. Like it says in the Book of Mormon that it is through our trials that the Lord proves us, and makes us stronger. (that is not a direct quote as you can tell) I have decided that it is one reason why the boys of the church at age 19 go on their missions and come back as men at age 21.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;No matter how many trials we have it is the blessings and good times that we have that we remember best. I believe this to be try. For when I look back in my past I have an easier time remembering the hike that my companion and I went on with an investigator than the time I was threatened to be hung by my tie. It are these blessings and events that keep us going. I know for at least for me they have.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;With these two things together; would say that it is really hard to go home from a mission, and still be the same person that you were when you left. For you see things that effect your whole life, experience things you will never forget, and more important chooses you have made change you as well. I will say that I am so happy to be here right now. If I wasn&amp;#39;t here I would probably be in some sort of trouble. I would have been able to have the same experiences that I have had. It has been the best decision that I have made up to this point in my life.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I have heard it said that the mission is the best two years of my life. I would change that to say they have been the hardest, but of the most worth. For it changes you for good. You can never go back to be the person that you were when you left. I say that for on a mission you make one choice that effects the rest of you life. It is either to do as the Lord commands or not. If you haven&amp;#39;t made that decision yet and you are on a mission or have been on a mission than you have not really done what you need to do. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution is prohibited. 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The guy there at the project who was in a chair himself said that it takes about 16 months for people to get it down the way I can balance. So here is the video. For all of you not it a chair just try it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-63893bf84a12f433" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63893bf84a12f433%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331722266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1640A5D481F0A2DB70C3AD1379212E249B22F24B.43D235E7A4B09F7BF310D6C21CB19F57CD4FB5A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63893bf84a12f433%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI2f8D6MrkNh2duQIwQx7oT9JgXg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63893bf84a12f433%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331722266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1640A5D481F0A2DB70C3AD1379212E249B22F24B.43D235E7A4B09F7BF310D6C21CB19F57CD4FB5A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63893bf84a12f433%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI2f8D6MrkNh2duQIwQx7oT9JgXg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-693541982711723330?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/693541982711723330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=693541982711723330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/693541982711723330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/693541982711723330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/wheelchair.html' title='The Wheelchair'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-8002145131885632518</id><published>2010-03-15T04:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T04:15:16.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My year mark in the country</title><content type='html'>Well, sorry that I didn&amp;#39;t do this earlier around my year mark in the country, but I didn&amp;#39;t have time to do that. Since I have been here in Serbia and Croatia there has been some weird things that have happened to me. I think that I will start off with the ones that happened first and do them in that order.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;First was the week that My trainer, my other companion, and I had to stay in for a week. By the way that is coming up again. We had to stay in for the fact that it was the ten year anniversary of the USA bombing Serbia and there were a lot of stuff going on that week. I hated being in that apartment for that long. You get cabin fever real fast. I don&amp;#39;t know if we will have to stay in this year but we most likely will have to. That sucks. Second thing was when my name tags were stolen by a huge dude. That was with Elder Singer (the other companion that I had during the first deal) when we went contacting. The guy was not a nice guy he told us to leave or he would kill us. Then he just came up and took the name tags. I don&amp;#39;t know what he was going to do with them. The third one didn&amp;#39;t happen for a while after that one. It was the University Olympics. They were really fun and we got to see a lot of people from all over the world. If you didn&amp;#39;t know the missionaries in Serbia got in the church news for that one. The fourth one was in a small town of Sremska Mitrovica. It was my second area that I have served in on my mission. I was with Elder Christianson and Beaumont. My pen was stolen and the guy threatened to kill us. He wanted to hang us by our ties and leaves us there. For some reason I got a lot of that at nights. Night time is not a good time to be out. The fifth thing was that I was being sent to Croatia. The whole Croatian experience was a weird one. How many people can say that they served in two countries on their missions, and then return to the one that they started out in. I even got to touch the sea during this experience.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Those are the big ones for me it has been a very interesting year. I don&amp;#39;t know if this next one will top it. We do have a baptism coming up so that might put it over this other one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have also learned a lot about myself and those that want to know they are just going to have to wait until I get home. By then I will have changed even more I guarantee that. So, that has been the big factors for my in my mission. I have now served in three areas and returned to my first one. Until next time have fun! I will be have some.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style=&amp;#39;font-size:7.0pt&amp;#39;;font-family:&amp;#39;"Helvetica","Tahoma","Arial","sans-serif"&amp;#39;&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. 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If you are not the intended recipient, please contact the sender by reply email and destroy all copies of the original message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-8002145131885632518?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8002145131885632518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=8002145131885632518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8002145131885632518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8002145131885632518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-year-mark-in-country.html' title='My year mark in the country'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-3119350142814465129</id><published>2009-12-07T02:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:49:10.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, most of you know that my year mark was last week. I celebrated it with ice-cream and chocolate milk. It was fun. So here is how I have changed with pictures. I will let you see my personality when I get home. It still has a lot to change to be the man I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SxzPI2bxntI/AAAAAAAAAkg/camzuLA5_CY/s1600-h/having+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SxzPI2bxntI/AAAAAAAAAkg/camzuLA5_CY/s400/having+fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412428603150409426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first month in the country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SxzPJLPbyzI/AAAAAAAAAko/Yq1z-KRyBcM/s1600-h/year+mark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SxzPJLPbyzI/AAAAAAAAAko/Yq1z-KRyBcM/s400/year+mark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412428608735791922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a couple of weeks ago&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/2319099753347951745-3119350142814465129?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3119350142814465129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=3119350142814465129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3119350142814465129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3119350142814465129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-most-of-you-know-that-my-year-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SxzPI2bxntI/AAAAAAAAAkg/camzuLA5_CY/s72-c/having+fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7501173413372424690</id><published>2009-08-17T08:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:12:35.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sremska Mitrovica</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody. If you haven&amp;#39;t heard I am now in Sremska Mitrovica. I am in a threesome again. At the end of this transfer I would have been in a three some for half of the time that I have been in Serbia.&lt;p&gt;My Senior Companion is Elder Christianson. He is cool and is really good with the language. He is about 6ft 6 that is tall. My other companion is Elder Beaumont from Canada. He is the one of the new greenies here in Serbia, and he is full of that greenie faith. No wonder the President wants us to call them goldens instead of greenies. Sorry I have hard time charging over. We just call them Gusters anyways.&lt;p&gt;Sremska Mitrovica is a good little town, but it hasn&amp;#39;t always been this little. Sremska Mitrovica was once one of the largest cities in the Roman Empire. In fact it was one of the four capitals. Your can still see some of the ruins here, but there aren&amp;#39;t much since most of them where destroyed by invaders. Before it was destroyed it was the birth place of a lot of Roman Emperors. They are some of them Herennius Etruscus, Hostilianus, Decius, Claudius II. It was also a major military point for the Romans.&lt;p&gt;See you all next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7501173413372424690?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7501173413372424690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7501173413372424690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7501173413372424690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7501173413372424690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/08/sremska-mitrovica.html' title='Sremska Mitrovica'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-5048485682609667482</id><published>2009-06-01T02:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:45:47.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Month Mark</title><content type='html'>My six month mark&lt;p&gt;Wow it is hard to think that my six month mark is here on Wednesday. Six months ago I went into the the MTC not know what was going to happen. Well, now I know and I wouldn&amp;#39;t trade it for anything. Serbia has been a blast. Not fun all the time. In fact it has been basically hard work from the start. (Time just flies when you are having fun or you are working hard) There has been a number of experiences that I have had: meeting new people, learning a language, speaking with apostles, and many other things.&lt;p&gt;It is hard to think that a quarter of my mission is gone. A quarter hard to believe still. After calculating the time that you can do there only leaves like less than 18% of working time left. Not much is it? That is why you work hard and you don&amp;#39;t ever give up. That is one of the exceptions to the word ever. (you know „never say never&amp;quot;) I would put pictures but I left my camera at the stan (apartment).&lt;p&gt;The next 18 months are going to be just as fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-5048485682609667482?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5048485682609667482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=5048485682609667482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/5048485682609667482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/5048485682609667482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/06/six-month-mark.html' title='Six Month Mark'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7925977756075659450</id><published>2009-04-27T02:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:38:58.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu4mguc3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/f-NvfSmODik/s1600-h/boby+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu4mguc3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/f-NvfSmODik/s400/boby+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329287652752388978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu4KqdeEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YcaeFNKj72E/s1600-h/boby+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu4KqdeEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YcaeFNKj72E/s400/boby+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329287645277026370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu31kp7YI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rCGsu0Ebda8/s1600-h/boby+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu31kp7YI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rCGsu0Ebda8/s400/boby+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329287639615532418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu3ovEPDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rfK8QRKGats/s1600-h/boby+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu3ovEPDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rfK8QRKGats/s400/boby+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329287636169538610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu3ET38yI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Wq5eod8z_y4/s1600-h/boby+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu3ET38yI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Wq5eod8z_y4/s400/boby+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329287626391810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7925977756075659450?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7925977756075659450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7925977756075659450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7925977756075659450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7925977756075659450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SfVu4mguc3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/f-NvfSmODik/s72-c/boby+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4850673447764674030</id><published>2009-03-30T02:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:44:08.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCFqTyJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAho/FHHBYrWjwAE/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCFqTyJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAho/FHHBYrWjwAE/s400/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898121836198754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the Serbian Missionaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCEyMls3HI/AAAAAAAAAhg/a01I94SpcOE/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCEyMls3HI/AAAAAAAAAhg/a01I94SpcOE/s400/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318897157832236146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge over the Danube River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCEyKTuSeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aBp0l0VeCJE/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCEyKTuSeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aBp0l0VeCJE/s400/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318897157219961314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missionaries that are serving in Serbia after this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCExdnlzxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iOxx5KS0M9w/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCExdnlzxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iOxx5KS0M9w/s400/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318897145223696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missionaries that are going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCExIlpn7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/sy0A2-laV14/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCExIlpn7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/sy0A2-laV14/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318897139578412978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the same as the first picture but has a few differences.&lt;br /&gt;See if you can find them.&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/2319099753347951745-4850673447764674030?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4850673447764674030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4850673447764674030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4850673447764674030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4850673447764674030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SdCFqTyJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAho/FHHBYrWjwAE/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-1766450276667516472</id><published>2009-02-16T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:54:14.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>posting wonders.</title><content type='html'>I bet you guys are wondering if I can really log in my blog and post new post. I can&amp;#39;t. Then you wonder is he braking rules and the answer is no. I have found a way to post new post and not have to log on to the site. I have to do is email my blog site at the appointed site and it posts my email. All of your blogs can do this. I can post pictures with it but I haven&amp;#39;t found out how to do that and have them come out where I want them so I probably won&amp;#39;t do that. So there is that. Everything here is good and the work is hard but fun.&lt;br&gt;That is everything so far. I will email new posts when something comes up. Hey those that know that I am posting my blog spot can tell everyone else. ke they are the first couple in their situation to ever have a baby! - and survive!&lt;p&gt;I am also so sorry about your companion that is being sent home.? I feel so bad for her and h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-1766450276667516472?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1766450276667516472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=1766450276667516472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1766450276667516472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1766450276667516472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/02/posting-wonders.html' title='posting wonders.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-2558482256006238729</id><published>2009-02-09T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:40:45.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mission 1111</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone&lt;br&gt;I am now in Novi Sad, Serbia. It is a good size city. I am in a three some companionship. My two trainers are Elder Kearney (from Provo) and Elder Singer (from Penn.) The Church is really small here. We have five Active members. I got to bless the Sacrament in Serbian. That was fun. I still have no clue what people are saying. I can catch a few words here and there. I can also guess what they are talking about.&lt;br&gt;We have taught about three lessons to none members here in Novi Sad. I found a new investigator as well. I was the one to stop her. I have decided that I don&amp;#39;t want to be the branch president here in Novi Sad though. Elder Kearney is that had I don&amp;#39;t want that job. After he leaves though Elder Singer gets it so I don&amp;#39;t have to worry about that. I just have to worry if they take me out of Novi Sad in the next 4 months.&lt;br&gt;everything else is going on like usual missionary stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-2558482256006238729?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2558482256006238729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=2558482256006238729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2558482256006238729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2558482256006238729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/02/mission-1111.html' title='mission 1111'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4683392084619800254</id><published>2008-11-18T10:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:46:29.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic Tag</title><content type='html'>Rules: If tagged you have to go to your pics use the fourth file and use the fourth picture. Then explain it in you blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270054477739975602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 558px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SSL-oCSl47I/AAAAAAAAAaE/5GQ8ZsFDh3A/s400/101_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture was taken in Gettysberg on a Tower about 40 to 50 feet up. I took it during our trip to Washington DC. If you want to do this tag then do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4683392084619800254?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4683392084619800254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4683392084619800254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4683392084619800254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4683392084619800254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/11/pic-tag.html' title='Pic Tag'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SSL-oCSl47I/AAAAAAAAAaE/5GQ8ZsFDh3A/s72-c/101_0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-1297366447462083095</id><published>2008-11-10T15:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:17:58.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The What Rider</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie the Ghost Rider a few weeks ago. I know it is not the greatest movie ever made, but I was trying to fall asleep. The movie did the job and I was a sleep within ten minutes. As I was watching the movie I noticed some major flaws in the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267558121706798258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SRogM_YOvLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ILOheHqIj5Y/s400/ghostrider.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off you have the name Ghost Rider; they should change it to the Skeleton Rider. That would be more scary to me for a skeleton can actually do harm to me. All a ghost can do is scare me by jumping out at me. If he was a ghost, he wouldn't be able to stab me or push me off a cliff or something like the sorts. Therefore we know he isn't a ghost, he is a skeleton, he can't walk through walls without destroying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number two, the ghost rider has no muscle at all. How in the world does he move? Now I know that you don't have to have muscles to move if you have other things to movie you, but the Ghost Rider doesn't have any thing but bones. It would be more realistic if he had like gears and mechanical stuff like that, but no he can move with nothing but bone. I wonder if NASA has figured out how he does this; because I have yet to come up with a solution to the problem. Everybody that I know say that you have to have something doing work in order for you to move all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267558109565212002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SRogMSJc1WI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1vbG6NPxou8/s400/ghostrider1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing is he is on fire. There are a lot of problem here. One wouldn't the bones turn to ash, and what about that leather jacket of his. This would really stink, the smell of burn flesh. It is cow flesh but what difference would that make. My other question to flame thing is how does it not go out when he isn't in the sun but as soon as he steps into that sun it is out. Does he have like some electric starter on him that is controlled by some light sensor? This brings up another thing that is totally wrong with the Skeleton Rider story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how he does it, but the Skeleton Rider can grow back his skin and all of his other flesh when he goes back to the human stage. That is my question you can't do that; it is against the laws of nature for humans to grow back all of their organs. There are a few that can like skin and a few other, but not if the person doesn't have them in the first place. I have never seen skin heal after being burnt off like that either; especially if the skin was exposed to that much heat. The Doc. could possible do a skin graph but how would it work if there is no blood supply to it. I have learned that in order for most injuries to heal you have to get oxygen to the area or nothing well happen. This includes the broken bones that he should get by the force of the throws, punches, kick, and all other things that hit him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing is a little bit more realistic but not much. His motorcycle can change just as quickly as he can from the human stage to the "Ghost Rider" stage. I know that you can change the appearance of a bike, but not that quickly. It seems to me that it changes in like five seconds. Not even the Orange County Chopper can do that, and they are some of the best people at building bikes. They can probably do it in like a day or two but never in five sec. The Skeleton Rider's bike also seems to have the ability to drive itself. This is impossible with out some sort of intelligence either artificial; like blonde's who have dyed their hair brown, sorry for those that are blond but I just had to throw that in, or some computer controlling it. We know that it doesn't have any artificial intelligence by the way that acts and how it drivers without the Rider doing the driving. It clipped a truck that was just parked there, and if it did the bike wouldn't have let the license plate fall off at the scene of the crime. Another reason why it has no brains is that after a being driven by that maniac it wouldn't let him drive any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you have is the Skeleton Rider's so called "powers." First one is that stupid stare of his that burns your soul. They have to look in his eyes when he does this, and wouldn't it happen whenever somebody look into his eye. Why don't people just not look when he tells you to do this. If he has the power to control where your face is facing why not just close your eyes. Now the flames. What does the flame do? Is it there just for show? Why doesn't it burn the skin when somebody touches it. Every time I have touched a frame for a longer period of time than just sweeping me hand through it I got burned. The next power that I have is his ability to drive straight up. This is impossible for your would need a whole lot of friction, and I don't know any tires that can do that. When he does this as well, in the movie the building that he drives up is glass and the glass brakes and melt when the bike drives over this. Now I can believe that the glass brakes but melts, the bike isn't on flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267558118055191330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SRogMxxnoyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/o7j5C215Ob8/s400/ghostriderdeath.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-1297366447462083095?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1297366447462083095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=1297366447462083095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1297366447462083095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1297366447462083095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-rider.html' title='The What Rider'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SRogM_YOvLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ILOheHqIj5Y/s72-c/ghostrider.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-2351502445919530246</id><published>2008-10-27T08:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:58:52.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countries in my Mission: Bosnia; Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bosnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261846134381693010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXVLkaVSFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9q2ShtSCtDs/s400/Bosnia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A brief history of Bosnia is first. Bosnia has been ruled by many people in the time Columbus set off on his adventure Bosnia was being ruled by Ottoman. This reign last from 1463-1878, what I would call a very long time to have the same family rule one country. I know that there have been others that have had longer ones but I don't care. Then in 1878 the Austro-Hungarians took over and started to rule instead of the old king. This lasted until 1918. Those Hungarians don't know how to keep a country under their rule. After WWI the first Yugoslavian Kingdom was created, and last right up to 1941 when Hitler or the Nazis took over. After WWII the Socialistic Yugoslavia was created, but not until after a lot of blood shed that was caused by two rebel groups, one for a communistic government and the other for a republic system. I bet you can tell who won. Bosnia was part of this government until 1992 when they broke off and started the Bosnia and Herzegovina. In the 1990's after they broke off the Bosnian War was started. This was started because the Bosnian people had no say in government it was Serbians and Croatian. So they reformed the government. This war was one that could have been prevented if the people just know how to reform the none lethal way. Now Bosnia has a Federal Democratic Republic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.K. enough with the history stuff. Bosnia's cultures has a lot of music, sports, and even movies. Movies are one of Bosnia's biggest like. One of the movies that was made in Bosnia was the 2001 No Man's Land. Sports Bosnia has a lot of different sports that they like. There is boxing, soccer, handball, karate, and even Chess. They have these chess boards that are life sized and they have tournament with them. It would be really cool to play with one of those chess sets. Bosnia held the 1984 14th winter Olympics. Even though they were still under the rule of Yugoslavia, it is like how we in Utah held the 2002 winter Olympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tourism is also really big. It is based on some of their historical sites. The capital city or Sarajevo was named as one of the top 100 cities to visit in the world. There are a lot of other cool places to visit as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food sounds really good with the stuff that they have in it, but looks really discusting. I guess that if I want to find out how it really is I well have to try it. Most of it is like the rest of my country sense they all have had the same background pretty much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847333956452306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXWRZLPf9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/51Qw6DQojm4/s400/kravic+waterfalls+bh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847335263894450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXWReC9e7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/lUs54cdDML4/s400/countryside+bh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847339217330690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXWRsxiIgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/v7X4lWdyx1I/s400/mosque+bh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847811352014290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXWtLnNrdI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4WWYjoa-joY/s400/una+river.+bh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847338130955634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXWRouhXXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MFpVCAPwT_k/s400/neretva+river+bh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847342102235874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXWR3hWSuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NrQQrBd8wdA/s400/park+chess+bh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-2351502445919530246?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2351502445919530246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=2351502445919530246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2351502445919530246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2351502445919530246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/10/countries-in-my-mission-bosnia-part-4.html' title='Countries in my Mission: Bosnia; Part 4'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SQXVLkaVSFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9q2ShtSCtDs/s72-c/Bosnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-394659365418546054</id><published>2008-10-16T12:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:09:30.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countries in my Mission: Montenegro; Part 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Montenegro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257831975444719938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPeSUxESqUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fMkdRSLhMsw/s400/Montenegro.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't much to tell about Montenegro. They split off from Serbia in 2006, like I said in my last blog. Right now the biggest income for the country is tourism. It was declared as the fastest growing tourism attraction in 2004.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The government in a Parliamentary Republic. For those that don't know what a Parliamentary Republic is, it is basically what England has. You have a parliament and then a prime minister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports, the biggest sports are waterpolo and soccer. Since their soccer teams are now Serbian teams, they don't have any soccer teams. They are trying to create new one but so far not much luck. So there you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like it is really beautiful over there. Just look for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257831979049310946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPeSU-fsWuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/muDiAcOxgDM/s400/bjelasica+mountain+range.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257831986526078418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPeSVaWSxdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/c-eJLR48Euw/s400/kolasin+town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                        Kolasin Town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257831985710758690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPeSVXT5-yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IemubhXlvN0/s400/monastery+of+ostrog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             Monostery of Ostrog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257831977551558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPeSU46mePI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LIH13as-eaQ/s400/budva+in+1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Budva in 1900&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-394659365418546054?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/394659365418546054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=394659365418546054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/394659365418546054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/394659365418546054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/10/countries-in-my-mission-montenegro-part.html' title='Countries in my Mission: Montenegro; Part 3.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPeSUxESqUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fMkdRSLhMsw/s72-c/Montenegro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-6187806419693888516</id><published>2008-10-13T12:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:24:37.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countries in my mission: Serbia. Part 2</title><content type='html'>Serbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOUobynwMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cSp_OMXLDEA/s1600-h/Serbia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256708612447256770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOUobynwMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cSp_OMXLDEA/s400/Serbia.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serbia has been part of many countries. It just got out of the Montenegro and Serbia Union in 2006. That country was started in 2003 and before that it was known as the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. The government at the time is a parliamentary republic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather. The weather is not much different than here in Utah. Serbia is just more humid than Utah. During the summer it is hot and during the winter it doesn't get as cold as here in Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports. Serbia has a few big sports there. The main sports or the biggest are soccer, basketball, tennis, and water polo. In soccer they have two teams besides the national Serbian teams the Red Star Belgrade and the FK Partizan. The Red Star Belgrade team is a formal Yugoslavia team. It also won the 1991 Euro Cup and the Intercontential Cup in Tokyo in the same year. Both have their headquarter in Belgrade. In water polo they got the bronze medal in the 2008 summer Olympics and has 6 titles of Euro Champs. In basketball they won the 1991 Euro basketball championship but could not defend it the next year for the UN did not let them participate. In tennis they have two very big tennis players, Jelena Jankovic and Novak Djokovic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFjh8CgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/NbQjIeHWxa4/s1600-h/Jelena+Jankovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256715709810739714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFjh8CgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/NbQjIeHWxa4/s400/Jelena+Jankovic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jelena Jankovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256717908322162978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOdFhn6GSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Rlt2YCfQoI4/s400/red+star+belgrade.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Red Star Belgrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716952368408290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOcN4axZuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Rd7Z3oHZxho/s400/stadion+crvena+zvezda.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Stadion Crvena Zvezda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFqYlHnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kSrAuMrqbc4/s1600-h/FK+Partizan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256715711650537074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFqYlHnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kSrAuMrqbc4/s400/FK+Partizan.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FK Partizan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFTDa_ZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rPJuYih9AvE/s1600-h/Novak+Djokovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256715705387777426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFTDa_ZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rPJuYih9AvE/s400/Novak+Djokovic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism. Serbia has five national parks. The big cities are also very big tourism places and Serbia has a lot of mountain areas that are very popular like the volcanic wonder Davolja Varos. There are many ancient buildings and they have great festivals. There are also really cool castles in Serbia.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFp6iCbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jkxFdhQC9AI/s1600-h/Bac,+Vojvodina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256715711524506034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPObFp6iCbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jkxFdhQC9AI/s400/Bac,+Vojvodina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fortress of Bac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256717916354982930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOdF_jFNBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vWaL7ON3ROE/s400/studenica+monastery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Studenica Monastery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716947583116818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOcNml3phI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Y9q7h3DXNrc/s400/belgrade+university.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgrade University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716951367321186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOcN0sGBmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KqMCIJpkMw4/s400/monument+to+the+unknown+hero+of+WW1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Monument of the Unknown Hero of WWI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716951223782642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOcN0J3zPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/atTM58jV83U/s400/Golubac+fortress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Golubac Fortress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-6187806419693888516?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6187806419693888516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=6187806419693888516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6187806419693888516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6187806419693888516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/10/countries-in-my-mission-serbia-part-2.html' title='Countries in my mission: Serbia. Part 2'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SPOUobynwMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cSp_OMXLDEA/s72-c/Serbia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7285771182893630688</id><published>2008-09-27T17:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:42:08.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countries in my Mission: Croatia. Part 1</title><content type='html'>Ok for everyone to know when I opened my call I have trying to find out things about the countries inside my mission. Now I have decided to tell you somethings about the countries. There are going to be six blogs about them, one country at a time. Hopefully I can do one at least one a week, we will see. I will start with the country Croatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Croatia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250854467709917570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7IUXMfWYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GrH5TG5FjlQ/s400/Croatia.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Government. Croatia was once part of Yugoslavia which was split into six countries, All of which are in my mission. It became an independent country in 1990. It may seem that it is a new country, but your wrong there probably isn't much more growth for it at all. It is a Democratic Republic and from the 1990 to 2000 it used a presidential government, but now it is a parlimential government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880293006839026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7fzl7FjPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gi8Cwouk6Ek/s400/croatia+3.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transportation. Croatia's best way of travel is driving for they have contructed new highways and freeways. They also use the rail system like most of Europe but it is not as good as most of the rail system in the other countries. It also has Three majer airports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880294095938818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="108" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7fzp-v5QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wb4cCpBrL2g/s400/croatia+2.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food. In the coastal area the food is more of Greek, Italian, and Illyrian food. The inland area has more food that comes for the Turks, Hungarian, and Viennese. Plates that they have is goulash, squid, sea spider salad, duck, pheasant, odojak (Roast Pork), veal steaks, cod with potatoes. Their desserts and sweets sound very good. They do things like strudels and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Orahnjača (sweet bread with walnuts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880295003061234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7fztXBe_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/byeKdCx5l_A/s400/croatia+1.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports. Croatia's main sports are football (soccer), tennis, waterpolo, and hand ball. The Croatian soccer team came in third place at the 1998 World Cup and one of the players got the golden boot for scoring the most goals in the season. There are two big soccer teams besides the national soccer team, the NK Dinamo Zagreb and HNK Hajduk Split. They were the 2003 world champs in handball. They have the best handball player in the world, Ivano Balic. In waterpolo the Mladost team is the seven time champs of Europe and the Croatian waterpolo team is considered the best in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250881244819524738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7gq_s6jII/AAAAAAAAAWI/tIwLqElOfRw/s400/Croatian+soccer.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nature. Croatia has one really well known national park, the Plitvice Park. It has many beautiful waterfalls. Just look for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880291354239410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7fzfxE4bI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FYzU_FO25pQ/s400/croatis+waterfalls.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880290701144162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7fzdVXcGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/hiU24ZeAuEM/s400/plitvice+waterfalls.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7285771182893630688?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7285771182893630688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7285771182893630688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7285771182893630688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7285771182893630688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/09/countries-in-my-mission-croatia-part-1.html' title='Countries in my Mission: Croatia. Part 1'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SN7IUXMfWYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GrH5TG5FjlQ/s72-c/Croatia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-3865336979314875098</id><published>2008-09-08T19:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:39:18.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mission Call</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone. I got my mission call. I opened it on Friday the 5 of September. It said, "Elder Taylor Morey Armstrong you are called to... serve in the Slovenia/Croatia Mission... you will be speak Serbian..." How cool is that. My mission covers six countries; Slovenia, Croatia, Montenegro, Macedonia, Serbia, and Bosnia. I am to report on the 3rd of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt; is on the 30th of November, last Sunday of the month. So all of you that read this are invited to come. It is going to be at my church build. If any of you don't know where that is, it is on 3200 west and 5375 south. You can't miss it is the first church on the right coming from 5400 south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-3865336979314875098?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3865336979314875098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=3865336979314875098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3865336979314875098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3865336979314875098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mission-call.html' title='My Mission Call'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-8123315043825375707</id><published>2008-08-30T12:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:00:16.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Paper, The wait so far</title><content type='html'>Oh man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for those mission papers slash call is killing me. It is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas and you know that you are getting something really cool. What makes it worse is that I might have to wait a few days before I find out where I am going. This is because I might have to work the day it comes. I don't find out until I go to work today. I think that I will open it if I do have to work before I announce it to everyone if I do have to work. So that is just for those that were wondering about what I would do if I had to work. My next blog well be the announcement of were I will be going. So this one is so short. Not much to up date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-8123315043825375707?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8123315043825375707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=8123315043825375707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8123315043825375707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8123315043825375707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/mission-paper-wait-so-far.html' title='Mission Paper, The wait so far'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7403831266942739912</id><published>2008-08-22T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:06:16.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update like ONE MILLIONITH</title><content type='html'>I know that it has been a will since I last put up a blog. So here is what has happened. I got my new job and now I don't see my family very much for when I am at home they are either asleep or are gone. When they are home I am either a sleep or working at Jubilee. It is an okay job and I can't wait to go on my mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my family and I went to Island Park to go fishing. There wasn't very much fishing going on for some reason. My dad almost had to use some self-defense on this guy was mad at him for some reason while we were fishing the Henry's fork of the Snake River. We got to get a lot of huckleberry ice-cream, that was really good. We also rode four-wheelers around for a day. That was really fun when we were driving them back from West Yellowstone. I think that we made a new record on the time that we did it in. One hour, was the time that it took for us to get back to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update on my mission papers. Last night I scheduled an appointment with me Stake Pres. So I have that on Sunday and then I will have to wait for my papers to be prosist and get my call. I also have scheduled when I am going to become an Elder but I don't have a time yet, just a day. So that recieve a call from me will now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, can't forget to put on here what happened to me at Alpine Slide. Most of you readers know what happened but for those that don't I will tell. I was going down the slide as fast as I can. First mistake that I did. When all of a sudden the sled came out from under my and made me the sled for about ten feet. Talk about road rash. When I stopped I got back on the sled to finish the ride. The second big mistake that I committed. It wasn't 10 sec. latter that it did the same thing. I think that there was something wrong with the sled. Just to make it more clear with what happened is that I did not go off the slide the sled flipped and I became the sled. I have pics. but I won't post those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have for you today. I will be right back after I get more news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7403831266942739912?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7403831266942739912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7403831266942739912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7403831266942739912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7403831266942739912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-like-one-millionith.html' title='Update like ONE MILLIONITH'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7488531269945659776</id><published>2008-07-24T16:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:03:58.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I find my self on day eight, of this amazing trip, already. Well, like I said before that we were leaving Roatan a little early, and were headed back to El Progresso. It was really fun on Roatan, but I was already getting the big rock syndrome. I didn't want to be on that little island for very much longer. So Jared and I went to the airport to get a ticket to cross the water instead of taking that stupid boat again. Hopefully, I thought, that the airport won't close. Well it didn't close so that made me really happy. during the 15 min. flight Jared said that they were going to drop him off and take me back so I would have to take the boat. He said that they won't let me back until I had thrown up three more times. Well, of course they didn't take me back to Roatan. We got to the main land and caught a bus to El Progresso. That was a really long bus ride. Jared was hoping that somebody would be home at the doctors house so we didn't have to care our luggage around with us. When we got there, luckily, somebody was there to let us in. For the rest of the day I pretty much slept and then went and called home. Jared has pictures of this day. One of me and my burnt arms and pictures of the ocean from the plane. I forgot to get them from him. So Jenny Ann would you please send those to me, or you could just have Jared do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day nine, the second to last day in Honduras. On this day we went shopping for gifts for everybody. We got most of the jerseys on this day. This day was also the day that we had the big BBQ. It was really fun, and the meat was really good. The only problem was that they gave me so much. My plate was full of meat and it was piled up so I had like three steaks on the plate. It was really good and the sauce that they had for the meat was amazing. One was really hot where as the other was mild, and both were really good. The thing is that Jared forgot to tell me that I had to have a dress shirt for the BBQ before I went down there so I had to use one of Jared's shirt. It is a really nice shirt unless he has done something to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226718529158866978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SIkIz1d3aCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J_20BqrVdIc/s400/Copan-+on+bus+to+Copan+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226718524920491522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SIkIzlrW7gI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pqpTXpTskdg/s400/Chinchilla,+Velma,+Taylor+and+Velma%27s+sister.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226718521051551554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SIkIzXQ7l0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/KUKL5j25bLw/s400/Chinche.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally day ten, my last day. Today was a very long day. I had to get up, get all me things ready to go to the airplort, and then I had to go to the airport. That was just until I got to the airport. When I got to the airport there were no Delta people at the place that I pick up my tickets from. So Jared and I waited around for a little while and they finally came. So Jared and I went through security and waited for our planes. It was a long wait for I had an hour wait longer than Jared. After that I had a four hour flight to Atlanta, then went through customs there, and finally a four hour flight back to Salt Lake City. It was a long day. So there is my trip. I have told you everything I wanted to tell you. Have a fun day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7488531269945659776?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7488531269945659776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7488531269945659776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7488531269945659776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7488531269945659776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/honduras-part-4.html' title='Honduras Part 4'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SIkIz1d3aCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J_20BqrVdIc/s72-c/Copan-+on+bus+to+Copan+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4669682196840895693</id><published>2008-07-22T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:38:35.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW JOB</title><content type='html'>Well now it is time to tell every one about my new job. I got a new job last Friday and I started yesterday. You would ask who would hire someone like me. A person that is crazy beyond compare. The answer to that is Jubilee or other words Jim Davies Foods. It is a small store that is by the Valley Fair Mall and Party City. It is fun when I am busy but when it is slow it is very boring. I am the checker. All I do is work at the registers. So there it is, my parents are happy and I got them off my back. I just wish that I would see more people that I know. Like that is ever going to happen. No body I know goes to Jubilee to shop for food. They all either go to Harmons, Smith's, or Abertsons. So if I am not at home or with friends I am at that job working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4669682196840895693?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4669682196840895693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4669682196840895693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4669682196840895693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4669682196840895693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-job.html' title='MY NEW JOB'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-2228541505952103558</id><published>2008-07-10T21:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:40:00.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is part three of this amazing trip. For those that haven’t stayed with use here is what happened. Day 1, long flight to Honduras; day 2, hiked through the jungle while friends at home went to prom; day 3, went to church and Copan; day 4, saw the ruins and Copan. Now that everybody is caught up here it goes. We are now on day five out of the ten. Half way there to the end, so sad isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, day five for those that haven’t read the ones before, we got on another bus that went to an airport that was really small. When we got there it was great weather. It wasn’t raining at all. So Jared and I bought tickets for an island called Roatan. It is a really big scuba diving place. Well we sat there and waited and waited. Ten minutes after we got there, they shutdown the airport and no planes can take off or land. We decided to wait a little long, three o’clock, and it was ten o’clock when we decided this. So you can imagine the waiting that we did. At three we went to the docks to get a ticket for the fairy. Luckily we got our money back from the airport. Once we got to the fairy we did some more waiting. The nickname of the fairy is the vomit comet. For everyone that took this fairy gets sick, and throws up. It was a two and a half hour boat ride which was bad for it was really stormy out on the ocean. There were waves that were so big that the boat would hit them at the front and the waves would still reach the back of the boat, where we were. I have to admit, this was the first time I have had the dry heaves. They are not something that I want every again. Those that have had them know why. Once when we got to the island, the weather had calmed down. We got off the boat and tried to find a taxi that would take us to the west side. Here is where we meat David, a really cool guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589684364213714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SHbQJxtffdI/AAAAAAAAATI/VT-_ItEskgQ/s400/Roatan-+entering+harbor-+shipwreck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to West End, the little area on the west side, we started to look for a place to stay for a few days. The only problem was that it was like ten o’clock when we finally got to West End; so most of the hotels and other places were closed for the night. Luckily Jared remembered the “Pink Giant,” that is what we called it for it was huge and pink with green rooms. My dad would have said that it was the perfect Mexican hotel. That is just how my dad is just so you know. After we found a place to stay we went hunting for food. We food a hamburger place that was on a dock, this place was not a very good place to eat. Since it was on a dock, and waves on the west side were still bad; it just made us sick again. This is the part that I think is funny, for Jared still makes fun of me throwing up, he through up at the restaurant. He says that it wasn’t because that he was sea sick, but something else. I disagree with him on that totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589693025548242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SHbQKR-g99I/AAAAAAAAATQ/inTpknoh1ZA/s400/Roatan-+Taylor+before+dive.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the 6th day, Jared and I went into town to find a place so I can go through some scuba class and get certified. We found one called the Coconut Tree. The owners name was really weird to, his name was Tree. I think that he had it changed when he became a tree huger. Were I started my classes that day. All I did for this day was watch videos on scuba diving. It was long and very boring. The videos were really stupid and they kept telling jokes that made no since what so ever. While I was doing this Jared was taking a warm-up course and then he did a dive. I think that this was one of the longest days that I have ever had down there. At least I got done with all the book work in that one day. The videos went along with it so it was pretty easy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589734160052850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SHbQMrNvsnI/AAAAAAAAATY/6Z7hZ7JD6eg/s400/Roatan-+Taylor+and+I+after+dive.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day seven was a lot better for me not so much for Jared. I got to go diving and get most of my certification done. It wasn’t that good for Jared for he was getting really sick. His ear was also hurting him really badly from diving. On my first dive my instructor and I walked out to the bay and just swam to where we were going to dive. It wasn’t really that hard to get out there. I think that the hardest part for me was getting used to breathing under water and empting my mask of water under water. Something that doesn’t make since now does it. Those that have gone scuba diving know that it is possible to do this. Those that haven’t gone, here is how you do that. First, you grab your mask and lift the bottom up a little and blow through your nose as hard as possible. Then you let go of the mask right when you stop. If you don’t do this; your mask will fill right back up, and you don’t want to lift up the bottom to much or it won’t work. After this I went back to the shore and meet up with my brother. We had lunch and then went back to go for another dive. This one Jared went with me. This was a really cool dive for I got to see a lot of sea life. Not as much as Jared for he went deep then I did, but I don’t care. I got to swim with a sea turtle and a lot of different kinds of fish. It was really cool to do that. When this dive was done and when I reached the surface I got really sick. Once when I got the mouth piece out of my mouth, I through upped into the ocean. The cool thing is that the vomit was a florescent green. We got back to the shore and I was supposed to go for another dive, but I was really sick so I didn’t go. On the way back to our hotel we decided that we were going to head back for El Progresso. So I went and got my scuba paper work and went back to the hotel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589746026489714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SHbQNXa7J3I/AAAAAAAAATg/H3RN7x9JClc/s400/Roatan-+vista.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for part four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-2228541505952103558?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2228541505952103558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=2228541505952103558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2228541505952103558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2228541505952103558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/honduras-part-3.html' title='Honduras part 3'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SHbQJxtffdI/AAAAAAAAATI/VT-_ItEskgQ/s72-c/Roatan-+entering+harbor-+shipwreck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4595656165452022985</id><published>2008-07-05T16:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:12:04.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 JOYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Biking. It is just awesome to be able to go down a mountain on a vehicle that has no protection for you, and it is just fun to be on a bike. It beats hiking any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-My second is a little harder to think of. I guess that it is a tie between shooting and being with friends and family &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Fishing is my third favorite joy. I don't know what it is about fishing but it just clears the mind of all troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 FEARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Dissapporting others. Only big dissapportments are the ones that I am afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Drowning. I like swimming and Scuba diving is fun, but for some reason I would&lt;br /&gt;hate to drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Not being able to go on my mission. Having a physical condition that would stop me from going would just suck. That would be the only reason why I don't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 CURRENT OBSESSIONS/COLLECTIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Checking my email. Not a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Model airplanes. I just love airplanes and if I ever get enough money I am going to get my pilots licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Currency. I like to get money different bills in defferent currencies. So far I have Canadian, American, and Hondurian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 SURPRISING FACTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I like working with wood. It has just been something that nobody but my family really knows. I am getting pretty good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I am older than I look. Most of my friends thought that I had like a year after I graduated before I lift on my mission. Nope that was a false thought. Only have a few months before I could have put my mission papers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I took martial arts and I my next belt is black belt. I stopped for I my teacher lift town and I just haven't looked for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAG 5 PEOPLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Chris Thatcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-one more of those that I know that haven't done it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-one more of those that I know that haven't done it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-one more of those that I know that haven't done it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4595656165452022985?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4595656165452022985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4595656165452022985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4595656165452022985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4595656165452022985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-joys-1-biking.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4454700174397059732</id><published>2008-07-02T22:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:25:07.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where here is the second part of my trip down to Honduras. I believe I left off when I had just got to Copan. Copan was a very cool city. It was like all of those really nice cities that are in the movies that are in Latin America. Copan is also surrounded by jungle; everywhere you look there is jungle. It was an awesome scene when we went to dinner the first night. I am sorry that we had to spend money on Sunday, but sometimes you just need to do just that. Jared didn’t want me to go a day without eating anything. For dinner that night we went to an American restaurant. It had two levels, and we were on the second level. It was one of the coolest things for it was quiet and it was so beautiful to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218637268684901218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SGxS8kOUC2I/AAAAAAAAASk/pTEyb3Ut6H0/s400/Copan-+at+restaurant+on+2nd+floor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see here is a picture of Jared and I at the restaurant. You can’t see the surroundings very well, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Jared and I went to the ruins. They were amazing to see. It was really cool to see as well with someone that believes in the same thing as you. Jared and I were talking about the Nephites and the Lamanites. We were wondering if it was a Lamanite city or a Nephite city. It was really cool for there was a huge wall that had once surrounded the entire city. This wall was very tall so we thought that it was a Nephite city, but the Lamanites could have always just have stolen the idea from the Nephites. There was also a tower that was set in the middle of a field. Now this tower was really cool. Jared had told me that if you stand on the pyramid, for that is what it actually was, you could talk normally, and someone can hear it in the humongous field. So when we got there that is one of the first things that we tried. Jared went to the top of the pyramid and spoke normally I was about fifty yards away from the pyramid. The next step to trying to figure it out was for me to go on top of the pyramid while Jared went about three football fields away. Alright it wasn’t three, but I bet that it was about two which is still very far away. That field was that big in all directions too. So when Jared got there he had to yell to me to speak. So when I did, and all I did was just raise my voice just a little. It was belly over a normal voice and Jared could still hear what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218637272818001746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SGxS8znuJ1I/AAAAAAAAASs/RP0eaM6dKDk/s400/me+on+pyramid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218637290718110978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SGxS92TcJQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VdyNDJYf-fo/s400/macaws+on+pyramid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The top was a picture of me on top of the pyramid and the bottom one is a pictures of macaws on top of the pyramid. Before Jared went out to the far end of the field he and I started to throw banana chips on the pyramid to see if we could get the macaws to come over to us. Well, as you can see they did. The picture of macaws was taken when they were only five to six feet away from us. After the whole pyramid thing we went to the see the rest of the ruins. They were just as cool. There was this one place where it looks like a stadium, and I guess that they have figured out what went on there. In the field that was in the middle of the stadium they said that the natives would play a game that was sort of like soccer and basketball there. It was told that the losers would die as well. That is one game that I would play my hardest at. By the field there is this huge staircase. They have this huge tent thing over it so it won’t get ruined by the weather. It was cool to see because on the staircase there was all this carving in it. I would hate to have to carve out all of those symbols for the stairs. Okay lets us move on with the rest of the ruins. After looking around for a while Jared and I went to the top of this huge pyramid, I mean this thing was the gigantor of the all of the pyramids there. We could see all of the ruins from the top of this pyramid. When we got to the top we sat down and eat some chips. Banana chips are really good, but after a while you get sick of them. Banana chips are also a good way to plug you up; for bananas are natural constipaters. After looking at all of the ruins, we went back to the city of Copan and get a bus back to El Progresso. That was another very long trip but it was really fun. I slept most of the way were as Jared didn’t. When we got back to El Progresso we went back to the doctor’s house. We had dinner at the mall that was in El Progresso. It was really good, but for some reason the whole time that I was down there I didn’t eat very much. It was really good food though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218638903553281346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SGxUbulTzUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/L_ObYFcrTRA/s400/on+top+of+really+big+pyramid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now decided that this may be more than three parts it may be like five or six. I am trying to get two days in but this time I only got one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4454700174397059732?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4454700174397059732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4454700174397059732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4454700174397059732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4454700174397059732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-here-is-second-part-of-my-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SGxS8kOUC2I/AAAAAAAAASk/pTEyb3Ut6H0/s72-c/Copan-+at+restaurant+on+2nd+floor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-1706860622481796538</id><published>2008-05-26T16:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:10:07.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras part 1</title><content type='html'>Well, I have decided to do a blog on Honduras. It will be a trilogy. So it won't be all of it in one blog. I will begin with day one. The longest day of travelling I have ever had. It started off the day before I actually started the flight. I had to go to the airport at 11:30 the night before I left for my flight didn't leave until 12:10 the next day. I will advise everybody that the only reason to take this flight is if you really had to or you can sleep with any noise and through anything. Other words you are going to go insane. It wasn't a very long trip for that to happen to me. My other advise is that if you can don't have a long layover if you have a stop between destinations. For the layover that I had was a 4 hour layover. I now know the entire lay out of the Atlanta Airport. I walked that entire airport for three and a half hours. Well, I finally got to San Pedro Sula after a long flight. When I was walking out of the airplane I felt the humidity and the heat it me. It w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SDs711qIUrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CNmLDE0S1wY/s1600-h/CIMG0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as like a ton of bricks had just it me. It wasn't more that two minutes before I started to sweat like a pig. They most sweat a lot for I was sweating a lot. The doctor that we were staying with was laughing at how red I was from the heat. That day though I pretty much stayed at the doctors house. We left once to go call my parents to tell them that I got down there OK. The doctor was very nice to me. I think that they are some of the few people that I will miss. They treated me very will even though I didn't know the language. They understood a lot of English though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second day was really cool as well. My brother Jared and I went up to the mountains to see the Doctor's house that he is building up there and some of the people that live up there. I will say this, you will never know how it is unless you see it for yourself. Even I didn't understand how bad it was until I got down there. The school that is up there is not the worst school you can have, but it is pretty bad. They only teach about five subjects: auto mechanics, computers, carpentry, cooking, and making pinatas. You only learn some of these trades. Only the smartest gets a schalorship to go to high school in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SDs9NFqIUsI/AAAAAAAAASE/CFz6BJ2J5B8/s1600-h/CIMG0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204821089423217346" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="172" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SDs9NFqIUsI/AAAAAAAAASE/CFz6BJ2J5B8/s200/CIMG0553.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we saw the school we went up to the Doctor's house and looked at it. The view was awesome. When you looked out the window all you saw was jungle. It was pretty cool to see. The Doctor then took us to the see some of the houses that are up in that area for the rest of the people here are the pictures for those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204822957733991122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SDs-51qIUtI/AAAAAAAAASM/eIhbtqbJRI8/s200/100_0036.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204824920534045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SDtAsFqIUuI/AAAAAAAAASU/v20R4-VqHtA/s200/CIMG0557.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204825831067112178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SDtBhFqIUvI/AAAAAAAAASc/hUSJPK5INjk/s200/Brisas+del+Norte-+Taylor+and+machete.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day we also went shopping in the town square. The town square is like a big shopping place. You can find almost anything that you want there. That is where I got most of my soccer jerseys. Most of them you have seen me wear. One is a little big so I will be putting it is the wash to make it smaller.  Hopefully it wan't be to small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third day we went to church.  That was weird for I didn't understand anything that was being said by anyone.  The children there just run around, and none of the adults do anything about it.  One kid even tried to steal Jared's water.  It was pretty funny to see.  After church we went back got some of our stuff and headed for the bus station to catch the bus to Copan.  That is where all of the ruines are that I saw.  It was a really long trip but we got there.  When we got a hotel there the owners asked Jared if he would like at their daughters foot since he is a doctor.  We then ate dinner and went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wait for the next post on the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-1706860622481796538?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1706860622481796538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=1706860622481796538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1706860622481796538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1706860622481796538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/05/honduras-part-1.html' title='Honduras part 1'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SDs9NFqIUsI/AAAAAAAAASE/CFz6BJ2J5B8/s72-c/CIMG0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4146308806541764880</id><published>2008-04-28T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:04:32.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;A- Attached or Single: I am single and will be for at least three years rounded off to the most years&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: I don't know which one is my best friend they are all the same to me&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie: Both for I want to get fat and just sit around on my butt&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of Choice: Friday for in Germany it means free day&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: toilet paper for it is really hard to find in Honduras if there isn't any in your hotel room. Just ask Jared.&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color: Hey I am not racist I like all color especially blue&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy bears or worms: Gummy candy is of the devil . . . have you ever eaten a 3lb bag of Gummy bears in one sitting? I have and it wasn't fun a day later!&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: where I love to be at times&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgence: None of your concern on what I indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July: July for there is a lot of cool things going on; unlike January where there is only cold and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; going on. In January there is nothing to look forward to but the end of that month&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: are very dangerous if you don't know how to keep them under control.&lt;br /&gt;L- Life is incomplete without: Girls for if they weren't around I would be very sad and there wouldn't be any life.&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date: I don't care about this I still have a few years to find a girl to marry&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: only 7 but some of them don't live at home. One of these owes me a billion dollars for spending time with me down in Honduras. Actually I owe him about $60&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: An apple a day keeps the doctor away. It is the same for the orange as well&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: I have many and I don't want you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spread&lt;/span&gt; them around&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote: "I smell sheep. There wouldn't be any sheep herders in here would there." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Ring size: How would I know. It is not like I go around measuring my finger every day&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: What kind the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dealing&lt;/span&gt; with food or the season of the year?&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag 3 Friends: Carrie and Arron, Josh and Amy, and some other random person that wants to do it&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me: My middle name with people outside of the family&lt;br /&gt;V- Very Favorite Stores: I don't shop very much but I would have to say hardware stores and places that sell electrical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: I don't have any that I want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;X- X-ray or Ultra sound: why would I want an Ultra sound, X-rays are so much cooler they can cause harm if you have like a trillion and you can see your bones&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your Favorite Food: I am on the "C" food diet. C for cookies, candy, cake, corn, and most thing that start with C, and food that I see as well.&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac: I don't believe in it. It is from the Devil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4146308806541764880?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4146308806541764880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4146308806541764880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4146308806541764880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4146308806541764880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/04/abc-tag.html' title='ABC TAG'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7365860536615415315</id><published>2008-04-07T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:27:39.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The coolest thing happened today.  If you read my last post you would have known that my backpack was stolen out of my truck.  Well, today I went to school and went to all of my classes, and I was having an okay day.  While driving home I noticed that there was something on my front porch.  I had to drive by for I had to drop off two very odd kids.  When I pulled up I saw that it was my scriptures.  I am so happy that they were there.  So that is the very cool thing that happened this week so far.  By the way I have four more days until I go to Honduras.  I leave at 12:35 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way if you didn't hear general conference I would totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it.  Espicially the Priesthood session.  That one was my favorite for there was a lot of cool things that applied to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7365860536615415315?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7365860536615415315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7365860536615415315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7365860536615415315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7365860536615415315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/04/coolest-thing.html' title='Coolest thing'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4449583540308046360</id><published>2008-04-03T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:18:10.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hey everybody it has been a long time since I last updated you all so here is goes.  it has been a good week for the most part.  It started out pretty bad but what ever.  on Monday the 31 of March my backpack was stolen from my truck.  It made me really made when I found out on Tuesday.  The worst part of it was that it had my scriptures in it.  Those scriptures were my favorite for it had all the scriptures that were so astonishing to me.  The other bad part is that it is costing over three hundred dollars to replace all of the stuff inside of it.  You may ask why would it cost so much?  Well, I had a graphing calculator in there as well as two text books.  I have replaced the scriptures and they were 60 dollars alone.  So that was Monday for those that haven't heard yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news.  This afternoon I got my booster shot for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hept&lt;/span&gt;. A and B.  I don't know if that is the short way of spelling it but oh well.  I also have seven more days before I go to Honduras.  That is like a week from now.  I am so excited to go and it is so hard to stop talking about it.  My friends, I am sure, are saying shutup about it.  That is ok for they won't stop talking about tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today I have decided that I doctors get paid a lot.  The doctor got $119 for my visit alone today.  I don't know if that was just for the visit or if it was for the shot as well.  I guess I will find out later if I get billed for it later for IHC is the worst insurence to have.  If you don't go to an IHC Hospital then they don't pay for any of the medical bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way if any of you have any suggestions about the music playlist that I have on this blogspot please leave it on the comment box of this post.  I would like to make this playlist bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4449583540308046360?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4449583540308046360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4449583540308046360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4449583540308046360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4449583540308046360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-week.html' title='The past week'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-1597840430551847539</id><published>2008-03-25T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:09:22.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Polls about the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well it looks like the United States went to the moon.  The poll stands as 6 yeses and 1 no and 1 maybe.  It is nice to see that you guys think that we went to the moon.  This is a very short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-1597840430551847539?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1597840430551847539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=1597840430551847539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1597840430551847539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1597840430551847539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/03/polls-about-moon.html' title='The Polls about the moon'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-680562761075878208</id><published>2008-02-29T10:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:35:25.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the United States land on the Moon? This was the subject of the discussion that my physics class had. At this time we are studying how to figure out what gravity each planet has and how much energy is needed to escape from it gravitational pull. When the subject finally comes we were talking about how much gravitational pull that earth had on the moon. People started to say that is why the astronauts needed land on the moon. They also bring up the point that the flag is waving when it is being planted. Some of the things that were brought up do help the theory that the United States didn’t land on the moon. One of them is that when the landing vehicle didn’t leave a blasting crater when it launched off the moon. They had pictures of it not having one. Do you see the problem that they have? You can’t have pictures of the vehicle when you not on the moon. Second of all, by the time you got up there again some space dust wave could cover the ground again. Next they say that as you look at the video of the astronauts on the moon that if you speed it up to 2x that it looks like they are running on the earth. I have seen it and it looks like they are running but they have a little bet more air when they push off the good. The Theorist also says that if you speed up the land rover that they had it looks like it is driving in sand. Of course it does, Neal Armstrong said that the ground was like powder. The next thing that they say is that it was all filmed in Area 51. The sand there is orange not gray so how is that possible. Did NASA paint the ground gray to film the whole thing? I can see why they would what to fake it, but do you really think that it is possible? There is a lot of other things that are used to try and prove this whole landing on the moon thing was fake. So if you what to not more about it look it up you self. Here is something for you to think about. Why would the astronauts say that they went to the moon, especially if one of them was an Armstrong? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="75221529"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-680562761075878208?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/680562761075878208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=680562761075878208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/680562761075878208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/680562761075878208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/02/moon.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-1130419968870722062</id><published>2008-02-27T15:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:26:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week was a good one. On Tuesday I was standing in line to buy a ticket to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taylorsville&lt;/span&gt; Girls Basketball game. They were going to state. When out of the blue a girl, Emily Johnson, walked up to me and asked me if I had been asked to Sweet Hearts. Of course I had not so I said no. She just walked off, not asking me or anything. So I decided that I was going to be asked in some creative way.  That night when I was at young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;men's,&lt;/span&gt; Valerie Johnson asked me to Sweet Hearts.  I had to come up with a way to answer her by the next day.  So I did I got gold fish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swedish&lt;/span&gt; fish, had somebody get her locker combo, and then I put gold fish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swedish&lt;/span&gt; fish all over her locker.  I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;swedish&lt;/span&gt; fish spell out the word yes on the inside of the locker door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The date was awesome as well.  We went ice-skating at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; oval.  Here is some advice for those that go ice-skating, wear long socks so the ice-skates don't rub against your skin.  I didn't do this and know I have a big scab where the skates rubbed my skin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;raw.  The dinner was pretty good to, but I have decided that chicken cordon bleu is a type of food that girls like for I have had that for every dance I have gone on.  For the girls always ask for it.  At the dance we waited in line for pictures for about an hour.  That was fun to for we got a lot of talking in at that time.  People that know Valerie from school would say that she is a very quite girl I have decided that she is not.  She hated having silence during the date.  There had to be some kind of noise even during the dinner when everyone was eating.  I have to say though that she is a very good dancer.  It is also nice to dance with someone that knows how to dance.  It makes a huge difference in the night.  After the dance we went to the other girls house and played games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I had to do something that I have never had to do before.  I gave up my coat for Valerie had forgotten hers in the car.  For those that want to see pictures they are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="6686fe12"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-1130419968870722062?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1130419968870722062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=1130419968870722062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1130419968870722062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1130419968870722062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-weekend.html' title='The Amazing Weekend'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-8840682224614545188</id><published>2008-02-11T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:22:54.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Weekend this Month</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was the coolest.  Let my start off with what happened last night.  As many of you know I am the president of PLC this year.  We were having a staff meeting on what our theme was going to be this year.  Earlier that day Mom and Lynsie shared a scripture with me. &lt;br /&gt;2 Nephi 1:21  “Arise from the dust, my sons, and be men”  After praying about it and pondering upon it I decided to go with that scripture.  I get to my meeting and we get to the subject of what our theme will be.  I asked what everyone else chose for the theme.  My secretary, Kyle Klein, said that he came up with 2 Nephi 1:20-23.  I then asked how many people had come up with that theme as will.  Everyone raised their hands.  My feelings on this experience are indescribable by the English language.  After that I knew that the Lord was directing us for some reason that we know not of.  I also know for sure that the Lord guides and directs his servants in the direction he needs them.&lt;br /&gt;            Now from the beginning, I have heard from BYU-Id and have been accepted.  I don’t know what track I am on yet for they haven’t sent that to me yet.  Everyone at home is glade that I got this news for I was driving them crazy with it.  So there is the good news about college.&lt;br /&gt;            More glad news is that I am getting my braces off in three months.  I want them off so badly.  It is going to feel great once they are off.  Most of you know that already for you had braces when you were younger.  For me though I am happy for I am a senior in high school.  I will still have them off for the rest of the school year.  People that make fun of others for having braces don’t have a clue what they feel like.  It is pain when they tighten them up.&lt;br /&gt;            On Saturday I got to go to an Army Training Day.  It was really fun for I got to miss with 50. caliber machine guns, M203s (grenade launcher for the M-16 A-2), and the SAW.  That was really fun as well.  They taught me some really cool things like how to take apart some of them.  I have also decided not to join the Army for it doesn’t open the right doors that I want opened.  I guess that is what I will have to tell Sergeant Johnsons.  He is the guy trying to recruit me into the Army.  I do have to say that I have a lot of respect for the soldiers in the Army.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-8840682224614545188?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8840682224614545188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=8840682224614545188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8840682224614545188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8840682224614545188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/02/coolest-weekend-this-month.html' title='The Coolest Weekend this Month'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-2313035930577186819</id><published>2008-02-06T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:53:52.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The going ons</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;As you have read on my college update I was denied to BYU.  I found out on Monday and I am still waiting to hear from BYU-ID.  Other than that there hasn't been much going on.  On Saturday I have been invited to go to Camp Williams with the Army.  It sounds really fun.  This week for school has been really easy for the past two day school hasn't started until 9:30 because of the UBESCT Test.  It has been really nice to sleep in.  Friday night I am going to Romeo and Juliet and the High School.  Hopefully it is fun.  I have to go for my english class.  For I have to anylize the play.  After this week and next I am going to be really sick of writing really stupid essays on really dump things.  Other than that there isn't anything going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-2313035930577186819?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2313035930577186819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=2313035930577186819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2313035930577186819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2313035930577186819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-ons.html' title='The going ons'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-8644375771424055214</id><published>2008-01-31T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:47:14.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;For the past couple of months I have been waitting, as everyone knows, for my admission to BYU and BYU-Id.  Well, it is getting very frustrating because they keep sending me e-mails saying that I should get my answer in the following weeks.  At first it was 4 to 6 weeks then to a longer time.  Now, if you have seen my college update you would have seen that I won't get my answer for another 8 to 10 weeks from now.  I have decided that if they are that far behind going through applications that they are making it so that no one wants to go there.  I didn't know if I want to go to a school where they don't really care for my education.  Sorry I am getting all of my anger out now so I don't explode on somebody.  Other than that I have had no other news about my applications to these two schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-8644375771424055214?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8644375771424055214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=8644375771424055214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8644375771424055214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8644375771424055214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/01/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-2654153534760876844</id><published>2008-01-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:21:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Class for the semester</title><content type='html'>Now that the semester is over I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the list of my new class.  They pretty much stay the same except a few of them.  I have calculus both days for first period and then my second period for A days is Government.  My second period for B days is Concert Choir like before.  Third period for A days is seminary (awesome,) and for B days is Social Dance again.  For my forth periods I have English on A days and physics for B day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a B day so I had all of my easy classes.  Calculus which was easy today and then choir which is always easy.  Social dance is going to be hard this semester for we are going to be doing harder dances.  In this class there is a girl that either has a good memory or I made a good first impression.  She still remimbers me from elementary school.  That was just odd.  I then had physics which was fun but easy.  The fun part was at the last half of the class; the rest of the class I was a sleep because I already knew how to do momentum equations.  I don't really look forward to tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-2654153534760876844?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2654153534760876844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=2654153534760876844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2654153534760876844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/2654153534760876844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-class-for-semester.html' title='My New Class for the semester'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-4270732331949657475</id><published>2008-01-15T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:28:49.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="77606a03"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hey everybody, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; what time of the year it is. It is the end of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taylorsville&lt;/span&gt; High School. I am so excited to get out of some of my classes that I have right know. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Finical&lt;/span&gt; Literacy Class, that was a waist of my time. Most of the things that they taught I had already known from the many class that Glen Weeks did in Priest Quorem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really busy though right know for all of my classes are give huge assignments to us. English is the hardest, for it is the one subject that I have a problem with. All of the others there is a chance of getting with out being there for a while. English is if you miss a day you are a week behind for the rest of the year. The class that I really don't of course in that Fin. Lit. Class that I need to take. My teacher has last a lot of my work so I am basically redoing everything. I am sure that everybody has had a teacher like this. My favorite end of the term activity is in my Social Dance Class. We have to put together a dance and perform. It is really fun because why wouldn't it be fun if you dance with three girls every other day. They are all really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my update for know. Oh yes, college, they have sent my an e-mail that says that I will get my answer in about four five to seven weeks. Some of you would say, "I thought that it was six to eight weeks?" Well it was a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-4270732331949657475?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4270732331949657475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=4270732331949657475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4270732331949657475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/4270732331949657475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-simister.html' title='The end of the Semester'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-1730370835441666029</id><published>2007-12-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:03:10.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The going ons</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;There has been some important things going on in my life so far.  My scores for the ACT has come and I got a 22 on it.  I hope that it doesn't matter any more for I took the ACT test over again on the 8th of Dec.  My feelings on that test is a lot better than the last.  I actually finished the test this time.  The Taylorsville High School Choir concert is this monday.  It is going to be in the main gym this time for the stage has been declared destroyed be the evil pully system that crushed it into a lot of pieces.  I sang up at the Temple Square on Thursday, that was fun.  We sang about four song and then the Graces song some other songs.  They were good, I am not joking.  They were also very good looking those Graces were.  Just had to add that in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here two questions that the ladies can help me out with.  They are both about girls.  I was wondering if they like me.  The first girl likes to walk with me to choir and have me sit by her.  She talks to me a lot and tells me today that I am one of the only boys that can not be hated by girls (she has not mit any of my sisters apparently.)  The only problem is that I could be reading the whole picture wrong.  That is the first question is if she likes me?  The next question is sort of the same thing except it is with a different girl.  This girl is in my social dance class.  The past couple of dances that we have done, she has wanted to be my testing partner.  She also likes to talk to me.  She likes me, telling me that I am a good dancer, or both.  I am hoping that it is both.  They are both really good looking and fun to be around with.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas season has seemed like it is Christmas.  May be that I just haven't done the right things to get into the Christmas Spirit, or I have just been to busy to really think about how close it really is.  I guess that I only have 11 no 10 more days lift until Christmas.  I really hope that I can get into the spirit though.  So that is what has been going on and in my head for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-1730370835441666029?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1730370835441666029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=1730370835441666029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1730370835441666029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/1730370835441666029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-ons.html' title='The going ons'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-6218740660172041951</id><published>2007-11-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:40:54.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My future</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;This past week has been a very important week.  I have to decide which colleges I will be applying for.  It has been very hard deciding this.  It was college day last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; so I got to hear from some of the colleges that I was thinking about.  This past week I have to start getting the stuff for the scholarships as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen three college I am for sure to apply to.  They are B.Y.U. Idaho, B.Y.U. Provo, and Snow College.  B.Y.U. Idaho is at the top of my hopes right now for I don't think that I can get into B.Y.U. Provo with my grades.  It is a very long process that is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessary to get into those schools.  Snow College is the one that I well go to if they are the only ones that excepts me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;On a cooller note, I am now done with the Veterans Day concert.  It was very cool to hear the army band play.  They are very good at what they do.  I was seen on television for this as well.  This the fourth one that my parents have seen though for all of my sisters have done this concert in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So wish me luck on the schools that I have picked.  By the way, I might apply to USU and Weber State.  I really want to go to BYU Id. though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-6218740660172041951?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6218740660172041951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=6218740660172041951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6218740660172041951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6218740660172041951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-future.html' title='My future'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7314097939232378609</id><published>2007-11-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:03:08.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of November.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I have noticed that I have a hard time writing these absurd balmy posts.  This is like my fourth try writing this one.  Every time I get like half way done and it erases itself.  So first of all if you have any tips please tell me.  I am getting really disgustedly-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;displeasedly&lt;/span&gt;-jaded with it getting deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that done, lets get to the point.  This week has been full of adventures-deeds.  Everybody knows that I am helping rebuild the deck at my house.  Well, on Saturday the second level of the deck had to be moved two inches.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin and my dad figured out how to do this.  It was risky for I was in an area of being deleteriousness wood.  I had to hold a jack up that help that deck from falling.  If, at any time, that deck decided to slip off it would cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; injury to me.  It was kind of scary to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, as everyone knows, was when we went off of day light savings.  I had totally forgotten about this.  So of course it was a fast sunday; my brother and I had to do fast-offerings.  When I decided to get out of my luxurious bed my clock said that it was 9:30.  So, without thinking, I got up like a gazel and got dressed.  When I went upstairs my brother was home which confused my very much.  I looked at the clock and it said that it was now 8:40.  It was a very comical momment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was not a cool day.  First of all I had a head ache, then school, and finally I had work.  Dad, I have decided, is trying to keep me busy at his office.  He wanted me to suck up all of the leaves that were in the parking lot.  That day was a work day so there would be many cars there at that time.  I get there and he isn't even there.  He had gone to see Joels wrestling match.  So when I called him he told me to do as much as I could, and come back on Saturday.  Well, I can't come back this Saturday for I have the Veterans Day Concert up at the UofU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the first week of november. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7314097939232378609?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7314097939232378609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7314097939232378609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7314097939232378609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7314097939232378609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-week-of-november.html' title='First week of November.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-7119746996298398870</id><published>2007-10-30T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:47:35.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The big days of October.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="705d5cd0"&gt;This month there were three big days, my birthday, my eagle court, and the ACT test. All of these days will have an effect on my life. My birthday was pretty cool except the school part. I got a harmonica, a book, a card, a phone, and the movie Pink Panther (very funny movie.) The past couple of days I have been practising the harmonica. I have gotten really good at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eagle court was awesome. Most of the family was there except Carrie and Aaron. They couldn't come for they are in Washington D.C. (Carrie and Aaron I ment to send you an invotation but I got to busy so if you want one still just call me and tell me.) Brother Bateman talked at it which was really cool. There was a slide show of me which was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is the ACT test.  This test decides what school I can go to.  Hopefully I can get into BYU Idaho.  That is the plan for right now.  I don't think that it is going to change.  I am hoping that I got at least a 27 on it and if I get higher the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-7119746996298398870?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7119746996298398870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=7119746996298398870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7119746996298398870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/7119746996298398870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-days-of-october.html' title='The big days of October.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-6864086398054332171</id><published>2007-10-08T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:32:16.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>homecoming pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok everybody that wants to see my homecomi&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/Rwqf5y9iWCI/AAAAAAAAANA/UcyPcRKFk7g/s1600-h/homecoming2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng pictures here they are. I will explain what is going on in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/Rwqg9y9iWFI/AAAAAAAAANY/ECz0DRw4cb4/s1600-h/homecoming2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119080909972330578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/Rwqg9y9iWFI/AAAAAAAAANY/ECz0DRw4cb4/s320/homecoming2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this picture every couple is doing some sort of game. Rachelle and I are doing Mortal Combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/RwqhXy9iWGI/AAAAAAAAANg/1lu2KyNjBeI/s1600-h/homecoming3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119081356648929378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/RwqhXy9iWGI/AAAAAAAAANg/1lu2KyNjBeI/s320/homecoming3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In this picture Rachelle is hitting me over the head with the lamp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is pretty funny that all of my dance pictures have been me getting hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-6864086398054332171?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6864086398054332171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=6864086398054332171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6864086398054332171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/6864086398054332171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming-pictures.html' title='homecoming pictures'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/Rwqg9y9iWFI/AAAAAAAAANY/ECz0DRw4cb4/s72-c/homecoming2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-3396373912821702434</id><published>2007-10-01T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:08:17.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The past saturday has been a day that I had been looking forward too.  For good reason, I was going to homecoming.  To all of those that want to know how it went keep reading.  It was an awesome day.  Not the weather of course but the date.&lt;br /&gt;I well start of with the day activity.  It was really fun, but we didn't do what we wanted to do.  We were going to go to laser quest and do some laser tagging.  That didn't happen for they couldn't fit us into their schedules. (bad planning on our part.)  So we went and sieged DI for the fun of it.  The girls had to pick a set of clothes for the guys and the guys had to try them on, and it went the other way around as well.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home one of the members of the group got in a car reck and could not drive for the rest of the day.  Luckly there were no girls in the car at the time.  So the guys had to figgure out a new driving thing.  I had to drive one car now so I quess that was ok.&lt;br /&gt;At five thirty I went and picked up my date for dinner and the dance.  According to my date her dad really liked me for he doesn't talk a lot to her dates.  He talked to me more than any of her other dates.  After that my date and I went and picked up another couple.  We were about ten minutes late for dinner because of the lights and of the weather.  The waiter that we had also took a long to for everything.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the dance at about eight o'clock.  The pictures took another hour to do with the line and all.  When we got to the actual dance it was 9:00 and we only had about an hour until it was over.  The bad part of the dance was that they played mostly rap songs so we couldn't really dance.  When we did though it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;After the dance we went to my friends house and played apples to apples.  My date and I won this game for we had the most cards.  So that is how it went.  I got no kiss at the end just a hug.&lt;br /&gt;ps pictures will be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-3396373912821702434?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3396373912821702434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=3396373912821702434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3396373912821702434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/3396373912821702434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-8154414704587240285</id><published>2007-09-26T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:18:17.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="17bfba90"&gt;This week a lot of changes have been going on in school. I have just found out that my physics teacher has been fired and that Mr. Olsen is back to teach physics. This is great news for those that were in that class have not learned a single thing. My hope is that Mr. Olsen can teach me what the other teacher would not. I say would not for she would not answer any of the questions that I had on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming is this week, lots of fun. The football team is facing Jordan High School, #1 in the state, I hope that we beat them on Friday. Saturday is going to be really fun. At about 1:00 I am going laser tagging on one of those eternal dates according to my dad. Rachelle, I think and my date, well beat me at it.  I just hope that she will have a good time at the dance, and I hope that I will have fun as well.  Pictures from homecoming will be coming very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be awesome as well.  I turn 18 and become an Adult legally.  That will be fun and I will post something about homecomings.  So keep watching for more news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319099753347951745-8154414704587240285?l=taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8154414704587240285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319099753347951745&amp;postID=8154414704587240285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8154414704587240285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319099753347951745/posts/default/8154414704587240285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylormoreyarmstrong.blogspot.com/2007/09/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436808543833356361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFCTc8P6aTs/SK7faA3cxVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N65uNSZqag0/S220/101_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319099753347951745.post-8844846164544701991</id><published>2007-09-24T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:45:13.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Term for first term</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The past month has been a month of getting everything started.  School started, practise for the turkey shoot, and just the business of the school year.  This week though is going to be fun but also very scary.  For I have homecoming and I am going with a girl that I like a lot.  The group that I am in is really big to, there are 12 couples in it.  It is also really busy for I have 4 essays to type up by Thursday.  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