<?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-7504512071793377102</id><updated>2011-10-03T13:00:55.407-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Self Realization'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Elle-Bell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-7036139576998594056</id><published>2010-04-13T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:53:22.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and it's lessons...</title><content type='html'>I have learned recently that life is what we make of it. As hard as it may be it is always better to turn the other cheek and let things roll off your shoulders. It seems that no matter how hard I try to be the Christian that I aspire to be everyday brings a new challenge....and with that challenge comes the question of "Am I Christian enough to let it go and forgive?" My insight on this subject has basically evolved into: Let God handle it, even the worst of people and situations are best handled by Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-7036139576998594056?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7036139576998594056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-and-its-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/7036139576998594056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/7036139576998594056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-and-its-lessons.html' title='Life and it&apos;s lessons...'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-1221538104201059058</id><published>2010-03-09T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:30:39.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, No write</title><content type='html'>So apparently I suck at keeping this up to date...sorry family. Life is hectic as usual. I just took on a new position at work and it eats up a fair amount of my time. I am now the Terminal Agency Coordinator for our OLETS terminal, which in short means I am now personally in charge of making sure that our comm center is in compliance with all state and federal mandates. Awesome right? LOL Extra work and no extra pay but good for my resume :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As busy as I already am, I am looking at going back to managing the bar every other Saturday night for a little extra money. Unfortunately being a dispatcher and doing hair just doesn't equal lots of money in my pocket. Hopefully I will still be able to have some sort of social life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell everyone I miss you very much and love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-1221538104201059058?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1221538104201059058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/1221538104201059058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/1221538104201059058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long time, No write'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-423175005252892351</id><published>2010-01-24T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:00:25.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Coming Home Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/S1y0dzDQf7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ycwAbfTRN3g/s1600-h/B775HomewHouseOpt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/S1y0dzDQf7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ycwAbfTRN3g/s200/B775HomewHouseOpt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430413674715054002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my recent trip home I realized how much I miss the memories that were built in Pocatello. Driving around I realized how much the town has changed but the people and the warm gut feeling I have while I am there hasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to church with my family on Sunday it was weird to see familiar faces. Some of them I haven't seen in a little over 3 years, yet the difference in their appearance seemed to be that of 10 years. Vern Jacobsen didn't even have to take a second look before he declared, "My Ellie, I have missed you so much." It is heartbreaking to me to think that I have pushed these people from my thoughts for so long. My dad is now part of what my mom calls "The Liars Club" (a group of old fishermen who lie about the size of the fish they catch). He meets with them every Sunday before church to fill each other in on the gossip of the week, what a funny group to sit and listen to. I now remember why I had such a hard time paying attention to the sermon most Sundays, between dad and his ADD and mom scratching my back it's a miracle that I remember any of them at all. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little nephews are growing at an alarming rate. They are all so big now that some of them didn't even remember me. As hard as it was to have to keep telling them that I was Aunt Elisa it was good to see them finally put the pieces together and remember who I was. I miss my family so much and this trip was very good for me, it showed me that my memories there are not just with and about Chad but with my family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-423175005252892351?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/423175005252892351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-home-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/423175005252892351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/423175005252892351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-home-feeling.html' title='The Coming Home Feeling'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/S1y0dzDQf7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ycwAbfTRN3g/s72-c/B775HomewHouseOpt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-5247681041424501089</id><published>2010-01-09T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:58:44.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>the closing of a chapter</title><content type='html'>I came to you the hour I was in pain&lt;br /&gt;Looking for answers, I cried to you in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared the many skeletons hiding in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I knew then you'd be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles ran like rivers, flowing through my life,&lt;br /&gt;You picked the pieces up and helped me through my strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When home was home to me no more,&lt;br /&gt;You opened up your heart, and opened up the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cried into night until the early morn.&lt;br /&gt;We solaced each other's pain and shared our many thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time flew, the air grew thick,&lt;br /&gt;I saw our friendship fading, and my heart grew sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had arrived,&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit alone,&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing on a friendship we have both outgrown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-5247681041424501089?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5247681041424501089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-of-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/5247681041424501089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/5247681041424501089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-of-chapter.html' title='the closing of a chapter'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-227489229999405038</id><published>2010-01-01T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:35:43.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>A Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/Sz3Ohe4sF3I/AAAAAAAAABs/jGxKMnoLyRM/s1600-h/the-cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/Sz3Ohe4sF3I/AAAAAAAAABs/jGxKMnoLyRM/s320/the-cross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421716601045784434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially 3 hours into the new year and I am already making plans for big change. I plan to make this the year that I find myself, who I am, what I stand for, where I want to go/be ten years from now, and most importantly rebuild my relationship with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days of Church and Church Camp. The impact that not having those things in my life anymore is really starting to get to me. I made some of my best friends at church functions and it's amazing that my relationship with Chad managed to pull me away from almost all of them. I have some pretty amazing friends who are actually more like family but I miss the connection that comes from a shared belief in God and his amazing grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like a 35 year old stuck in a 23 year old body and other days I feel like I am a child relearning how to live life. I have come to the realization that I have to be happy with myself and where I am and that making that happen absolutely has to be my number one priority. So for the new year that is my resolution: Find happiness in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-227489229999405038?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/227489229999405038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/227489229999405038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/227489229999405038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution.html' title='A Resolution'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/Sz3Ohe4sF3I/AAAAAAAAABs/jGxKMnoLyRM/s72-c/the-cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-2140414121543668276</id><published>2009-12-29T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:57:09.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Little House</title><content type='html'>So...I finally took a few pictures of the house today. Just a few tour type pics so you guys can see where I live now. :) Hope you enjoy them. &lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="312" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=2433358&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=2433358&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" width="420" height="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-2140414121543668276?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2140414121543668276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sweet-little-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/2140414121543668276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/2140414121543668276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sweet-little-house.html' title='My Sweet Little House'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-191612617816992374</id><published>2009-12-25T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:38:37.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzVaybeEMRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TyTQf7Fd25o/s1600-h/S4021751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzVaybeEMRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TyTQf7Fd25o/s320/S4021751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419337549024080146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzVavGrslbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ecb_FQ8nsiw/s1600-h/S4021749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzVavGrslbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ecb_FQ8nsiw/s320/S4021749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419337491904501170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzVaq5_bwBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4NCO0rZR3YM/s1600-h/S4021750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzVaq5_bwBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4NCO0rZR3YM/s320/S4021750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419337419778146322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas day and so far it has been really good! I spent a few hours with friends and now I am back at work. I got an amazing new coat that I have wanted FOREVER and my wonderful mom got me a plane ticket home!! I can barely wait! I will be haunting the streets of Pocatello in just a few short weeks! How exciting is that?!? &lt;br /&gt;Work hasn't been anywhere near as crazy as last night yet (knock on wood) but who knows what will happen now that the melted snow is freezing again. I took a few pics last night of the snow and the front of the dept...hope you enjoy and had a great holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-191612617816992374?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/191612617816992374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/191612617816992374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/191612617816992374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-merry-christmas.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzVaybeEMRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TyTQf7Fd25o/s72-c/S4021751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-4758991264416306106</id><published>2009-12-25T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:41:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A White Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzSBwGpMVLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CPvPwiu8Np8/s1600-h/snow+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzSBwGpMVLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CPvPwiu8Np8/s320/snow+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419098915050640562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to a light dusting of snow and some seriously crazy wind, after meeting up with Christopher to deliver his and Brittany's Christmas presents I went back to bed. Upon waking up for the second time there was over a FOOT of snow on the ground!!! How crazy is that?!? Oklahoma hasn't had a snow like this in years. Needless to say work has been a fiasco tonight and the fifty semi trucks backed up on Highway 66  make me a little nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God knows I am homesick and decided to bring a piece of home to me. A good ol' Idaho type blizzard! I love it and can barely wait to make snowmen and angels, however a lot of the people work with are cussing my enthusiasm. I hope that everyone has an amazing Christmas and want my family to know how much I miss them and wish I was there for Christmas memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-4758991264416306106?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4758991264416306106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/4758991264416306106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/4758991264416306106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html' title='A White Christmas...'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzSBwGpMVLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CPvPwiu8Np8/s72-c/snow+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504512071793377102.post-4345119198218916349</id><published>2009-12-19T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:07:34.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it begin...</title><content type='html'>So...I figure it's about time that I jump on the blog bandwagon so that my friends and family can keep up with my hectic life. My life is pretty simple but at least now all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; will know where I am and what I am up to, so here goes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a series of unfortunate events I landed in Oklahoma the beginning of April 2007. After facing some of the darkest hardest days of my life I started rebuilding from the ground up. My friends and family never cease to amaze me in their patience with me and my healing issues. You would think that my mother would tire of answering the phone at odd hours and having to talk me through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; tribulations, but as my best friend and confidante she is required to listen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is my vice and I have slowly become a workaholic. I am a full time 911/Police and Fire Dispatcher for the Yukon area and a part time cosmetologist. Being a dispatcher is probably one of the most fulfilling things I have ever done. Walking away from work some mornings knowing that I helped someone is an incredible feeling. Doing hair is my decompression job, while dispatching is awesome it can be very stressful at times. The salon I work at is a cute little place here in Yukon and the girls I work with are awesome. I love being able to spend a couple days a week just hanging out and chatting with clients and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two little pups are the center of my world. Joey my mini-Schnauzer and Styles my rambunctious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yorkie&lt;/span&gt; are the two most loving and understanding beings I know. They are always excited to see me, they love to snuggle at night and they forgive me when I leave them for long hours to go to work. I recently had to shave Mr. Joey down to the skin to get rid of his stench and tangles....I don't think he is a fan of being naked during the winter but baths weren't working anymore. Styles is rocking around in his new Christmas sweater that has a built in scarf. (Hopefully I will have pics up by Sunday for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; to see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently moved back to Yukon from the city and am currently renting a cute little house in a quiet neighborhood. My roommate Ray &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; awesome, we both work hoots (aka overnight shift) so we keep the same hours which is always a bonus. The boys love their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WayWay&lt;/span&gt; and when I am not home to love on them Ray takes good care of them. On more than one occasion I have come home to find them all snuggled up in Ray's bed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. For being a boy Ray is really pretty clean and I enjoy his company when we have roommate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that this is the officially the longest blog I have ever written I will end it with saying thank you to all the amazing people in my life. I would be lost without you. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3 E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504512071793377102-4345119198218916349?l=ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4345119198218916349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/4345119198218916349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7504512071793377102/posts/default/4345119198218916349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebellmccoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-begin.html' title='Let it begin...'/><author><name>Elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085037932869283370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1pghCx98B0/SzfsfzFGKrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0YCmaM9a0GM/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
