<?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-4904346719220617919</id><updated>2011-09-21T08:59:56.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Ken</title><subtitle type='html'>When life hands you lemons go and buy a diet coke.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-306794919298464535</id><published>2010-12-23T14:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:43:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been forever....</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post a little update on my life.  i moved back from nyc kicking and screaming.  I will live there again, however, it was time for me to come back to utah, put on my big girl pants, and start a job.  WHAT WAS I THINKING!!!!  after one week of waking up early and putting in the 40 hrs, well lets just say I have a new found appreciation for my dad.  man all that work to earn money that he just spends on supporting his family, dude he rocks.  you better believe i will be putting this hard earned sleep deprived money towards pretty pink things that sparkle....or freaking gorgeous shoes.  yep i worked hard and i am going treat myself to a few special things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part about what i am doing with my life is teaching ZUMBA.......i wish i could have made that last statement in spanish, it would have made me look legit.  i am really enjoying my class at gold gym, wednesday nights, at 745....yes i am advertising because all of you need to come and work off all of those christmas treats, and come hang out with me!!!!!!  i really do feel like i have found my calling in life, i get paid to work out and i really really really love teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had something exciting and funny to tell you but mostly i am just really happy that some good things are happy in my life and that there will be many pretty purses purchased in the very near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-306794919298464535?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/306794919298464535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=306794919298464535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/306794919298464535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/306794919298464535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-forever.html' title='It&apos;s been forever....'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3567846963486719164</id><published>2010-05-26T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:16:00.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Graduated, I Moved, and I Fell in Love with a Frozen Treat</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted and I promise to post pictures soon of the coolest thing I have accomplished this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GRADUATED!!!! After 4 and 1/2 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; I graduated with a Bachelors of the Arts in Communications with an Emphasis in Communication Studies. I am so freaking proud of myself and really happy that it is over!!!! It was such a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;, I was able to graduate with my older brother, our parents were so proud, especially my dad. My dad graduated with a Masters from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; when I was one, to have two of his children graduate from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;, his pride and joy, well you could see it on his face how happy he was. It was a wonderful day and my parents bought me a gorgeous necklace from Tiffany's to remember the beautiful occasion in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After applying for jobs and receiving offers from a few places I actually ended up all the way in New York City. You can follow my new blog nycbellgirls.blogspot.com to catch up on what you have missed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PINKBERRY&lt;/span&gt;!!! I finally tried this delicious treat and am happy to report that I could eat it for every meal everyday. I also fell in love with the treadmill at my apartment complex but that deserves its own special blog.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pinkberry&lt;/span&gt; makes me so so happy!  I am so happy I moved away from Utah and am here making an incredible life for myself.  Utah was wonderful but was grateful to leave behind a few things that were beyond frustrating,  this was the best move I have ever made plus I get to live within walking distance of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lululemon&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3567846963486719164?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3567846963486719164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3567846963486719164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3567846963486719164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3567846963486719164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-graduated-i-moved-and-i-fell-in-love.html' title='I Graduated, I Moved, and I Fell in Love with a Frozen Treat'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5871666488158881014</id><published>2010-03-19T03:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T03:11:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one odd girl....</title><content type='html'>It is 2 am and a bunch of friends and I roll into Freaky Dee's (Dee's on the corner of 700 East and 2100 South.) The group consists of a bunch of attractive men, me, and my gorgeous friends.  The waitress approaches and gets our drink orders, waters, hot chocolate, and a few sodas.  A few minutes later she comes back to get our orders.  A few of the guys order a scrambled egg or two, a couple of the girls want to share a milkshake, and then there is me.  "I would like to have a plate of curly cheese fries and a side of ranch, oh and could you layer the cheese?"  hahahahahahahahahaha I am sitting next to a dude that is eating an egg and I am stuffing my face with an entire plate of greasy goodness.  I ate the whole plate.  &lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5871666488158881014?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5871666488158881014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5871666488158881014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5871666488158881014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5871666488158881014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-one-odd-girl.html' title='I am one odd girl....'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7646918797377175441</id><published>2010-01-19T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:48:57.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks a lot...NOT</title><content type='html'>If I didn't have one before I sure do have one now.  This post is for me, no one will know what I am talking about ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I totally rolled my eyes while I typed this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7646918797377175441?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7646918797377175441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7646918797377175441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7646918797377175441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7646918797377175441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-lotnot.html' title='Thanks a lot...NOT'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-8899480584001353141</id><published>2010-01-18T17:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:13:49.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my calling</title><content type='html'>Nothing beats the feeling you get when you know you have finally made it through to a group of 12-15 year old girls.  Primary was easy for me, if you act like a 5 year old a 5 year old probably can understand you.  Teaching the primary songs was easy, play a game that makes you sing the song 100 times over and over again. Serving in Young Women however is a much different ball game.  Finally a break through, I think I am starting to get somewhere with this group of beautiful girls full of potential.  My calling has changed my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-8899480584001353141?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8899480584001353141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=8899480584001353141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/8899480584001353141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/8899480584001353141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-calling.html' title='I love my calling'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3465683135754511185</id><published>2010-01-16T15:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:18:40.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sports gives me anxiety</title><content type='html'>Dear Jazz,&lt;br /&gt;Although I completely enjoy coming to watch you play, especially when you win, you seriously make me crazy.  You were at least five points behind the entire game and then in the last quarter you miraculously pull ahead thirteen points. I was so excited for about 30 seconds and then, wait WHAT you are losing?????  Well I am glad I didn't convince my date we should peace out because I am pretty sure I witnessed the most incredible moment in Jazz history.  A few seconds left, the perfect 3 point shot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LeBron&lt;/span&gt; James defeated.  WOW!!!  The ultimate girlie girl screamed for about 10 seconds over a victory....I may just be a bigger sports fan than I realize.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kendyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It may have something to do with the crush I have on D Williams and the Pink Jersey I wore to support him!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. It is not every day you get to see someone like LeBron James or Shaquille O'Neal play...EPIC! BTW Shaq, I know is said you weigh like 325 lbs....I truly don't believe you, try 400.  You are one large man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3465683135754511185?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3465683135754511185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3465683135754511185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3465683135754511185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3465683135754511185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/sports-give-me-anxiety.html' title='sports gives me anxiety'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1825930926742593337</id><published>2010-01-07T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:50:13.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An "ah ha" moment</title><content type='html'>I'm not crazy.....what a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought ya'll should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1825930926742593337?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1825930926742593337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1825930926742593337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1825930926742593337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1825930926742593337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-ha-moment.html' title='An &quot;ah ha&quot; moment'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5525309850999105129</id><published>2009-12-31T03:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:53:03.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List...</title><content type='html'>I am currently working on a bucket list of things I will do before I turn 30, it is going to be an amazing next few years.  Once I have it finished I will post it, well most of it.  For now I will write a sequel to my blog a few months ago about HORRIBLE pick up lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hey it was good talking to you, we should go out sometime, what is your last name I will look you up on facebook.  (thoughts going through my mind, #1 REALLY????? you are 30 ask for my number, #2 What do you need to stalk me on fb and find out my realtionship status/sexual orientation/religious affiliation/what former men in my life look like? #3 CHICKEN!!! #4 WTF #5 what I am only worthy of a fb message or chat?)  OK maybe that was a little harsh, so I will stick with you're a bit of a chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  That is the second hottest dress I have seen tonight, you look incredible.  HA- not a compliment, and BTW it was the hottest dress of the evening, red leather AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I gotta set this one up first, standing with 4 gorgeous brunettes, a guy approaches and says, "my friends and I were guessing your occupations... you do hair, you work at a bank, and you work at a tanning salon, etc etc."  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha  I don't remember the last two because I was to busy calling him a tool under my breath.  Why didn't he come up and say you work as a model, you're a doctor, you must be the next Jennifer Aniston.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lucky for us girls we get to chose whether or not we reject or accept invitations to dinner.  I decided to reject an invitation via text, the response I received.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well its too bad you're busy I know how much you like sports cars, you missed out on a golden opportunity to drive my Lamborghini.&lt;/span&gt;  Ha you don't know me at all cuz I couldn't tell a Lamborghini from a Nissan (actually I could I am not that stupid but I really don't care about a car enough to go out on a date with someone; however, it would have probably been fun to drive.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember more, there will be more to come!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5525309850999105129?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5525309850999105129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5525309850999105129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5525309850999105129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5525309850999105129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List...'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6624334339072924304</id><published>2009-12-27T02:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:40:24.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college made me stupid!</title><content type='html'>Watching 500 Days of Summer, and reading the book "He's Just Not that into You" are probably the two dumbest things I have done in my whole 23 years of life.  Cried for a good hour after finishing each and lost my appetite for a good 24 hours.  Word to the wise, it really isn't necessary to read/watch either of these.  If you are reading/watching either of these you probably already know he is just not that into you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-6624334339072924304?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6624334339072924304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=6624334339072924304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6624334339072924304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6624334339072924304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/college-made-me-stupid.html' title='college made me stupid!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7267312797368164673</id><published>2009-12-25T15:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:32:34.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Freaking Christmas</title><content type='html'>With all the hustle and bustle of the Holiday season you barely get to enjoy this special day.  I woke up this moring with no covers and my little sisters right leg on top of me.  Whoever suggested the wonderful tradition of sibling sleepover on Christmas Eve should get coal, out wait it was me so just kidding.  I love sharing my nice big comfortable bed with those little muffins-once a year! Christmas morning was wonderful, we walked into the living room together in our matching pj's and began opening the mounds of gifts under our very color coordinated Christmas tree (mom I love that about you!)  Amongst the bows and tissue paper flying all over that place there is flash after flash going off.  For some really great/stupid reason it is fun to take pictures on Christmas morning of everyone.  Unfortunately for me I don't look like a neutrogen ad like my sisters do the second I wake up in the morning.  Ugh, now I have a load of blackmail pictures, ha ha don't worry I got a beautiful turquoise digital camera to catch the rest in your greatest moments throughout the year! HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gifts are over we have an enormous breakfast and go back to sleep, well at least I do.  Well everyone I got the Ultimate George Foreman Grill from Santa this year.  I am pretty sure it was a subtle reminder that yes I need to learn how to cook and yes it is time for me to find my own pad.  None of which I am resisting, but really Christmas morning was the time to drop yet another hint, whoops you forgot to include the "Recipes Made for One" cook book, HA!  Just kidding I actually asked for one because I think they are pretty and I love grilled chicken but cannot bare the cold whether to grill outside. I cannot forget to point out the fact that I have already burned my hand on my Foreman Grill, this is going to be a love/realtionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hauling all my lovely gifts (thanks mom and dad, we always have the best Christmas's because of your selflessness, I am pretty freaking sure that leather skirt will be put to great use in the new year!), I crashed on the living room floor.  I woke up to my family playing rock band and my brothers new video game dropping the ef bomb, ha ha. I should not think that is funny but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning is never dull at the Bell home, I wish every family could experience a Chirstmas morning like ours. My dad still thinks he is going to get everyone ready and out the door to go to temple square, ha ha ya right, not when there are stacks of new dvds and a crap load of bake goods in the kitchen but keep dreaming, maybe next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, I love you all and hope you have a wonderful day with loved ones, I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7267312797368164673?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7267312797368164673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7267312797368164673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7267312797368164673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7267312797368164673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-freaking-christmas.html' title='Merry Freaking Christmas'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3873117761578061248</id><published>2009-12-16T01:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:22:40.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Kayak, hear me roar!</title><content type='html'>I love love Gilmore Girls! Mostly I love Logan Huntzberger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Huntzberger,&lt;br /&gt;If only you were real I would ask you to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Huntzberger wanna be!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3873117761578061248?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3873117761578061248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3873117761578061248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3873117761578061248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3873117761578061248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-kayak-hear-me-roar.html' title='I am Kayak, hear me roar!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-413107708088393503</id><published>2009-12-10T22:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:35:53.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do next?</title><content type='html'>I should make this post a poll and have everyone vote on what Kendyl Bell's next step in life should be. I literally skipped out of my very last class of my college career today and ran straight into panic mode! My feeling of pure excitement turned into utter fear as I realized I have no idea what the heck I am gonna do with the rest of my life. I have always lived my life plan by plan, goal by goal, well heck my next goal in life is to buy another coach bag and some grey boots (WOW Ken that is really lofty goal!) Ugh I am so annoying I can't even be excited and proud of myself for ten minutes for finishing something monumental in my life. I immediately have to "pull a Gary," (translation: among the wonderful qualities my dad and I share, I also share his ability to over analyze and stress!) and start making myself even more crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what is running through my mind....some options I have played around with in my mind. Tell me what ya think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Internship in Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;2. Internship at State Capitol (governor's office, lobbyist, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Move to Africa for a few months for a humanitarian project&lt;br /&gt;4. Fashion Design School (apparently SLCC has a year long program; Hey dad I just graduated from college but I want a different degree, what do ya say, can I have a few more grand?)&lt;br /&gt;5. Move to New York to nanny&lt;br /&gt;6. Move to New York and make a living as a live statue of liberty and spend all my money on shoes and shows!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to China to teach English?&lt;br /&gt;8. Mission?? (dad I only said this so you would stop dropping your oh so subtle hints)&lt;br /&gt;9. Start a business (if I told you what I was thinking of starting you would steal my idea)&lt;br /&gt;10. Crawl into a hole and hibernate until someone plans my future for me&lt;br /&gt;11. Pursue a foot modeling career....&lt;br /&gt;12. Become the best ZUMBA instructor out there, move to LA and become Beyonce's fitness extraordinaire&lt;br /&gt;13. Professional french fry tester?&lt;br /&gt;14. Law School?&lt;br /&gt;15. Public Health Master's?&lt;br /&gt;16. Cook my way through the Barefoot Contessa Cookbook?&lt;br /&gt;17. Be the next Bachelorette&lt;br /&gt;18. Be a disney princess, apparently I look Asian so Mulan it is.&lt;br /&gt;19. Tryout for Jazz dancers&lt;br /&gt;20. Purposefully fail all my finals so I don't have to graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do you see why I don't sleep, I cannot decide what I want to be when I grow up, and I am up! Crap I am gonna lose my mind. Actually I know exactly what I want but I just don't know how to get there. I have always been the type of person to march to the beat of my own drum and choose the path less traveled. I do things the unconventional way but at least I do the things that I can be passionate about. I know I haven't done things they way my parents would have preferred but at least I was able to figure out what I truly wanted and what would ultimately make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know more than anything, God has it all figured out even if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-413107708088393503?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/413107708088393503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=413107708088393503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/413107708088393503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/413107708088393503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-to-do-next.html' title='What to do next?'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-962396915590915467</id><published>2009-12-08T00:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:17:11.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im 23</title><content type='html'>I know this is a few days late but I thought I would wish a happy birthday to myself. WOW am I glad 22 is over, it was a draining year. Lots of changes and a variety of emotions. Excitement and disappointment, love and heartbreak, good and bad, intelligent choices and stupid choices, lots of mistakes, many leaps of faith, and lots of Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to go through another year like this one but I am grateful for the growth I have experienced and the wonderful people that stepped into my life this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-962396915590915467?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/962396915590915467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=962396915590915467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/962396915590915467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/962396915590915467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-23.html' title='Im 23'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6909403659494528902</id><published>2009-11-03T01:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:48:07.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant sleep</title><content type='html'>Here goes, I cannot sleep, maybe it is because all I have in me is thousands of mg of Excedrin???? Who knows?  Here is what is on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;1. I am really really really really behind in school&lt;br /&gt;2.  My stomach is killing me&lt;br /&gt;3.  This has been the worst week of my life&lt;br /&gt;4.  Boys suck&lt;br /&gt;5.  DATING SUCKS WORSE&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am sorry but just because I am single doesn't mean I need a man and doesn't mean I have something wrong with me, so there!&lt;br /&gt;7.  I suck at dating&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am starving because all I have eaten in the past 24 hrs is a disgusting quesadilla from Del Taco (not a good idea, never again will I eat Del Taco.)&lt;br /&gt;9.  I have read 3 books today and not one was school related ha, maybe that is why I am so behind in school&lt;br /&gt;10.  I had the swine flu and am pretty sure once you are diagnosed it never goes away because I still feel really strange&lt;br /&gt;11.  I turn 23 in one month&lt;br /&gt;12.  I have more bad dreams then good dreams, how does one fix that?&lt;br /&gt;13.  I love Mariah Carey's new song, I wanna know what love is!&lt;br /&gt;14.  I hate bajio&lt;br /&gt;15.  I am really tired but cannot sleep, how does that work?&lt;br /&gt;16.  I graduate from college in like 6 weeks, good heck that is huge  and I have no idea what I am supposed to do after. ha ha ha ha ugh its so scary it is funny&lt;br /&gt;17.  I bought the most incredible purse on Saturday, a new purse makes all bad things good (well for at least 72 hrs)&lt;br /&gt;18.  I really don't want to write any of my papers&lt;br /&gt;19.  Can I be done being 22 it was awful&lt;br /&gt;20.  It is seriously 15 min to 5 am and I am wired, what is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;21.  Clearly when I am tired and hungry I whine, ha ha ha oops&lt;br /&gt;22.  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I am a senior (super senior, going on 5 years) at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;.  For the record this is my last semester, I graduate in December and will never have to drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; again unless of course I want to. Today was a rather stupid day and I was not thrilled that I had a 45 min commute to Provo.  While jamming out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; driving down University Ave. I got a great idea.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MMMMMM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JAMBA&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I know I am in big trouble because I am not supposed to be eating anything like this,  it is pageant prep crunch time. Don't hate me I hate myself enough for cheating already.  However I did it anyway, parked my car, walked in side, ordered a Berry Fulfilling with a Fat Burner and Whey Protein Boost (I tried) and then proceed to wait for my off limits treat.  In the meantime 4:00 came and passed, "Oh well I can be late to class" I thought to myself.  Finally my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jamba&lt;/span&gt; was blended, poured in to a cup, and man it tasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I walked into class about 15 min late and my friend turns to me and informs me that I had missed a quiz. First I cheat on my diet and then miss a quiz for it, I am the ultimate fat girl.  WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse.  Bored out of my mind in class I decide to flip through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;syllabi's&lt;/span&gt; and see what projects and papers I have coming up.  I realized I have a paper due this week that I have not purchased the book for.  Amazon.com allows me to be so lazy and order books that are inexpensive from the comfort of my own bed. HA!  Well, no time for that I would have to, CHECK THE LIBRARY!  WHAT IS THAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Honestly the only time I ever stepped foot in the library was to use the computer to check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, go on a "study date" (the guy had to really hot in order to accompany him on a library date) or one time I went with my roommates (the only reason I stayed was because I had a large McDonald's fry in my purse- so against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; policy, WHOOPS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had to go and look for a book at the library.  I looked up the book on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and wrote down the numbers they provided.  I had no idea what these little numbers meant so I had to suck it up and ask for help.  I approached the information counter where I proceeded to tell the assistant dude that the first number must be the page number.  HA, nope it was the call number, the only number that mattered when trying to locate this book.  (I really am an idiot) I then had to ask how on earth I was to find this book.  Well, he then showed me how to use the library floor plan that shows you where exactly your book is.  DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, time to checkout.  I had to ask where the check out place was.  When the girl got a hold of my student ID and realized I was a senior I am sure she about fell over.  Yes I am a super senior and have never ever ever used the library. I felt so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt; my long stupid day only ended up being longer and making me feel stupider (ha ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;, more stupid.)&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5006679791226930196?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5006679791226930196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5006679791226930196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5006679791226930196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5006679791226930196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-suck-at-lifewell-for-today-at-least.html' title='I suck at life....well for today at least'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-2398604047417624665</id><published>2009-09-24T11:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:51:16.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by my walk to campus</title><content type='html'>Oh WOW here goes. In my four+ years at BYU I have spent a lot of time observing the unique and rather disturbing fashion trends that exist among the student body. Be for I go any further I must state a disclaimer, I am not trying to be a brat, these are my observations, and they are not specific to any one individual. Now, I just thought I would list for you the many things that make me cring when it comes to the style of the typical BYU student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shade shirts- Yes they serve a purpose and yes I own a few in white and black; however, if you wear a nude colored shade shirt underneath a top that would be a violation of BYU dress code, YOU CAN STILL SEE THE SHADE SHIRT!!!. Just because it is nude does not make it invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cargo pants- people please stop coming up with different variations of these ugly pants. I am telling you a nice pair of jeans goes a long way. I have seen every version in every color imaginable. It is time to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeans with a hammer loop- Unless you are majoring in carpentry I simply do not see why this added accessory to a pair of jeans in necessary. I am also not suggesting that cutting it off is a wise idea either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teva's- According to TLC's what not to wear Stacy and Clinton would say (I PROMISE), just because it is compfortable does not mean you should wear it. Especially if they are worn with socks. Gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Long socks- if you are wearing tall socks with you shorts, it is to cold to be wearing shorts. PERIOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Free T-shirts- you know they kind most guys are super stoked they caught at the most recent sporting event. Really wear them on a Saturday or give them to your dad and brother's for Chritmas, we all know it was free and it makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Leggings- Oh how I love a great pair of leggings when the shirt I am wearing covers my bum, if your bum is showing change into jeans or buy longer tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Long ankle length sister missionary skirts- girls this one is for you, trust me no guy likes em. If you want a date for Saturday don't wear them! You are allowed to sleep in them or wear them to church with your family when you go home to visit. Seriously for the record do not wear them in front of anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. BYU gear- obviously I see you on campus is it really necessary to shout to everyone, I GO TO BYU, save it for Saturday's football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ties in class- I understand if you are coming to school from work but leave your tie in the car. It is a huge turn off trust me ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are more but I cannot think of them right now, I will do a follow up blog I am sure when I leave campus I will think of something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-2398604047417624665?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2398604047417624665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=2398604047417624665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2398604047417624665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2398604047417624665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired-by-my-walk-to-campus.html' title='Inspired by my walk to campus'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3542458627398945844</id><published>2009-09-06T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:38:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Blog Ideas so Little Time.</title><content type='html'>Good grief, I have like three blogs in my head and I just don't have the time to sit and write them out.  For now, I just want the world to know that I miss my little sister Andrea already.  She moved to New York to pursue her dream of becoming a professional ballerina.  I love her so much.  She is my inspiration and hero.  She is living proof that your dreams can come true if you are willing to work hard enough. Here dedication is unbelievable and her eye for detail and perfection is remarkable.  She will be a principle with New York City Ballet soon enough, mark my words.&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3542458627398945844?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3542458627398945844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3542458627398945844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3542458627398945844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3542458627398945844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-many-blog-ideas-so-little-time.html' title='So Many Blog Ideas so Little Time.'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6557360554098037966</id><published>2009-08-18T20:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:56:52.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the verdict is....</title><content type='html'>...I am mostly a blue personality with red as a secondary color.  Pretty I am purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am reading a great book!  The People Code by Dr. Taylor Hartman.  This book was recommended to me by a wise man (aka Mark Nord, the smartest, best lookin guy I know!), I owe you big time.  I actually said out loud after reading the first few chapters, "Wow, someone understands exactly who I am."  Bummer tho, I am apparently a pretty difficult personality combo.  hahahahah I am pretty sure that is a load of crap.  I am just determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is liberating, to have your personality defined into words is really powerful.  I know why I am the way that I am, I have a better understanding of what makes me tick, and I can better understand those that are close to me.  Everyone should read this book, however, take the personality test with someone you know will be honest with you.  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is....'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6229608885605727178</id><published>2009-08-10T07:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:40:43.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing says I love you more than a large diet coke!!!</title><content type='html'>Final week, stress and sleeplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom brings home a large diet coke at 8:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad someone is aware of how not fun these next few days will be, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1069759419547208087</id><published>2009-08-07T18:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:19:02.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way to an A...</title><content type='html'>Here is my new step by step way to getting a great grade on a midterm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find book&lt;br /&gt;2. Drive to nail salon&lt;br /&gt;3. Sit in the massage chair&lt;br /&gt;4. Open book&lt;br /&gt;5. Read everything you had not been reading during the term while getting you legs and feet rubbed and scrubbed&lt;br /&gt;6. Continue reading while your toes receive a fresh application of a bright new nail color&lt;br /&gt;7. Go take test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like the bend and snap.... works every time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1069759419547208087?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1069759419547208087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1069759419547208087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1069759419547208087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1069759419547208087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-to-a.html' title='The way to an A...'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1857151337863504741</id><published>2009-08-04T19:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:10:58.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not Asian!</title><content type='html'>Or as they say on Jon and Kate Plus eight (guess it is Kate Plus Eight minus Jon now) everyone's AJUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone asks me, "what nationality are you," "what ethnicity are you," or my favorite, "what kind are you?"  Sometimes I try to lie and say I am something like Branese (Brazilian/Chinese) or part Eskimo, but everyone that knows me well knows I cannot lie.  So I usually start laughing, apologize, and say I am a plain ol' white girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This constant questioning gave me a great idea, I should do my genealogy.   Actually, my mom did it and I am gonna take the credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am English, Welsh, and something else....I forgot. Bottom line I am truly a white girl.  However, I did discover I am related to Charlemagne and Pocahontas.  So so so cool, I may never win Miss Utah but I really am related to royalty- even if it only royalty created by Disney! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list of possible countries I could be from...(this is based on what others have said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eskimo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black- ah how?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asian, specifically native to Hong Kong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Columbian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French- South France to be exact&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porto Rican&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brazilian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Venezualen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have learned to embrace whatever it is that I look like.  Who knows maybe I was switched in the hospital???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1857151337863504741?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1857151337863504741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1857151337863504741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1857151337863504741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1857151337863504741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-asian.html' title='I am not Asian!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6117551955443092976</id><published>2009-08-03T11:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:58:16.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one LUCKY GIRL</title><content type='html'>I love my friends!  Thank you so so so much for always being there for me and being willing to hit up Red Mango and chat. I don't know how one would survive life without great friends and cheerleaders.  Thanks for being interested in my life, pursuits, and goals.  An even bigger thanks for being so dang supportive.  Yes I do realize I am crazy but I also know that with all ya'll (that was for you Becca) that I can do anything.  Good game girls!!!!! Well I guess I should generalize that- there are a some guys in the mix too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Black Friday will be in full swing the second Margot steps of that plane.  We may have to make an exception to that rule and pull a Black _____ (not sure when she gets back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-6117551955443092976?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6117551955443092976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=6117551955443092976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6117551955443092976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6117551955443092976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-one-lucky-girl.html' title='I am one LUCKY GIRL'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5809863459075057838</id><published>2009-07-31T09:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:53:47.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love OATMEAL!!</title><content type='html'>Not really but I do eat it almost every morning.  It is time to get in really great shape so I don't (Thank you HayLee) look like an idiot in my bathing suit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.....this is actually true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5809863459075057838?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5809863459075057838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5809863459075057838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5809863459075057838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5809863459075057838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-oatmeal.html' title='I love OATMEAL!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7322681723583023202</id><published>2009-07-30T09:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:04:43.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mark!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSXI-SLkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GrPYrMEZ8uQ/s1600-h/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+055.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/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSXI-SLkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GrPYrMEZ8uQ/s400/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299926162517570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSWgyILLI/AAAAAAAAABw/LtqeiC8HjR8/s1600-h/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+052.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/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSWgyILLI/AAAAAAAAABw/LtqeiC8HjR8/s400/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299915374111922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSWUvGXWI/AAAAAAAAABo/noKZ58j-1II/s1600-h/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+047.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/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSWUvGXWI/AAAAAAAAABo/noKZ58j-1II/s400/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299912140184930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSV6Cgp9I/AAAAAAAAABg/6YK3SCl0eMQ/s1600-h/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+056.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/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSV6Cgp9I/AAAAAAAAABg/6YK3SCl0eMQ/s400/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299904973842386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MLS All Star game!  So so much fun!!!! Corrine was a hot date:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7322681723583023202?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7322681723583023202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7322681723583023202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7322681723583023202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7322681723583023202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-your-mark.html' title='Thank you Mark!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SnHSXI-SLkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GrPYrMEZ8uQ/s72-c/ken%27s+camera+july+30+2009+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-9039500994894862524</id><published>2009-07-29T01:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:58:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain never stops, it is really annoying!</title><content type='html'>I am just sitting here at my computer trying to write a paper on "Standing for Something" for my Comms Law class and I seriously cannot focus long enough to write two paragraphs.  Some of the things running through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to dust my dresser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Beckham is really good looking, short hair or long hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to buy a gold belt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously five wedding announcements this week, WOW! (P.S. I am so freaking excited to venture to Vegas for my roomie!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I miss facebook?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really want a sugar free Red Bull&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where can I find a real life Logan Huntsberger, seriously that man is perfect which is why he is fictional. I miss Gilmore Girls! This blog reminds me of the episode where Loreli is trying to figure out what to say in Luke's character reference. She ends up writing down what she is thinking at that moment, all I can remember is it was something about monkeys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is running or using the elliptical better, I sweat more when I run but an elliptical will give you resistance? I do both but which is more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am tired but to lazy to get ready for bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really really really really wanna win Miss Utah- freak!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like school but am sick of driving to Provo, I don't even wanna know how many hours I have spent driving there and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think people that play their guitar on campus should be excommunicated, that was harsh but it is happening so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Storing low level nuclear waste in Utah is not that big of deal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What has Hillary Clinton done as sec of state, I should probably look into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are an appointed public official do you have to swear in or take and oath or whatever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oreos are gross unless they are the mint kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LuluLemon is the best thing that ever happend to me next to black hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Legislative internship 2009 changed my life, thanks Alan and Eli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a good photographer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant spell &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comms 300 is the worst class I have ever taken and I will never go to law school because of it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think S'mores flavored anything is absolutely disgusting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to see "He is just not that into you" because I think it will make me really insecure about all and any relationship I have or had&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katie Holmes has great legs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I need to lift my arms in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where is Starry Night located&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to bake cupcakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;....the list goes on and on.  What is wrong with me, I need to be medicated?  I seriously go to bed and cannot sleep because I am pageant interviewing in my head, asking myself question after question.  Bottom line, anything is better than homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-9039500994894862524?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/9039500994894862524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=9039500994894862524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/9039500994894862524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/9039500994894862524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brain-never-stops-it-is-really.html' title='My brain never stops, it is really annoying!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-4506561212218018274</id><published>2009-07-20T23:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:58:47.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am afraid I am turning into a dude. HAHA</title><content type='html'>I am not complaining just suggesting that maybe possibly I am turning into a dude.  Not in the disgusting scratch, burp, eat junk food kind of way but the athletic kind of way.  I have never considered myself an athlete, I would probably not even use the word athletic in a sentence with my name in it.  I may have danced since I could walk but that doesn't mean that me and anything sports related have ever gotten along.  In fact I feel any athletic ability skipped me and went straight to my siblings. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt; I better marry someone that is coordinated or my kids will hate life, especially if I have a boy! Sorry in advance buddy!)  Seriously though I faced the fact a  as a little kid in elementary school that I was not cut out for sports.  Its sad really, I have man legs and you think they would be somewhat useful to me when it comes to playing kick soccer, basketball etc. etc.??????????? NOPE NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this has created some embarrassing and humiliating moments for me recently.  However, I have always been a firm believer in trying everything, laughing at yourself when you totally look like and idiot, and not being afraid of actually being decent at something.  Maybe it is this new found attitude toward anything athletic that has welcomed every boyish sport into my life.  Good grief, just because you are a dude does not mean every activity has to be athletic.  Seriously take a girl to get ice cream, go for walk, stick to movies, I love trying new things but I am afraid that I really maybe embracing to much of my masculine side by having to try all these things. For the record, I REALLY REALLY LIKE BEING A GIRLIE GIRL!!! I love curling my hair, wearing my read dress, painting my fingernails, buying stupid things just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the sparkle, buying things just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they are pink, buying things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they are pink and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt;, doing pageants, reading magazines, taking dance classes, listening to chick music, and crying over Gilmore Girls.  I LOVE BEING A GIRL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am getting really really good at all these dude sports which worries me.  For instance, I have great aim.  Me and clay pigeon shooting are become good friends, minus the fact that I get major bruises on my shoulders from the gun, but I am really quite the catch, ha ha I mean shot!!!! Also, I am really really really really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; not so really great a golf, but I supposedly have a terrific swing??? In fact this is one sport I can actually see myself playing in the future.  Me, my pink golf shoes, short white skirt, diet coke, and a breast cancer awareness bag of golf clubs sounds perfect!  Lastly, I am getting pretty stinking good on the water.  I am not so great a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wakeboarding&lt;/span&gt; but I am a heck of a wake surfer?  Who knew that existed but I sure popped right up my first try and was taking to that wake pretty dang well.  I am interested to see what is the next dude sport I will get suckered into trying.  I will make one promise, I will never ever ever play video games.  I will forever have a complex about video games. I have sat and watched way to many for me to every really have the desire to participate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload some pictures of my attempting some of these sports, once I can figure out how to upload pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-4506561212218018274?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4506561212218018274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=4506561212218018274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4506561212218018274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4506561212218018274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-afraid-i-am-turning-into-dude-haha.html' title='I am afraid I am turning into a dude. HAHA'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6520404019027654878</id><published>2009-07-16T08:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:12:09.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Tootsie Rolls....My Life Would Suck Without You</title><content type='html'>Nothing makes me more giddy then going to the grocery store, walking down the candy isle, and picking up a nice big bag of Tootsie Rolls.  I am so in love with those little midges it seriously makes me want to do cartwheels down the isles and scream at the top of my lungs, "I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it."  Wow it is strange that something so small can fill me with such joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootsie Rolls have magic powers, when I am in a happy mood they compliment my happiness, when I want to cry they help me stop, and when I am bored they keep me from losing my mind.  I find such pleasure in the fact that I get to chew on chocolaty goodness and not have to deal with the calories and fat of actual chocolate.  There is something therapeutic in unwrapping Tootsie Roll after Tootsie Roll.  However, the best part about Tootsie Rolls, the thing that keeps me hooked, is the fact that they get better with time!!!!!!!!!!!  Find a Tootsie Roll that is two years old and it is the best day of your life.  I find complete satisfaction in knowing that they will never let me down, lose their appeal, or be discontinued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootsie Rolls have been there for me through everything I have ever gone through, good, bad, or ugly (braces and highlights.)  I am deeply grateful for their level of commitment and if I can find a man that treats me half as good as these little babies....watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-6520404019027654878?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6520404019027654878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=6520404019027654878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6520404019027654878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6520404019027654878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/07/ode-to-tootsie-rollsmy-life-would-suck.html' title='An Ode to Tootsie Rolls....My Life Would Suck Without You'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-8460171533380456966</id><published>2009-07-14T10:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:33:36.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the latest pick up lines........</title><content type='html'>"I wanted to get to know you better so I Googled you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw you at a random church function a really long time ago, I don't remember what church function or who gave me your number, I couldn't wait any longer because I thought I would miss out on such a great opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you from Columbia or Venezuela? I served my mission in South America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-8460171533380456966?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8460171533380456966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=8460171533380456966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/8460171533380456966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/8460171533380456966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-of-latest-pick-up-lines.html' title='Some of the latest pick up lines........'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-4623831494485836760</id><published>2009-07-13T18:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:17:53.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs you anyway....you're making me crazy</title><content type='html'>Dear Facebook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but I don't have to like you right now.  I need some space!  Consider this an official break, I am seeing other social networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kendyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My blog will be getting a lot more attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-4623831494485836760?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4623831494485836760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=4623831494485836760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4623831494485836760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4623831494485836760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-needs-you-anywayyour-making-me.html' title='Who needs you anyway....you&apos;re making me crazy'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-4323677490258226776</id><published>2009-05-26T17:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:15:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright I confess, I did it!!! I read two dating books that were very informative and helpful.  It is possible that their principles and advice came far to late to save me from my downward dating spiral, but there is always always ALWAYS room for growth and the ability to move forward.  Who knows???  I wish I had some helpful hints and tips, or could pin point a few things that I have learned or improved upon after reading but I can't.  Wow my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comprehension&lt;/span&gt; skills suck!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; oh well I will suggest at least one.  HAPPY READING, hope it changes you life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man&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/4904346719220617919-4323677490258226776?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4323677490258226776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=4323677490258226776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4323677490258226776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4323677490258226776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never.....'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3046788752665152824</id><published>2009-05-19T19:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:40:42.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "O" show</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cirque du Soleil&lt;/em&gt; weaves an aquatic tapestry of artistry, surrealism and theatrical romance in the timeless production, "O."  Inspired by the concept of infinity and the elegance of water's pure form, "O" pays tribute to the beauty of the theatre - from the simplest street performance to the most lavish of operas - where anything is possible and where the drama of life plays itself out before our very eyes. World-class acrobats, synchronized swimmers, divers and characters perform in, on, and above water to create a breathtaking experience. Only at Bellagio, Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen in my life.  I have seen many shows on Broadway, a variety of Ballets, and multiple productions.  Nothing, NOTHING, compares to the inspiring and captivating display of talent and complexity possessed by the performers in "O." I am here to tell you that it was almost as wonderful as my date.....YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE MR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, thank you so very much for the unforgettable experience and very memorable evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3046788752665152824?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3046788752665152824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3046788752665152824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3046788752665152824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3046788752665152824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-show.html' title='The &quot;O&quot; show'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1020317272831135863</id><published>2009-04-28T09:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:27:44.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My most recent encounter with a bird...</title><content type='html'>I hate birds.  I am here to tell you nothing scares me more!  The other weekend I was house sitting with my BF Margot.  The family that lives in this house LOVES animals.  They have three dogs, one cat, fish, a chinchilla, and a BIRD.  The first night we slept there we woke up to a dead mouse that the cat dragged in, the second night we woke up to a special gift from one of the dogs, and the third night you probably should have just killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set this up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house is huge, it is up Little Cottonwood Canyon, the stairs in this home are made of glass, it has huge windows, a copper bath tub, and the most incredible guest bed known to man.  Honestly it reminds me of the house in the movies  "When a Stranger Calls." That said, it is a little creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third night we get there something was a little off.  It had been raining all day and the animals were a little anxious when we walked through the door.  We walked into the kitchen and into the backroom to shut the door we left open for the sweet little angels.  And there it was like right out of a horror movie a flapping against the door we had just opened. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I screamed so loud, THE BIRD HAD GOTTEN OUT!!!  Oh crap I hate birds, I almost lost it. Dang bird!  We ended up having to call Margot's brothers to help us find the bird. I was obviously useless because I was still freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short the dang bird cannot even fly but had waddled into the other room and gotten stuck behind the Armour, hahahah serves it right- it about gave me a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B background-image %3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/pookiecopy.jpg %22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20 background-attachment %3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20 style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute %3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20 width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src %3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/ %3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1020317272831135863?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1020317272831135863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1020317272831135863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1020317272831135863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1020317272831135863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-most-recent-encounter-with-bird.html' title='My most recent encounter with a bird...'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1747103580455947198</id><published>2009-04-20T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:16:22.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating for Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/HotPinkbyNature.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;I have never been good at dating.... PERIOD!!!!!!!!  It all started in high school when I thought it would be a good idea to just keep dating the same guy over and over and over until he went on a mission.   Of course I was to caught up in the emotion of it all to see the light and get a firm grasp on reality.  With that said, my parents were right and I was an idiot.  For those of you that are just turning 16 the For Strength of Youth Pamphlet is true and you shouldn't have a boyfriend until you are at least 30 (Your welcome mom for shamelessly encouraging my own sister to learn from my mistake.) For some reason after that I never really caught on....  I sort of feel like the kid whose parents stuck them in sports for years and even though they went to practice, played in all the games, looked the part, and even played in high school they were still pretty awful.  Wait a second that sounds familiar too hahahahaha.  Well I will be the first to admit I am dating illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between boyfriends and month long relationships I have engaged in some pretty intense first date dating.  Boy I gotta tell ya it is just painful.  The anxiety of a second date invitation and the agony of turning down a cutie that has terrible breath just really really rubs me in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame BYU. While I lived there I thought dating life could not be more blissful.  I was ready and willing to give anyone a shot and I was hopeful that my white night would show up well dressed, confident, grounded, and ready to show a "little girl at heart" a good time.  Boy was I wrong!!!!!  I cannot tell you how many mean boys I met.  I would be ungrateful to say that  I didn't have some fun, go on some great dates, and meet some wonderful people but, in all honesty I got played and played again.  I will admit I wasn't perfect.  I wasn't afraid to tell em how I felt and call them when I felt like I wanted to call them.  I could never figure out that whole "hard to get" thing and I was so over the "games" from high school I just avoided them at all cost.  Apparently that is the fun in all of it?  The catch and chase of dating is what is thrilling?  Barf!!!!!!!!!  If that is what it takes I would rather be single forever, I would still make it to the celestial kingdom right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That point to all of this ranting is..... Don't have a boyfriend in high school, you will forever face the repercussions!!!!!!!!!!!  Oh and do what I did, buy "Dating for Dummies."  I am sure there will be some sort of helpful hints so save me from dying alone. (I didn't really buy it buy I did just look it up on amazon to see if it was worth purchasing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I am starting to get it figured out.  I am turning a great corner and realizing that being who I am is most important.  I cannot change the past I can only learn from it.  I honestly want to be good at the courting part of my adult life, I understand you date who you marry, and I really wanna marry someone that I have dated for awhile. I should share one success story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next blog! hahahaha  Please fill free to give as much advice as you can.  Clearly I need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1747103580455947198?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1747103580455947198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1747103580455947198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1747103580455947198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1747103580455947198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/04/dating-for-dummies.html' title='Dating for Dummies'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-4568502754187329956</id><published>2009-04-14T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:43:28.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY DADDY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/HotPinkbyNature.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;I was planning on being an orphan this Easter, I couldn't get off work or get out of my calling; however, my sweet daddy had to stay home and work!  Crappy for him but happy for me.  I got to hang out with my old man for a minute or two and catch up on life.  It is so great to have a dad that loves me and is involved in my life.  Possibly in more ways than both he and I would like.  For instance- he claims he is my sugar daddy when in reality he just lets me eat his food, sleep in his house, and use the bathroom (I have become quite the little miss independent) and he still continues to torment me about the length of my dresses and the coverage of my sleeves.  Annoying but at least he cares, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to him being around and me having a relatively open weekend.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend ever I know came home from Tennessee, BTW she will be famous rock star one of these days and I will be her back up singer, I had a few errands to run, and a fun Friday night planned with some guys and my favorite partner in crime Margot, and here is the best part A DATE WITH MY DAD!!!!! Yes that is correct on Saturday morning I woke up walked down stairs and asked my dad out on a date! He proceeded to laugh and respond with a "Yes Ken" in one of his infamous accents.  It was set after he got back from the office we were going out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all ready and waited, and waited, and waited, guess who was an hour late?  MY DAD!  I don't think I have ever waited that long ever for a date &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Then we went and picked out a dishwasher ( this was a riot) and I convinced him that sushi was a good choice for dinner.  Dinner was amazing, I ordered Salmon and so did he, we talked about school, boys, life, and how freaking delicious dinner was. It was so much fun, I really love my dad and wish there was a mini Gary running around in this crazy world that would marry me. My mom is a lucky lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he took me to get frozen yogurt at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; place, Yogurt Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time and I really appreciated my dad spending time with me and buying me dinner.  He is a great man even though I get thoroughly annoyed ever time he becomes the modesty police.  I am grateful to have such an incredible example for what a man, husband, father, friend, and person should be.  Thanks dad I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Parents should totally take there kids on dates, mine have since we were little.  We totally love it and I will totally continue this tradition with my babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 30px; z-index: 50; width: 150px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-4568502754187329956?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4568502754187329956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=4568502754187329956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4568502754187329956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4568502754187329956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-daddy.html' title='I LOVE MY DADDY!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5234848347738943885</id><published>2009-04-11T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:47:51.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Okay here is a list of a few of my guilty pleasures.... mine come mostly in the form of food!  However, it is totally necessary to have just a few of those things that you can indulge in and immediately smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Betsey Johnson earrings&lt;br /&gt;2.  Turkey Pepperonis&lt;br /&gt;3.  French Fries in Ranch&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bleaching my teeth&lt;br /&gt;5.  Protein Shakes (chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mini Cadbury eggs (what inspired this blog)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Will &amp;amp; Grace, Gilmore Girls, and the food network&lt;br /&gt;8.  People Magazine&lt;br /&gt;9.  Mani and Pedi&lt;br /&gt;10.  New Panties (hahahahaha I only used that word cuz my dad hates it so so bad)&lt;br /&gt;11.  HUMUS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;12.  Almond M&amp;amp;M's&lt;br /&gt;13.  Captain Crunch Berries&lt;br /&gt;14.  Going to a batting Cage and smashing a few (good ab work out BTW)&lt;br /&gt;15.  Frosting of all flavors (esp. cream cheese frosting and rainbow chip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep thinking but this is just a few!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/HotPinkbyNature.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5234848347738943885?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5234848347738943885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5234848347738943885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5234848347738943885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5234848347738943885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/04/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3132024442896632557</id><published>2009-04-06T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:13:43.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE SEAFOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/HotPinkbyNature.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;So over a month ago I was practically forced to try Sushi.  I thought I would literally choke and die at even the thought of an uncooked fish sliding down my throat and into my stomach.  I was convinced that it was just a trend that the popular kids had to be follow and that people honestly hated eating that crap.  On the way to Happy Sumo I could feel my stomach turning, my hands were sweating, (fyi I DO NOT HAVE SWEATY PALMS EVER!!!) my gag reflex was on high and I was prepared to meet my death.  The moment I opened the door the fish smell hit my like a ton of bricks and was I immediately ill.  All I could do to contain myself was focus on the huge glass of ice cold diet coke that was sitting right in front of me.  Here was the moment of truth Ahi Tuna- a little magenta roll of cold rawness, ugh I was almost crying as I picked up the roll dunked it in some soy sauce mixture and shoved the mass in to my mouth. WTH (what the heck) MMMMMMMMMMMM  It was so dang good.  Who am I and what is going on?  I was disgusted that I to had now fallen for the hype of it all.  About ten different rolls later I was still thoroughly enjoying myself and completely neglecting my diet coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues.... &lt;br /&gt;In discussing my recent conversion to seafood with various people I find myself constantly encouraged to try this fish and that roll.  Halibut is now my new best friend, I want to marry the sunshine something or other roll at Tsunami, and shrimp and I are really working on getting over that texture issue.  It is safe to say that I really "dig" seafood!  hahahahahahahahaha MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM  I am craving it now.  Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new found passion for being adventurous I find it only necessary to thank those of you involved.  BTW I think my lips are still burning from the dang wasabi, now it is my turn to get y'all to try the deluxe chili cheese fries from the one and only Del Taco!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 30px; z-index: 50; width: 150px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3132024442896632557?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3132024442896632557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3132024442896632557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3132024442896632557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3132024442896632557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-seafood.html' title='I LOVE SEAFOOD!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7631876372736334824</id><published>2009-03-17T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:29:56.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>Wow its been months.  Everything has changed... literally.  Here is a list of what you have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; runner up at Miss Utah USA&lt;br /&gt;2. I turned 22&lt;br /&gt;3. I got pink boots and the Britney Spears CD for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't remember what I did for New Years&lt;br /&gt;5. Started and finished a fabulous internship at the state capitol&lt;br /&gt;5.  Got a massage for Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;6.  I out ate every man on capitol hill minus one or two that were probably to scared or embarrassed to try&lt;br /&gt;7.  Feel in love with SUSHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me the ultimate fish and seafood hater loves sushi&lt;br /&gt;8.  Decided that an internship in Washington DC is something  I WOULD LOVE TO CONSIDER (anyone have any hook ups)&lt;br /&gt;9.  I realized that I am addicted to all things fried, sugar coated, dipped in chocolate, salted, and covered in ranch. &lt;br /&gt;10.  Became officially addicted to diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Opened my ears to some new bands and artist&lt;br /&gt;12.  Bought my first Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kors&lt;/span&gt; bag&lt;br /&gt;13.  Ate pizza every day for a week&lt;br /&gt;14.  Did something really stupid ( wouldn't you like to know)&lt;br /&gt;15.  Figured out what career I would love for the rest of my life (professional french fry tester)&lt;br /&gt;16.  Decided that skinny jeans are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Spent way to much money on a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;18.  Ran to long and seriously screwed up my calf muscles&lt;br /&gt;19.  Fell in love with a nail tech and will never go back&lt;br /&gt;20.  Pretty much the last three months+ of my life have been thrilling, exhausting, emotionally draining and life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who has played a role in helping me live my life. I am happy to be the woman that I am and extremely grateful to wake up every day knowing I will get to spend time with each and everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out-  who knows how long it will be until I am back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7631876372736334824?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7631876372736334824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7631876372736334824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7631876372736334824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7631876372736334824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2009/03/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3094127087864936212</id><published>2008-10-31T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:21:44.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SUCH A CLUTZ!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so here it goes, the most embarrassing moment I will be sharing with the blog-o-sphere.  I am such a complete idiot, but I do believe the lesson I learned will help many of you if ever in a similar situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I was cooking some steak and broccoli (which I am really starting to hate because I am eating it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; due to a rather successful meal plan.)  While I was cooking I was drinking a lot of liquids to keep me from diving into the XXL bag of peanut M&amp;amp;M's that is always in the candy bowl with in reach of the stove.  I was drinking drinking drink and I really had to pee.  I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;broc&lt;/span&gt; in the microwave and thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I have 0:46 secs before it beeps I wanna try and beat it.  So I run to the potty, shut the door, do my thing, flush the toilet and mid flush.... MY CUTE PINK PHONE SLIPS OUT OF MY CUTE "I LOVE PINK" RHINESTONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HOODIE&lt;/span&gt; RIGHT INTO THE TINY TORNADO OR WATER SWIRLING DOWN THE TOILET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EWE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GROSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt; was my first reaction then reaching in and saving my favorite thing I have ever purchased.  I want to cry, throw up due to the place my drip hand was just pulled from, and freak out.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; take of the back and pull out the battery.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; why do I always have to do such stupid things.  While I was assessing the damage I remember, oh my boyfriend used to work for AT&amp;amp;T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WAHOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, he would know what to do.  ******* HERE IS THE SOLUTION TO A SOGGY PHONE*****  Take the wet phone and put it in a large jar, then pour dry rice into the jar until the phone is completely covered, wait 24 hours and TA-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DAH&lt;/span&gt; a wonderfully dried out phone that to my surprise was fully functional about an hour after I turned it on.  Even the pretty little touch screen worked.  The secret is ****DO NOT TURN YOUR PHONE ON AFTER IT IS SUBMERGED!!!!!  KEEP IT TURNED OFF UNTIL YOU LET THE RICE ABSORB THE MOISTURE****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is date a cell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;technician&lt;/span&gt;, once again Cam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saves&lt;/span&gt; my stupid little butt( hence the protein and veggie diet,) Cam ceases to amaze me, and I keep getting more stupid the longer I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps you out if you ever find yourself in a similar situation!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3094127087864936212?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3094127087864936212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3094127087864936212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3094127087864936212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3094127087864936212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-such-clutz.html' title='I AM SUCH A CLUTZ!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6964954749766398333</id><published>2008-10-15T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:52:37.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I waste so much time.... I am so proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/HotPinkbyNature.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so aside from yesterday I am great at one thing... wasting time.  I do not know who to blame or praise from blessing me with such a  talent.  Probably only myself.  I can spend hours on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, food channel, phone, shower, kitchen, gym, Cam's house, talking to my mom, talking to Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pettit&lt;/span&gt;, talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tewa&lt;/span&gt;, plucking my eyebrows, changing my outfits (I am still five I swear and I have a heaping pile of clean clothes in my room to prove it,) eating, making some weird meal (I have recently developed a need for improving, developing really, my domestic skills,) window shopping, holding my niece.... etc etc.  What in the world is my problem.  How have I ever managed t0 donate 3,000 hours to the America Lung Association, maintain a high GPA let alone go to school and do my homework, work part time, and work out.  I think I am truly messed up.  I think instead of sleeping I spend all that time doing the important things.  Wow, I have really got to get my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shiz&lt;/span&gt;" together.  Just thinking about how much more  I could get done in one day if I just stopped watching Ace of Cakes and Gilmore Girls re-runs.  Please tell me I am not alone and that everyone else on the planet has their indulgences.  I swear I am on top of it most of the time, but when I allow myself to take a break I really know how to take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest time wasters for me...&lt;br /&gt;1. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;2. Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;3. Internet&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping online/stores&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating-  what is the point, when you eat you get fat and unhappy, when you diet you don't enjoy what you are eating anyway.&lt;br /&gt;6. ...... add to the list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-6964954749766398333?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6964954749766398333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=6964954749766398333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6964954749766398333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6964954749766398333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-waste-so-much-time-i-am-so-proud.html' title='I waste so much time.... I am so proud'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1319642650351772905</id><published>2008-10-10T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:42:06.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it has been a while since I have been one here, mostly because I do the same thing everyday so life hasn't been so exciting. But, life has been really great!!! I really having nothing to report except, I AM COMPETING IN THE MISS UTAH USA PAGEANT! I just thought I would officially announce this to all of my blogging friends, not that anyone really cares but. I love staying updated on all of your lives so I am just assuming ya'll would like to know about my latest decision. After this it is goodbye to the crazy world of pageants, I love it dearly but it is quite fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To introduce my debut into the Miss Universe Organization my dear friend Lance Wride created this!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255612760354982402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SO-v9cn4CgI/AAAAAAAAABM/YPP_7za7cqE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;" adepth="0" aidx="0"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4904346719220617919-1319642650351772905?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1319642650351772905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1319642650351772905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1319642650351772905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1319642650351772905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-latest-decision.html' title='My latest decision'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SO-v9cn4CgI/AAAAAAAAABM/YPP_7za7cqE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1677176515658459328</id><published>2008-09-19T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:27:54.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is my proof!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;SEE LOOK AT ME GO!!!!!!!!!! Oh and by the way I finally figured out how to get pictures on here.  I am starting to become quite the little blogger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="Z-INDEX: 50; LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 150px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 30px; HEIGHT: 45px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SNPSzv8scuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4qWI7LP38-E/s1600-h/kenbirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247769777302958818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SNPSzv8scuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4qWI7LP38-E/s320/kenbirds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1677176515658459328?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1677176515658459328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1677176515658459328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1677176515658459328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1677176515658459328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-is-my-proof.html' title='Here is my proof!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFjc2zLTqp4/SNPSzv8scuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4qWI7LP38-E/s72-c/kenbirds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7950314102422638710</id><published>2008-09-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:20:41.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration from Crystal Stewart Miss USA</title><content type='html'>So I was doing a little research on the Miss USA website.  Just wanted to get a little more information on the organization and learn my facts.  I was reading Crystal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stewart's&lt;/span&gt; bio and was completely impressed by a quote she had in there from the bible (not sure of the reference) “The race is not given to the swift nor the strong, but to the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endureth&lt;/span&gt; to the end."  I think so many times in my life I want what I want when I want it.  Like the Miss America crown, I spent three years of my life slaving away to self improvement and building a platform hoping then and finally then I would fit the Miss America mold- never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.  Life is funny like that, I have realized I needed to run and finish that race.  I also realized that I may have been running circles in the wrong race.  I am really excited to start this new phase of my life and try something new and sort of out of my comfort zone- especially now that I have been crushed several times with my outcome in the Miss America system.  What a little heart breaker:(  However, it is the journey that makes the champion not the finish line.  Walking away from this last race I need a self esteem boost fast-  I needed to find something that I could be confident in.  Ultimately it came down to another pageant- one that I could start fresh in and find my own voice and place.  There is something to  facing the thing that frightens you most.  Like when I was in Zambia, I have a huge and giant fear of birds (not even sure if there is a phobia for that,) I am so frightened by them it is weird.  I decided that I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conquer&lt;/span&gt; my fear.  We purchased chickens for some families and we needed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deliver&lt;/span&gt; them, so I thought I would be brave and pick up the chicken, carry it to the truck, ride with it to our destination, and deliver it myself.  Wow, some pretty strange emotion I will tell ya what, the words vomit, die, terrible, invigorating, empowering, incredible passed through my mind.  But in the end I did it, not sure I am over my fear but at least I can say I literally faced my fear straight in the beak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is my gigantic fear of pageants needs to be faced and I think I have finally come to a grand conclusion of what I need to do.... DON'T YOU LOVE IT WHEN YOU FINALLY FIGURE OUT THE MYSTERIES OF LIFE??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7950314102422638710?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7950314102422638710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7950314102422638710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7950314102422638710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7950314102422638710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspiration-from-crystal-stewart-miss.html' title='Inspiration from Crystal Stewart Miss USA'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1176918700951250398</id><published>2008-09-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:48:47.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a procrastinator</title><content type='html'>Yes boys and girls I wait until the last minute to do almost everything. For some reason I just cannot seem to do my Comm research homework way before it is due. I figured that I should write a little blog, because blogging is like writing in my journal and I will be blessed for keeping a journal. At least that is what my young women leaders used to tell us so we would keep a journal in order to get our young women recognition award. Well I also got that the Sunday before I turned 18, so you see where I am going with this. Now I want to clear my record because there are a few things I do on time or in advance. I always always always swish water through my teeth before swallowing, call my mom before I go hang out with people ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I am way lame because I am 21 and still call and get permission, I think it is my own little way of keeping in touch with my mom and saying out loud what I am going to do before I do- I do want to do to many stupid things,) I always tell myself I shouldn't order the side of fries before I go ahead and order them and then proceed to eat mine and cam's, I always record my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; shows so I can watch them at whatever hour I want, I am really good at- well that is pretty much it. For some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; reason I just cannot figure out how to do things days in advance. It would save me from a lot of late nights I am sure. I really like to do my homework late at night, it is less distracting (Cam leaves by 12:00 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; because he has a curfew- um hello 25 and a curfew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;- sorry to laugh at your expense babe it is cute that you obey the rules!) Anyway, it is less distracting, I have the kitchen all to myself, it is quite except for the monster in our dryer, seriously when I am doing laundry it sounds like I put my little sister in there with my 10 pound hand weights. Dad if you ever read this BUY A NEW DRYER!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am still procrastinating, I really really don't feel like finishing my foreign press coverage of the U.S. presentation. Although it is really interesting to read articles from the Zambian post on election coverage- oh wait they don't coverage the election they sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; praises and leave McCain the heck out of the picture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; it really is pretty comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I will finally be a good girl and hit the books, or I could fiddle around on my blog a little longer because my auntie Erika (the mother of all blogs, queen of blogging technology) taught me how to make my blog look wicked cool. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yaaahooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; I don't look like a geek now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1176918700951250398?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1176918700951250398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1176918700951250398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1176918700951250398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1176918700951250398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-such-procrastinator.html' title='I am such a procrastinator'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1797878916061439584</id><published>2008-09-13T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:20:15.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripping my hair out.... wow btw I need to get it colored</title><content type='html'>You know when you have like a million things to decide all at once and you just cant make yourself do it?  Well that has been the story of my life for the last month.  I tend to pace around my house, grab a handful of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheetos&lt;/span&gt;, text cam, and then sit on my favorite coach curl up in my brothers baby quilt and think, "I HATE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GROWING&lt;/span&gt; UP."  Well I think I am finally ready to make my decisions.  In the midst of all of this craziness there has been some heart-to-hearts with my parents, friends, Cam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tewa&lt;/span&gt;, Heavenly Father, myself and my lazy twin, there has been tears, German chocolate cake, extremely sleepless nights, many Gilmore Girls episodes watched, hugs, kisses, laughter, and some really great meditation during my hour long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; sessions.  Well ladies and gentleman................(drum roll please) I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; still not sure.  Just kidding, even though I have been going to school for the past week I have not really been able to commit.  Maybe in the back of my mind I thought school would magically disappear and I would miraculously never have to go again, but that didn't happen.  I swear I did everything right to make it go away, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;summoned&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt; through the power of the secret, shook my magic eight ball just right, prayed, crossed my fingers, clicked my heels together three times, I even imagined myself not walking around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; campus.  But here I am 17 credits, six classes, and seven books later up to my grown out roots in reading still in school.  However, I thoroughly enjoy my major and the material we are learning so I think I will be able to get through it.   I mean my parents alternative to not going to school was working full time. YIKES that scared me more.  So I have decided to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;contentment&lt;/span&gt; in going to school. How did I manage to do this???  I decided to stop being so selfish and ungrateful.  I really tried to forget everything that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;buggin&lt;/span&gt; me and focus on what I could do for my family, cam, friends, and strangers.  Isn't it weird how your personal lives change the most when you aren't even thinking about them.  I love it.  That is one of the greatest tender mercies of the Lord.  If there is one thing I know to be true it is this, "When ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are only in the service of your God."  Once again I learn things the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1797878916061439584?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1797878916061439584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1797878916061439584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1797878916061439584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1797878916061439584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/ripping-my-hair-out-wow-btw-i-need-to.html' title='Ripping my hair out.... wow btw I need to get it colored'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3301547670349110672</id><published>2008-09-04T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:31:17.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love love love this time of year-  election season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yippee, I am like a giddy 16 year old girl meeting a cute guy for the first time.  Oh wait I am like that every day when I realize over and over how handsome Cam is!  Anyway, Sarah Palin is incredible.  I have few complaints.  The more I pay attention to Sen. McCain I actually am warming up to him.  I was a little unsure of who I was going to choose for my presidential vote, but I am starting to see the light.   I like Governor Palin for a variety of reasons- she is a mom, successful woman, impressive and moving leader, FULL OF PERSONALITY, great public speaker though her speeches are a little redundant she is very very engaging, she is funny, she is natural and real, and she has a terrific political track record.  McCain he is cool I guess.  Though he needs some serious lip plumper and I sometime feel like I want to shake a personality into him- he is a good, faith oriented, proud to be an American, and seasoned elected official kinda guy.  I was a little worried that we would be getting a professional politician with him, his V.P. is going to be the fresh perspective that we need from his campaign.  You know what really makes me thrilled beyond belief is that Palin is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FORMER PAGEANT GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guess what Miss Utah judges 2008 my answer to your question "Is your pageant history going to be a hindrance to you when pursuing your political aspirations" was totally and completely validated and hahahahahahaha TRUE and FROM MY HEART. hahahahaha- DO YOU REALLY THINK SHE WOULD BE AS CAPTIVATING, MOTIVATING, AND THE BOMB.COM AT SPEAKING TO MILLIONS OF PEOPLE IF SHE DIDN'T HAVE SUCH A GREAT AVENUE LIKE PREPARING FOR A MISS AMERICA INTERVIEW.  I THINK NOT. I am not bitter I just wanted to prove a point, I am and forever will be so grateful for my pageant prep as it helps me fulfill my dreams and live an unlimited life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and by the way, the way Sarah Palin dresses kicks Hillary's BUTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3301547670349110672?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3301547670349110672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3301547670349110672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3301547670349110672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3301547670349110672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-love-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I love love love this time of year-  election season.'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5302015747005845193</id><published>2008-08-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:21:04.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>"The testimony you have today will not be your testimony of tomorrow.  Your tesimony is either going to grow and grow until it becomes as the brightness of the sun, or it is going to diminish to nothing, depending on what you do about it....A testimony is fragile.  It is as hard to hold as a moonbeam.  It is something you ahve to recapture everyday of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Harold B. Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5302015747005845193?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5302015747005845193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5302015747005845193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5302015747005845193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5302015747005845193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day_27.html' title='Quote of the day...'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-2460162707922012575</id><published>2008-08-25T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:39:39.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I officially stink at cooking, I LOVE MY MOM</title><content type='html'>So I thought it would be fun to try and cook dinner tonight. Little did I know how completely difficult it is. I tried to just cook one thing right after the other well, by the time I go one thing finished it was cold by the time I moved on to the next. Needless to say I am grateful for the microwave, sorry to my future hubby that has to eat my meals, and I LOVE MY MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really helped me see in a very small way how hard it must be to be a mom. It is also so silly that something as redundant as cooking go so unappreciated. This thought lead me to think of all of the other wonderful things my mom has done for me that I have never really taken the time to appreciate. Such as, surprise room cleanings and laundry washings, all of the many last minute errands and shopping trips, the here is twenty bucks for gas (which has happened a lot lately,) the many times she has stayed up late with me watching Gilmore Girls or gluing on rhinestones(I do this a lot, it is my therapy,) crying with me over something has upset me, freaking out with me when something exciting happens, listening to me vent, waking me up every morning I sleep in late, buying me a new shirt or new shoe, indulging in my cravings and pageant gown fetishes, helping me eat healthy and showing me great inner thigh exercises,buying me Audrey Hepburn DVDs, showing me the "Diet Coke" light, introducing me to the favorite cinnamon flavor, sweet potatoes, tootsie rolls, etc. etc. I am telling you my mom is the most incredible woman on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that she has published 17 novels- with many more on the way, 3 children's books, and has taught aerobics for years. The thing I admire most about my mom is her perseverance. It took her ten years and many many rejections to finally get a book published, now that she has she is so extremely successful. Her books are inspiring and enjoyable. The are a great read for a long car ride or a bad day. I have found myself many time using her books as an escape from my sometimes hectic world. She taught me when I was very little that if I was willing to work hard enough, I could do anything I wanted to. Never has anything in my life been handed to me on a silver platter- that is not how I was raised. I was raised to work hard for what I wanted so that I could appreciate it more. I am so so grateful my mom and my dad almost forced me to become a hard worker. I believe my success in life is a lot sweeter because of this. Yes it is hard when I work my butt of and am still not able to achieve some of my dreams, but dreams change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my mom. She spends her free time speaking to young women groups, writers groups, elementary school students, and taking care of her busy busy children. My mom's entire being is focused on improving the lives of other people. My mom has always put my needs and my siblings needs before her own. Recently she was called as a counselor in the stake young women presidency. She was a little overwhelmed, I on the other hand was thrilled. The hundreds of young women in out stake will be so richly blessed to have my mom to guide and teach them through the pivotal years of their lives. They are so lucky to hear about the stories she has, be touched by her passion, be influenced by her testimony, and feel of her pure and unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to be my mother's daughter. There is no one else I would want to be. I am who I am because of her and her constant love and encouragement. This blog entry doesn't do my mother justice but I had to spend a minute bragging about how cool my mom is. The best thing my mom has done for me is help me gain my own testimony of the Gospel. She always shared her testimony with us, read scriptures with us, and prayed with us. She taught me at a young age to love my father in heaven and have faith in him. She knew that he would make more out of my life than she or I ever could. I am grateful that my dad was right be her said every step of the way. I keep thinking of the high school graduation talk that Rory Gilmore gave as valedictorian of Chilton prep school. In her talk she mentioned that her grandparents were her twin pillars without who she could not stand. Well that is the definition of my parents, my twin pillars, equals, equal in their strength and positive influence in my life- without them I could not stand. I know that I could, they taught me how, but I don't want to. Also, she goes on to talk about her mom Loreli. Loreli would always try and fill Rory's mind with great female examples and role models, people that she could look up to and become. In all reality Loreli is the only woman in the world Rory wants to be. Mom, if you ever read this, you are the person I want to be, you are my example, my role model, the person who I admire most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end on a funny note, at the end of this particular episode of Gilmore Girls, Rory accepts her diploma and pulls a funny face and sticks her tongue out at her mom, Loreli proceeds to do the same thing and says, "I taught her everything I know." Well my mom has taught me everything I know, but there is more to learn and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life being taught by my mom, best friends, and greatest example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-2460162707922012575?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2460162707922012575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=2460162707922012575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2460162707922012575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2460162707922012575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-officially-stink-at-cooking-ilove-my.html' title='I officially stink at cooking, I LOVE MY MOM'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-8228898679161091020</id><published>2008-08-24T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:56:24.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day!</title><content type='html'>"Prayer unlocks the powers of heaven in our behalf. Prayer is the great gift which our Eternal Father has given us by which we may approach Him and speak with Him in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Be prayerful. You cannot make it alone. You cannot reach your potential alone. You need the help of the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Gordan B. Hinckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh PA, Regional Conf, April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on making a lot a decisions lately.  The thing that I have realized the most is the necessity to pray to whomever it is that you pray to.  I believe in the last two lines of this quote with my whole heart,  I know I cannot do anything without the strength of the Lord.  I understand and have a testimony that he as the power to do more with my life than I do.  With him and his strength I can do anything I want to do.  It is so easy to try and do everything thing on your own, to make your own decisions, but are you always making the right ones???  When you place your life in his hands I believe you can never make a wrong choice.  You may make a mistake, but it is the mistake that you will need to learn from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some food for thought.  I have been trying to re-prioritize and evaluate my life.  Thought I would share just a little bit of what I have learned in my all 21+ years of life. It isn't much but I am glad that I have learned it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-8228898679161091020?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8228898679161091020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=8228898679161091020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/8228898679161091020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/8228898679161091020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1732141677060839160</id><published>2008-08-23T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:32:34.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP I LOVE RHYTHMIC GYMNASTICS!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have got to learn how to post photos and videos on here. I have finally been able to watch rhythmic gymnastics. It just fascinates me. I do not understand for a second how these extremely thin women are capable of doing what they do. They stand on one leg in the splits perpendicular to the floor pirouetting five and six times while flinging a hula hoop twenty feet in the air. WHAT THE HECK. If you do not have a visual of what I just described then thats ok because it is so freaking crazy what they do, you really cannot explain it in words. You will just have to go online and watch. I am going to teach myself how to do this tech stuff on here so I can just show you. STAY TUNED......&lt;br /&gt;draft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1732141677060839160?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1732141677060839160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1732141677060839160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1732141677060839160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1732141677060839160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-crap-i-love-rhythmic-gymnastics.html' title='HOLY CRAP I LOVE RHYTHMIC GYMNASTICS!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-197883625593476196</id><published>2008-08-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:07:31.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor Control</title><content type='html'>So here is the scoop.  I am undecided as to what my future holds.  There is a possibility I will be getting married, there is a possibility that I will be competing in another pageant, there is a possibility that I am going to move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; to live on the beach for eternity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surviving&lt;/span&gt; by my belly dancing career ( I don't belly dance to that could be interesting).  Currently I am not entered in an pageants and there isn't ring on my finger. As of now I want to get a normal life started.  I have never been just a working college student with a boyfriend.  That life sounds intriguing and rewarding.  I really want to to spend the next month putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; back together.  For so long the Miss Utah pageant has been a huge part of my life and I sort of put all of my eggs in one basket.  Don't get me wrong it empowered me to do a lot of good and focus on constantly improving myself.  So like a said in a blog before that lessons pageantry has taught me has given me the strength to seize every opportunity in life and hit it head on.  I am ready to focus on my schooling, my career, and my relationship.  This is not to say that competing is out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;, in fact I think I could potentially end up being a stronger competitor having taken a step back from constantly competing.  I am taking a breath and praying.  Praying that I will be guided and directed to do what the Lord wants me to do.  I have tried it my way and I have tried it the Lords way, I have noticed that the Lord makes more out of my life when I put my decisions in his hands.  So many times we want what we want that it is easy to convince ourselves that we are following the will of the Lord.  Well I don't want to make that mistake, these next few decisions are huge and impact the lives of so many people other than myself.  When I figure out what the future holds maybe I will maybe I won't post it.  I just really want to do the right thing.  I have my own selfish reasons to do things and I have my selfless reasons for doing things I just want my only reason for doing anything is because the Lord wants me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, I don't want to be normal.  I can't be normal.  I have a lot of things that I am still doing without pageants.  I have an Asthma Education program that needs more work and I can never forget the children I met in Africa and the organization that led me to them.  Not to mention I like eating roll with potato chips in them while dipping them in ranch.  So there you go I am so the opposite of normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-197883625593476196?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/197883625593476196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=197883625593476196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/197883625593476196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/197883625593476196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/rumor-control.html' title='Rumor Control'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7200019421058710134</id><published>2008-08-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:53:31.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Oatmeal!!!!</title><content type='html'>When I met with my trainer he told me I needed to start eat Oatmeal.  Well I used to despise Oatmeal.  I got very brave one day and tried it, now I am addicted to it.  Just thought you would all like to know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am painting my bedroom a light brown.  My mom said that I need a project so we went to the paint store and I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; immediately with this color.  I have decided I need to be better at trusting my instincts.  I followed my gut when I selected my award winning and show stopping evening gown, so I need to trust myself better.  The beauty of painting a room, you can always repaint it if you hate it so there is really no pressure at all.  I am hoping that through the sweat, fumes, and ache of my arms as I roll on three layers of paint (my walls are currently red)  that  I will be able to sort through all of my decisions and actually make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to my patient friends, family members, and boyfriend who are all so supportive and sick of my answer, "I don't know."  I will "know" soon enough.  Right now I am actually thrilled that I don't know, in my opinion it means that I really want to make the right choice.  I am not just basing my decision of hurt feelings or selfish desires.  I am taking all information into consideration and I think I will be happy with the outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of the rumors floating around, I am not engaged, I am not competing in Miss Utah USA, and I am not getting fat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, well maybe a little- competition weight is impossible to maintain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now happy painting, reading, and eating.  Thanks for being interested, it is wonderful to see how many people love and care about me.  I love you too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7200019421058710134?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7200019421058710134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7200019421058710134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7200019421058710134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7200019421058710134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-oatmeal.html' title='I love Oatmeal!!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5889485758234571657</id><published>2008-07-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:54:31.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings since the pageant...</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share with you my pageant journey and express my love for the organization, an organization that would not exist if it weren’t for the incredible Miss Utah Board.  One of the hardest things for me to swallow is that I won’t be working with you this year.  I have developed a sweet love and admiration each one of you and your families.  I was in the sweetest situation this year with Amy as a director.  I felt so privileged to have so much interaction with all of the Revill girls.  I felt it sort of gave me the upper hand.  It makes losing that much tougher on me at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would write regarding my thoughts and feelings that have accumulated since that rather emotional night.  I have had a few solid weeks to reflect on the magnitude of this experience.  It has been both a bitter and sweet experience analyzing the impact the Miss America Organization has had on my life.  Right now the only sweet part about my circumstance is the enormous amounts of cheese fries, ice cream scoops, carbs, and diet cokes I have rushed to me at my every whimper. I guess you could say that the thesis of the pageant chapter in my life can only be explained by the rather cliché phrase, you can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first pageant was right after my junior year of high school; I had no idea what I was doing.  But, I knew that I loved to perform, I was naive and just wanted to do my best. When I initially began my pageant journey it was for me, I wanted the crown, the glory, the scholarship, and the title. I think my platform was establishing self esteem in girls.  Well, after being awarded 2nd runner up the only person that had received a huge self esteem boost was me!!!  I had just rid myself of a boyfriend that was controlling and damaging to my potential.  It felt great to know that I was worth something, I realized my worth and that I had something to offer this world.  I continued doing pageants for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior year I competed in the Jr. Miss Program. WOW!!!  Talk about the hardest pageant, to this day, that I have ever competed in.  The talent alone is something that made me want to die.  But, I went in with a positive attitude, just wanted to do my best, and I walked out as 2nd runner up!  I WAS SHOCKED AND THRILLED!  However, my world was about to be torn apart, I was being prepared for the hardest obstacle I would have to face in life(well as far as I know).  This is a challenge that no one can understand unless they suffer from the same chronic illness I do.  You can’t see it, you can’t feel it, and you can’t sympathize with me until you have experienced what it is like to be robbed of air.  Each breath is a true gift from God to every human being, this is a gift that is so taken for granted and expected that no one realizes how terrifying and critical it actually is when you cannot get that breath.  During the peak of my senior year I was destroyed and humbled.  I was diagnosed with severe Asthma.  My doctor sat me down and said, “Kendyl you have to stop dancing and you will die if you don’t learn how to manage your disease.”  I cannot begin to explain the utter devastation I experienced as a seventeen year old girl who was untouchable, carefree, naïve, optimistic, talented, and overflowing with dreams.  I hit below rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles do happen! It was around this time I was considering competing for Miss Sandy again. (I guess I did win a pageant as a returner- it is possible! Ha ha) To be really honest with you I was in no condition to dance for my talent.  It was almost impossible to make it through my minute in a half talent for Jr. Miss, and it was nearly fatal for me to compete with my drill team.  But now that I had a reason to dance for myself I was committed.  My doctor pretty much threw a fit when I told her I wanted to dance again.  We worked really hard and I tried a million different medications until we came up with a plan that prevented me from having constant attacks.  The training began; luckily for me I had a mission and a purpose.  I signed up for the Miss Sandy pageant and Asthma Awareness was my platform.  This time I was competing to prove to myself that I could still dream big and reach my dreams.  I also wanted to prove to others that if you set your mind to something you can accomplish it.  My mom always told me if you are willing to work hard enough any dreams you have can come true.  Well I was crowned Miss Sandy 2005.  That night changed my life forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Miss Utah my first year was wonderful and confusing.  I trained faithfully with Amy Davis, she was filled with expertise in modeling and presentation.  I decided my Asthma was too out of control to perform dance for my talent.  So I resorted to my not so developed talent of singing to get me through.  Every Friday I was at my voice lesson with Dean Kaelin, if I was going to sing I was going to do a good job.  Along with the huge effort I put into preparing my body and my voice I found a great love, serving the American Lung Association.  This is when my perspective changed, I really didn’t want to compete for the crown, I wanted the job.  Amy was so great to share with me the rigorous life style of Miss Utah. This should have scared me but it didn’t.  I felt the spirit confirm to me so strongly that this job was made for me, that my whole life this far was preparation for these very demanding and specific responsibilities.  She also mentioned that my performance had to be perfect and that there was not room for mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition came and passed, I won swimsuit (beating Miss Utah USA Marin Poole, hello I still think that was a fluke!!!!) and I made it to the top ten.  After a week of cheese fries and sulking I competed in Miss Salt Lake County (against my still current boyfriend’s wishes.) As Miss Salt Lake County I really tried to mold my self into Miss America material.  I wanted to be the next Jennifer Berry, relaxed, poised, and polished.  This was the year Tewa came into my life and I began building relationships with other competitors and you, the board members.  I felt like my time was finally arriving.  I established a very successful Asthma Education Program.  This was the highlight of my year, never could I have ever imagined the impact one person can make.  I was shocked and still am shocked at the attention and influence this program has made in the state and the nation.  My reasons for competing in pageants had truly and uniquely changed.  I didn’t care about winning, in fact I still felt so strongly that this role was meant for me that winning the pageant was truly insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Utah 2007 came and passed.  I really walked away feeling great but totally confused.  I have since come to realize that Jill was meant to be Miss Utah that year.  No one could do what she did.  She has made a mark in history, she has changed me personally and I am honored to call her friend.  My decision this year to return was harder than ever.  I knew it was hard to come back as a returner, I had already received many comments such as, you’re too pretty, you’re too perfect, wrong system for you, returners never win, your talent isn’t strong enough, your interview seems canned, you are unapproachable, etc.  I didn’t want to come back.  After months of discussing my options with parents, relatives, friends, Tewa, Sarah Pettit, and my still current boyfriend I made a decision.  I then turned to the Lord and asked him for at least a month if this was right. I didn’t compete this year for me or anyone else I competed because I knew that Lord wanted me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the only way to prepare this year was to live as if I were already Miss Utah.  I made decisions on wardrobe, talent, platform, and life as if I was Miss Utah and going to Miss America.  I also did something that in my current state I am truly grateful I did.  I said before I competed in Miss Utah Valley that win or lose I wanted to be prepared for life.  Miss Utah Valley was the best decision I have ever made.  Amy was brilliant and our year together was filled with hope and constant inspiration. I know I did the right local; it was divine intervention for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I tried my best to mature, let my hair down, be myself, and gain some life experience.  Well in doing that I completed and internship for the state capitol with a crazy Senator, I went to Africa and lost myself in the faces of those hopeless children, bungee jumped the second highest bungee in the world, and worked so hard on my platform that I received national recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from Africa I had seven weeks to prepare.  Even after sixth months of attending the gym five to six times a week and practicing my talent, I was out of shape and broken.  I left my heart in Africa, I couldn’t make it through 30 seconds of my talent because of my Asthma, I couldn’t interview without crying, and I was very confused.  The Lord reaffirmed to me my talents and abilities, I felt secure in my prep and knew that if I had the faith he would help me build strength and heal.  I depended on him to let my preparation shine at Miss Utah. After reading your email I still feel that what you told the judges you wanted I worked really hard to be prepared enough to meet those expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Miss Utah 2008 has come and passed.  I was able to get to know Kayla through the week and have nothing but positive things to say about her as a person.  She is wonderful.  She has a beautiful light about her.  She is very down to earth and will be great with children.  I know that she will be the Miss Utah she is supposed to be.  She will serve her purpose and will make a great impact.  I admired her standards and commitment to being herself.  The funny thing about the pageant this year is, I was totally myself.  I knew this year that I had mastered being me. I knew exactly who I was, I knew my purpose for being there and how I wanted to present myself.  I also knew that I had checked everything off on my checklist that I had to be ready to be the next Miss Utah. Everyday I did one hour of cardio, 45 minutes of weights, performed my talent three times, stretched, researched interview topics, read the news, listened to the news, read my scriptures, prayed, cleaned my room, and modeled 30 minutes everyday.  I wanted to get to Miss Utah, put myself on auto pilot, and perform from my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I walked away from Miss Utah this year knowing that I did everything I could for four years to earn that crown.  It wasn’t enough, I knew after my interview something was not going well in my direction.  They weren’t looking for me or a returner.  I did my best to let my interview roll down off back and move on to the competition.  I did what I went there to do; I put it all out on the table and left my heart in their hands.  I was proud of my presentation and have no regrets.  Of course it is impossible to not over think and analyze my performance, there are little things I wish I could change but I can’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the tough part, where do I go from here?  I have no plan B, I only had plan A- to win Miss Utah.  I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.  I did all I could do and I still could not capture that crown, it still baffles my mind that I didn’t even make the top five.  I have realized since that pageant that the Miss Utah Organization or the Miss America Organization will never be looking for Kendyl Bell.  I gave it three years of my heart and soul, I am sad and disappointed but I am accepting of it.  I am grateful for the life lessons it taught me, to believe in myself, work hard, get an education, stop being selfish and focusing on myself, lose myself in service to others, and most importantly for me- I CAN OVER COME CHALLENGES.  The Miss America Organization saved me from myself, it stepped into my life at a pivotal moment, when I literally couldn’t breathe from my challenges, it gave me hope.  It was proof that hard work pays off and that I could be stronger than my obstacles. The Miss Utah organization gave me that same hope as I really tried to discover who I was and what I wanted out of life.  It really helped me define myself and gave me the strength and courage to face the world with fearlessness and accomplish my dreams. Well dreams change, sometimes because of the choices of other people.  Though I will never be Miss Utah, the hope, drive, and strength that dream once gave me, established within me the hope, drive, and strength I will need to go on with out it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be a product of this organization. I am grateful to you to the board, and to the girls I have met. I know that our paths have crossed for a reason, and I know I am who I am today because of it all.  Thank you for the wonderful years of participation. I am sure I will be a director one day, and it is my hope and prayer that I will make the same impact in the lives of many young women as you have made in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincere love and appreciation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendyl Carol Bell&lt;br /&gt;PROUD TO BE A POLLY PAGEANT GIRL!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5889485758234571657?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5889485758234571657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5889485758234571657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5889485758234571657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5889485758234571657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-feelings-since-pageant.html' title='My feelings since the pageant...'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6659050517154731032</id><published>2008-07-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:45:00.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four DAYS LEFT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH</title><content type='html'>Actually I am at a good place.  I woke up early and went through my normal routine, oatmeal, eggs, packing, news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TEWA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!, dance, gym, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;errands&lt;/span&gt;, etc.  I decided I really really really love being busy and in shape.  It has changed my whole perspective on life, I have not crash dieted, I have worked out five to six days a week since October!  I am loving energy and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;endorphins&lt;/span&gt; I have gained from staying active. Not to mention the improvement it has made on my lungs, seriously, yes it is still a fight I have to wake up every morning and decide to face but it is worth it.  Through faithful exercise I have never felt better, I can actually make it through my talent without collapsing.  THIS IS HUGE FOR ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am just a happy little camper.  Of course there are those last minute things that need to happy, bra shopping, lip liner selecting, but all in all I just want to get to Miss Utah already.  My mind is going in a million directions, I am constantly interviewing myself in my brain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; DORK, I am still trying to make it to as many platform meetings and campaign for the children in Africa, and make time for my family.  I cannot wait to go to Stadium of Fire tomorrow night and watch my little sister perform, oh and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt;, I work out to her music- once again DORK!  Oh well I am just in a good mood and am full of life.  I am tired and hungry but it is a great feeling to know that I am inch by inch, step by step working toward my dream of Miss Utah and living a fulfilled life in spite of Asthma.  Everyday I have to decide if I am going to use Asthma as an excuse or fight through the sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt; pain I experience from the symptoms.  I believe in the past year I have lived up to my potential 100%~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-6659050517154731032?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6659050517154731032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=6659050517154731032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6659050517154731032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6659050517154731032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-days-left-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.html' title='Four DAYS LEFT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-549191756355978127</id><published>2008-07-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:38:07.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Preview</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my preview and am exhausted.  It is so cool to see everything come together the way it should, FINALLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my mom, sis, bro and sis-in-law (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; in her belly!,) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tewa&lt;/span&gt;, Lance, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wride&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Revill&lt;/span&gt; Sisters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Daysha&lt;/span&gt;, Teresa and Kennedy, Abby and Carter, Lynne, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mardy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fam&lt;/span&gt;, Valerie, Grandma Bell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jaron&lt;/span&gt; Winder and Family, Sharon, etc. etc. etc.  I cannot name everyone but I tried to name those I could remember.  It was a long night, short notice, and so so generous of you to give up your time to see my wardrobe!  It was so great to stand there in each piece and feel of your love and support, you all just amaze me at how much you continue to give and give and give to me.  I couldn't thank my father in heaven enough for each of you, you all in one way or another have shaped me into who I am.  I am so so honored and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to know you.  I am so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you are the BEST!  You are my best and truest friend, I love spending time with you and just simply being around you.  You have taught me the greatest life lessons, you helped me realize that I can be anything I want to be if I am willing to work hard enough for it.  Well mom this is it, I have never worked harder for anything in my entire life, except maybe my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Axel&lt;/span&gt; in ice skating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, I know I can be Miss Utah but it is out of my hands now.  Mom thank you for he countless number of hours you have spent sewing and altering each piece of my wardrobe, not only did it save us a fortune, it has allowed me to have a piece of you with me constantly during every phase of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;.  You will be with me constantly.  Mom you are the best example to me of how to live life the way you are supposed to.  You are just the right amount of crazy, fun, calm, proud, humble, goofy, up tight, silly, serious, clean, spontaneous, organized, and amazing that I want to be.  You have never held back when it came to supporting me and my dreams, you stood by me 100% of the time even if it was as stupid as my cake decorating classes.  Thank you for putting up with me and all my many many many interests.  You and dad really have allowed me to try just about everything.  I also want to thank you for being a terrific example of wife and mother, I am so blessed to have such a strong and positive example of marriage in my life.  I have learned how to compromise and put others first.  You taught me the value of selfless service.  Mom you have served me everyday of my life!  I cannot wait to serve my children and family that way that you have served me and our family.  Mom I love you, can we go win this pageant already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-549191756355978127?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/549191756355978127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=549191756355978127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/549191756355978127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/549191756355978127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-preview.html' title='The Perfect Preview'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-3306577087108541389</id><published>2008-07-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:34:10.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU TEWA WRIDE</title><content type='html'>I am off in a few minutes to go and meet with the most incredible person that has truly shaped and helped me become the woman I am today.  I wish every girl had their very own Tewa in their life.  She is so gracious and generous to drop everything that she is doing to meet with me.  She is "MISS EVERYTHING," I am serious she has done it all.  Which is why I feel so incredibly fortunate to call her coach, mentor, example, and friend.  She has been there for me through so many moments of weakness and success, my prep would be no fun without her.  I dread the day when I don't have "Tewa Sessions" anymore.  I not only look forward to hearing her expertise on wardrobe choices, talent decisions, platform ideas, interview critiques, I JUST LOVE TO BE AROUND HER.  She exudes a light that is unique and special to just her, she has a way of making you feel invincible and powerful beyond measure.  She immediately focuses on the positive and your potential, I am who I am today as a competitor and a person because of Tewa's investment in helping me achieve greatness.  She is a wonderful woman and I cannot wait for my turn to be a "TEWA" in another young woman's life.  She has shown me the way to grab life by the reigns and take control, live in the moment, and commit to every opportunity.  Tewa I just love you, I am so grateful for the many days and hours we have been able to spend together.  I look forward to the continued Miss America prep we still have!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  GO VEGAS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-3306577087108541389?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3306577087108541389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=3306577087108541389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3306577087108541389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/3306577087108541389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-tewa-wride.html' title='THANK YOU TEWA WRIDE'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7843081453232573801</id><published>2008-06-30T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:13:08.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is gonna be a great week</title><content type='html'>I feel great!  Everything is in place, I am feeling very calm and collected as I approach my final days of prep.  The reading on the scale this morning was positive and I am getting excited for the competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of Miss Utah is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  I am so blessed to have my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competitor&lt;/span&gt; and good friends(EVEN OUTSIDE OF PAGEANTRY)  Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pettit&lt;/span&gt; as my roommate.   She is an inspiration, she is the most dedicated person I have ever met.  I think we are going to have a blast together, it will also be nice to have the support during stressful week.  She is a great gal and I am honored to call her friend, GOOD LUCK GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many lessons and appointments this week, each one helps me feel a little more secure and ready to assume the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; of Miss Utah.  I JUST CANT WAIT!  There are so many things for me to look forward to in the next few days, the Stadium of Fire- Hannah Montana/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cirus&lt;/span&gt; extravaganza, a fashion photo shoot, my preview, MY SISTER-IN-LAW should finally have her baby girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HALLE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!  And the best of all for me in a sweet way is CAM COMES HOME!!!  Ladies and Gentleman- Cameron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mero&lt;/span&gt; is the best person I know.  I haven't seen him for ten weeks, and before that he hadn't been home all school year!!!  This BOY ROCKS!!!!  Cam, thank you for being the greatest support and constant cheerleader I have needed.  You have been a great example to me of someone who puts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; aside to help others achieve there dreams.  I couldn't have done any of this with out your love and encouragement.  You along with many others make up the "DREAM TEAM!"  I wanted to publicly thank you for all that you have done for me- phone calls, texts, and moving away so we don't go out to eat everyday (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;) You are the best boyfriend a girl could hope for!  See ya soon! (OH, and sell lots this week so I don't feel guilty about you taking a week off from your job to sit throught Miss Utah, it will be worth the time PROMISE!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7843081453232573801?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7843081453232573801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7843081453232573801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7843081453232573801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7843081453232573801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-gonna-be-great-week.html' title='It is gonna be a great week'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1460640232284526584</id><published>2008-06-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:41:49.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOOPS!!!</title><content type='html'>To busy yesterday to sit  down for even a moment at write.  I woke up early so I could get ready for an appearance and fundraising event I set up through a local grocery store.  It was so fun, they had a table all ready for me and were pumped to raise money for the Children's Miracle Network.  Though Miss Washington County will most likely win the fundraising award for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CMN&lt;/span&gt;, I wanted to hold my own event and go the extra mile to serve those sweet children who are suffering.  I know what it is like to hold a dying child in my arms, there were many children in Africa that will not be there if I go back within the next year.  I cannot sit still and do nothing, it was important for me to go the extra mile and set up something that other people could participate it.  I hope it was a success, I couldn't stay until the store closed to gather all of the money we were able to raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CMN&lt;/span&gt; event I ran home changed clothes and hit the gym, I didn't think I would be able to make it to the gym but I found a hour and committed myself.  I ran three miles and practiced my talent a few times.  Then it was off to my house to eat and shower for a second appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to be the emcee for a fashion show at South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Town&lt;/span&gt; Mall!!  My mom actually wrote a book recently about a New York designer that was able to design high fashion clothes that were still c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;onservative&lt;/span&gt; and classy.  She asked me out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt; to fill in at the last minute.  IT WAS A BLAST, I actually really like being an emcee, I hope I wasn't to big of a dork:)  I realized that the life of Miss Utah it a lot like the day I had (I have had many many many many many days like this, some even filled with appearances as Miss Utah for Jill!) I am looking forward and completely psyched for all my days to be like this.  Miss Utah is my dream job, I cannot think of a more positive or fulfilling way to spend my days or a year of my life than serving others and making a difference one appearance or person at a  time.  Hopefully in 2 weeks I will be able to say, THAT JOB IS MINE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1460640232284526584?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1460640232284526584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1460640232284526584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1460640232284526584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1460640232284526584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/whooops.html' title='WHOOOPS!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-2227433049960099104</id><published>2008-06-27T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:40:38.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 DAYS UNTIL MISS UTAH WEEK</title><content type='html'>I wont be able to write much in these next ten days but I thought it would be fun to do a little count down until Miss Utah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was and will be filled with various appointments, meetings, and personal to do items.  All of which I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoy.  For some reason the longer my list grows the more excited I get.  I LOVE TO ORGANIZE AND MAKE LISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Right now I have about ten free minutes and am beginning my Packing list.  Although I have already packed the majority of my wardrobe, aside from shoes I am still practicing walking in, I have a large head start on packing and don't want to forget anything. I will admit I tend to over pack, I like to brainstorm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concoct&lt;/span&gt; any and every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; that will present itself during the week.  I get sick, I pee my pants, someone draws on my evening gown with bright red lipstick, etc.  It is calming for me to know that I am totally and completely prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to my personal preparation, I am feeling so relaxed, calm, and totally ready.  I have done every single thing I have wanted to do before Miss Utah, except go SKY DIVING, my dad said he would take me after!  All that is left is polishing, I don't believe in the word perfect, I don't believe you can ever achieve perfection, and I don't ever want to be perfect!  I am so so so so over people saying that you need to be perfect to win!  Guess what I am not today, never have been, and never will be and I AM SO OKAY WITH THAT!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write again tomorrow,  now I only have five minutes to start my long, detailed, color coordinated packing list that is the truest example of my greatest weakness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-2227433049960099104?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2227433049960099104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=2227433049960099104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2227433049960099104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2227433049960099104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-days-until-miss-utah-week.html' title='10 DAYS UNTIL MISS UTAH WEEK'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5042047742872549433</id><published>2008-06-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:03:27.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a BEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>Its crunch time and I love it!!!  With less than two weeks until I check in to Miss Utah I couldn't be feeling more ready.  I have paced myself, worked hard, logged the hours, and paid the price, I am ready to be Miss Utah 2008.  The more I prepare and invest time in my platform and raising funds for the Children's Miracle Network I have realized how the job of Miss Utah is something that I have prepared for my entire life.  My parents always emphasized the importance of earning my college degree, constantly improving my talents, and truly losing myself in service to others.  Along the journey I have hit and stumbled upon many many road blocks, most of the time it resulted with me falling flat on my face.  Right now I couldn't be more grateful for those moments, those mistakes, and more specifically the challenges. &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be who I am today had it not been for those opportunities of painful self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt; and growth.  I have learned that it is the journey that makes the champion and not the finish line.  It is not the actual challenge that polishes you into a better person but it is how you choose to face the challenge.  I am not perfect, nor do I want to be, all I want it to focus on self improvement and using my talents and abilities to impact the lives of others for the better.  It is my goal in life to leave every person I interact with a better person than when I first met them.  I have seen the miracles of serving others in my life, I like who I am when I am focusing on other people instead of my own silly issues. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize the direction this entry would go but I must say it feels nice to share my feelings with anyone who will read this.  It feels nice to be honest with myself too!  It is sometimes my tendency to underestimate my abilities or short sheet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; out of believing that I am beautiful, wonderful, and talented.  It is much easier to focus and dwell on the issues you have with yourself and not the amazing things you have to offer the world.  Well look out world I am realizing my potential and I am proud of myself.  Who am I not to be. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to share my newly established perspective with everyone I know, I am tired of being negative and not fessing up to the fact that I know I am capable of greatness.  I know what I am made of, I have worked hard to get here and nobody handed it to me.  I have been blessed with the constant support of my family and friends and would not be here with out them.  I am eternally indebted to them for what they have sacrificed for me. But, I am really grateful I have made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; decisions to get me to where I am in life right now.  I know I can be Miss Utah and I cannot wait for the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5042047742872549433?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5042047742872549433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5042047742872549433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5042047742872549433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5042047742872549433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-as-beeeee.html' title='Busy as a BEEEEE!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7631703734739196369</id><published>2008-06-15T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:17:29.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss America will return to LAS VEGAS!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear State Executive Directors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are delighted to announce that PLANET HOLLYWOOD RESORT &amp;amp; CASINO will host the 2009 MISS AMERICA LIVE! on TLC, Saturday, January 24, 2009 at 8:00 p.m. EST.The 2009 Miss America Live! event returns to Planet Hollywood Resort &amp;amp; Casino in Las Vegas for a week of exciting preliminary competitions, culminating in a totally new live telecast on TLC, Saturday evening. I am thrilled to be returning to Planet Hollywood again for this year’s telecast. We are continuing to build on new traditions in Las Vegas and we are so pleased that Planet Hollywood Resort &amp;amp; Casino has chosen to be a part of Miss America’s continuing tradition in the entertainment capital of the world.Our 52 Miss America contestants will arrive in town in mid-January to begin preliminary competitions in lifestyle &amp;amp; fitness in swimsuit, talent and evening wear. The three nights of preliminaries will take place on January 20, 21, and 22 at Planet Hollywood’s Theatre for the Performing Arts. We are also pleased to announce we have blocked the 2009 state delegations room block with no price increase from the prior year. For your Planet Hollywood Hotel Registration, please see the attached form to begin to book your hotel reservations!Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art McMaster&lt;br /&gt;President/CEO&lt;br /&gt;The Miss America Organization&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7631703734739196369?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7631703734739196369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7631703734739196369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7631703734739196369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7631703734739196369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-america-will-return-to-las-vegas.html' title='Miss America will return to LAS VEGAS!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6446246173540789585</id><published>2008-05-22T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:20:19.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the COOLEST COUSIN</title><content type='html'>I emailed my cousin to ask him his opinion of the Olympics in China, something I am very supportive of.  He is a Yale student studying abroad in China and has great insight and a fresh perspective (he is also my small personal connection to Rory from the Gilmore Girls because he is at her SCHOOL! I know I am a dork, but he has walked were she has walked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his email response to me regarding his opinion of the Olympics in China I hope it is something  that we can internalize and really adopt as our individual perspective.  He really can see the positive not the negative, I hope we can really unite as a country, stop protesting, and support our athletes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That meeting was wonderful! I cannot believe how many doors my mission has opened up for me! The Lord really takes care of us. You can also tell Max (the one in your stake) that I am more than happy to answer any questions that he has or help him get in touch with the branch president and other Yale undergrads that he will meet next semester!&lt;br /&gt;That is so exciting that you are getting ready for the Miss Utah competition! One of the most striking things that I've noticed about being in China is that everything is revolving around the Olympics. There are signs on every free space including walls, buildings, buses, and everything else promoting the Olympics. They are so excited about hosting the Olympics that it has become a major, if not the most important, driving force behind the government's actions and people's thoughts. My own personal observation has led me to believe that the Olympics has temporarily filled a spiritual void in the live's of the Chinese people. Communism replaced/destroyed organized religion and gave people a reason to work together. Once the people and the government realized that communism failed and the market reforms were instituted in the early 1980's money and economic gain became the driving force behind society but left a void that has not been filled. Many young people that I have talked to have mentioned this spiritual void to me. They are kind of jaded and don't have any options to turn to. The Olympics have provided something to give people hope and to be proud of. After the Olympics are over I have no idea what they will turn to. This is one of the reasons why Chinese people all over the world are so upset about the protests that have followed the torch relay. I tend to agree with them on that issue- the time to protest the Beijing Olympics was in the selection process, but once it has been selected the time to protest is over, we should support the athletes that have worked hard and to promote what good we can get out of this international event.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that will harm relations with the west would be a boycott or continuing attacks on people carrying the torch. I think it is a great opportunity for the Chinese people to show themselves to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Because of&lt;br /&gt;the Olympics the government has lessened its control and censorship over the Internet and other forms of media, has once again began talks with the Dalai Lama (after the political fallout of the past few weeks), and to a lesser extent the Olympics have also led to better relations with Taiwan. It has been very interesting being here and living with Chinese students. We are in a unique program, really the only one like it in China, and have the opportunity to talk frankly and openly with our roommates about these issues and it has forced me to think of things from the side of the communists (something I never thought I would have to do) and to reevaluate my previous beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;They haven't changed much, I still think Tibetans, and the rest of China, should be able to have the basic freedoms that all people are entitled to, but looking at the issue from the other side has added new depths and complexities to the issue that I hadn't considered before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for that rant, I hope that is kind of what you are looking for though. If you have any other questions send them this way. I could also ask my roommate to write his feelings about what the Olympics means to China if you would like. Let me know. I hope everyone is healthy and happy and life is marvelous! Talk to you soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-6446246173540789585?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6446246173540789585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=6446246173540789585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6446246173540789585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6446246173540789585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-coolest-cousin.html' title='I have the COOLEST COUSIN'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-6839451376811408459</id><published>2008-05-21T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:05:37.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CANADA</title><content type='html'>I will be the first to admit that Toronto, Canada is one incredible city.  It wasn't easy going from Africa to Canada but I survived.  I totaled it up, I spent 50 hours flying to and from Africa, I was in 10 different airports, and the trip how was spread over 46 hours.  I was in no position to wake up the day after returning from the other side of the world only to fly out the next day to Canada.  I will admit, I have become an expert on international travel!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only experienced minor jet lag, in my opinion it exists but it is not as big of a deal as everyone claimed it would be.  I studied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; pressure points that are supposed to aid in preventing jet lag, maybe that is the miracle worker or maybe I am so used to sleeping whenever I get a chance that the giant change in time zones didn't phase me.  Or maybe I am just WONDER WOMAN!!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto, amazing food, exceptionally nice people, and crazy cool shopping.  It was such a shock to go from the dirt huts of Africa to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marriott&lt;/span&gt;.  If it wasn't for the wonderful award &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt; of the American Lung Association I would have never stayed there, not on my budget.  I must admit I had a few emotional moments adjusting back to what for me is real life.  My purpose for being in Canada in the first place was a great way to ease back into normalcy.  I wasn't there to shop at Chanel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dolce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gabana&lt;/span&gt;, or even ALDO I was there strictly for platform business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;divulge&lt;/span&gt; every aspect of my trip, but I will just take the time to thank the American Lung Association and the wonderful opportunities it has presented me in my life and the incredible doors it opened for my platform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-6839451376811408459?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6839451376811408459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=6839451376811408459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6839451376811408459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/6839451376811408459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-canada.html' title='I LOVE CANADA'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-2002891757351629883</id><published>2008-05-21T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:53:07.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am HOME!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am finally home from Africa and now Canada.  That was quite the adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I stepped of the plane I knew I had made a great decision.  I loved the smells of the African nights, I loved the new set of stars in the sky, I loved the decor of the meek and humble homes that were so graciously offered to us, I loved the vitality the people have for life, the vibrant colors of their clothes, the really bizarre food, I adored the rooster that woke me up every morning in time for a morning walk during sunrise, and I loved how my heart felt.  For the first time in my life I step outside of my somewhat sheltered and challenge free life and embraced a somewhat terrifying situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe the experience I had while serving the people of Lusaka, Zambia.  What a hopeless and desperate situation these people are facing and yet they have the capability to fill you will such joy and teach you to make the most out of life.  There ability to balance the evil and devastating HIV/AIDS epidemic and the happiness they find from the simple things in life is truly life changing. Nothing will ever have the same impact on me as holding a small infected child and be filled with a small sense of hope that God knows exactly what he is doing and in the end there will be perfect happiness for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Zambia taught me how to love, truly love.  Love people for who they are and not what they are, and more importantly love my self for the person that I am without material &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt;.  I have come to realize the importance of opposition in all things.  In order to appreciate fully the good things you have in life you must experience the bad.  I have seen the bad, I have etched in my mind the definition of AIDS now that I have seen a massive burial ground filled with lives lost to this disastrous disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Zambia we spent a lot of our time doing medical screening and teaching children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; words and simple songs.  I still can feel my toes curling up thinking about the horrific illness and open flesh wounds we treated during these clinics.  It broke my heart to see a Mother and her children, all victims of AIDS, standing at the door of our dirt hut waiting for there little bags of ten Advil and eight tums.  There was nothing more that could be done to but hug them and pray that they would have comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in one village the children had prepared a drama and a presentation of songs.  I will always remember these children as the children who sing of death and AIDS.  Every single song and every single drama all referenced in one way or another, death, AIDS, prostitution, their parents dying of AIDS, and AIDS taking over Africa.  The story line in one play was about a father who couldn't afford beer unless he forced his three daughters into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prostitution&lt;/span&gt;.  I couldn't help but avoid and express the emotions of disgust that totally consumed me.  This is their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;, this is what they know, and this is how their lives will end up if we sit back and don't intervene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of many who made the conscience and physical effort to effect positive change in Africa.  I will not watch these children live their lives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; hopeless. If I only accomplished one thing while I was their or changed the life of one child in a virtually insignificant way it was without question worth it.  If I was able to do was smile, love, and hold a child who needed to know that someone cared, then my mission is complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-2002891757351629883?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2002891757351629883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=2002891757351629883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2002891757351629883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2002891757351629883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-home.html' title='I am HOME!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7527962326095164651</id><published>2008-04-28T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:13:23.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM FINALLY IN AFRICA</title><content type='html'>YAHOO I AM HERE, greetings from Johannesburg!  I am just waiting for my flight to Lusaka and I am ready to jump in, make a difference, and serve.  The flight was long but overall was just fine, I am a better traveler than I thought.  I will keep you posted as more things happen.  I am safe and happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7527962326095164651?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7527962326095164651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7527962326095164651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7527962326095164651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7527962326095164651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-finally-in-africa.html' title='I AM FINALLY IN AFRICA'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-1264306306806760179</id><published>2008-04-24T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:59:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!!!</title><content type='html'>Africa is right around the corner!! I cannot even believe it that by Sunday morning I will be arriving in Lusaka, Zambia.  No words can truly express how I am feeling at the moment.  I am excited, anxious, slightly worried, completely ready, happy....  I am not really sure.  All I know is that I am trying to approach this chapter of my life with fearlessness. What is the point of being afraid?  I am ready, I was born ready, ready to attack each and every challenge, ready to be inspired, ready to serve and be me!!  Bring it one world, bring it on Africa, Miss Utah, and everything.  I have never felt more self assurance or content in all my life.  I am me and I am totally okay with that.  I still have not finished packing, but I am close!  I actually need to go do that, see ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-1264306306806760179?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1264306306806760179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=1264306306806760179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1264306306806760179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/1264306306806760179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-2364631248191218634</id><published>2008-04-20T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:44:30.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Africa is finally beginning to sink in!!!!!</title><content type='html'>In my opinion no trip, move, or expedition seems real until you begin to pack.  Well tonight I started the daunting task of packing for Africa.  I have a great system going so I have everything perfectly situated according to need, frequency of use, and size.  That really last sentence really reminds me of an episode of Gilmore Girls (the all time best show ever!!!) In this episode Luke and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loreli&lt;/span&gt; had just broken up; (he broke up with her) Rory came home from Yale to save the day and organized the essential break up necessities around her mother's bed quite similarly to my system for packing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my two 50 pound bag I have medical supplies, including Asthma medications, as well as, bedding, shoes, tools, sewing kit, kids camp items, medial clinic necessities, etc.  I also have a few things that I cant take on the airplane such as my bigger liquids and my huge jar of peanut butter!! ( It is a requirement for us to bring peanut butter because we will be eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch every day, don't worry I am bringing dozens of protein bars! I do love PB &amp;amp; J's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my larger carry on items I have all of my clothing, towels, batteries, shoes, medication(thanks mom:/) and a few random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my smaller carry on I have food items, reading materials, pageant materials, medications for sleep and Malaria, eye mask, ear plugs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;, converter, journal, scriptures, and of course pictures of my family and Cameron!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will keep you posted on my completion of what I feel will be a few day process.  Wish me Luck and pray that I don't forget something critical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-2364631248191218634?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2364631248191218634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=2364631248191218634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2364631248191218634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/2364631248191218634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-to-africa-is-finally-beginning-to.html' title='Going to Africa is finally beginning to sink in!!!!!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-7390885143753548209</id><published>2008-04-16T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:03:18.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship Complete- 100 more things still to finish!</title><content type='html'>What a relief, I have completed my Utah State Legislative Internship!!!!  I submitted my last paper yesterday at 2:00 pm and I am now home free!!!!  Can you say perfect timing?  I leave for Africa in a week and a half and I have a lot of things to do to get ready, not to mention staying on top of my current events, workouts, etc. for Miss Utah.  I am grateful to have one large thing marked off on my checklist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone want to talk about American Idol last night?  I couldn't love David Archuleta any more!!!!  What a humble little sweetheart!  I was greatly impressed by Siesha as well as David Cook's ingenuity in reinventing, Always be my Baby, an all time favorite of mine.  It wasn't my favorite performance but  you have to give him props on his interpretation of a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a busy day- consisting of multiple meetings, work, this, that, and the other. I truly love being busy!!!  I am very much looking forward to spending almost an entire month losing myself in the service of others.  I cant think of a better way to spend my time.  The moment I got a hold of a picture of the children of Zambia I felt compelled to do something.  Almost like it was a promise I had made to God before I came to earth.  It is wonderful to know that I can be apart of an effort that will bring hope to many children who have absolutely nothing.  I also look forward to sharing that experience with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-7390885143753548209?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7390885143753548209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=7390885143753548209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7390885143753548209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/7390885143753548209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/internship-complete-100-more-things.html' title='Internship Complete- 100 more things still to finish!'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-4923612783398135840</id><published>2008-04-14T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:41:56.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE SALT</title><content type='html'>Today I made it a goal of mine to not eat salt!  What was I thinking?  Salt is one of my all time favorite foods, I truly could probably eat it just by itself.  Although eating a low sodium diet has many health benefits, it is much to hard for me refrain from sprinkling a nice even layer all over my food.  I promise to keep trying but I cannot promise anything.  Look out Mrs. Dash---I will try all flavors until I find one better than salt.  By the way, the Lemon Pepper Mrs. Dash is actually pretty good, just a thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-4923612783398135840?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4923612783398135840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=4923612783398135840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4923612783398135840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/4923612783398135840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-salt.html' title='I LOVE SALT'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5543168722062275386</id><published>2008-04-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:42:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love Primary</title><content type='html'>The joys of a grown up calling in the church.  Oh how I love my primary kids!!!!  Although they may be slightly naughty at times, THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!  Lucy, you could not be more sweet, she is five and knows all of the words to, "If the Savior Stood Beside Me,"  she is also not afraid to sing with gusto!!!!  It is a constant challenge to come up with something to keep them busy for a half hour every Sunday but it is completely worth it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was anyone completely bored with the new Office on Thursday, kind of a let down for me I would say.  I missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dwight's&lt;/span&gt; quizzes, Which bear is best?  False, black bear.....  Really I was ready to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; pee my pants from laughing so hard and all I remember thinking was I can never use the word babe again.  I am assuming it was a set up for incredible shows to come, lets be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the opportunity to present medals and awards at the first annual Utah Valley Marathon (great turn out by the way.) It was inspiring to see these completely dedicated runners pass the finish line.  I was impressed and amazed by a 76 year old man who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; the race in just over five hours.  I presented him with his medal, he gave me a big huge, and said only crazy people do things like this at my age.  Well guess what, I want to be that crazy person now and at that age!!!!  Guess what, I want to run a marathon.  Not sure which one,  I will need to consult with my Asthma specialist to make sure this wont kill me, I am pretty sure it should be okay if a take the proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precautions&lt;/span&gt;.  I am not sure which race I will be ready in time for, but the St. George Marathon sounds great!!! We will see;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided it would be wise to go see "Prom Night" with Cam, my friend Sara (who is leaving April 23 to serve an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; mission in Washington D.C--- YOUR AMAZING!!!) and her boyfriend  Mason.  That was not the best decision I have ever made! It was horrifying, oh my gosh I find myself constantly looking over my shoulder and feeling totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;distraught&lt;/span&gt; for the poor girl.  I am so weird, I knew I would practically need to sleep with my parents after watching such a realistic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the word of Porky Pig, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all folks!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5543168722062275386?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5543168722062275386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5543168722062275386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5543168722062275386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5543168722062275386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-how-i-love-primary.html' title='Oh how I love Primary'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904346719220617919.post-5700792492110934079</id><published>2008-04-11T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:11:20.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a first for everything</title><content type='html'>Hello there!!! I am Kendyl Bell and this is my blog, HAPPY READING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a first timer to blogging but am very much looking forward to the liberating and creative experience of sharing my life story day by day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a little bit about me. I am the current Miss Utah Valley and am competiting in the Miss Utah pageant July 8-12th, You better by tickets to else:) This year I will be doing a _______ ______ _______ jazz dance to _______ ________!!! IT WILL BE INCERDIBLE- Oh, by the way I love secrets so if you want to see what I am dancing to you better come and watch!! I cannot wait to perform my talent this year, it is quite a vision!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from pageants... I am looking forward to moving to Africa for a month!!!! What a life changing experience that will be, I am sure I will never be the same after exposing myself to their beautiful and captivating culture, along with the poverty and devastating situation they face with the aids pandemic. I will do my best to to my part to help inspire hope in this generation of children who have nothing, no parents, food, clothes, or shelter. I will absolutely post pictures of these beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go write a Political Science paper now, YUCK!!! hahahaha, I am nearing the end of my internship and this paper is the last thing to turn in before I am free!!! That was a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904346719220617919-5700792492110934079?l=kendylbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5700792492110934079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904346719220617919&amp;postID=5700792492110934079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5700792492110934079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904346719220617919/posts/default/5700792492110934079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendylbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-first-for-everything.html' title='There is a first for everything'/><author><name>Kendyl Carol Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869365855222551832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
