<?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-7235848487562593291</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:58:34.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUISE ROECK-HANSEN</title><subtitle type='html'>I AM BACK!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3025222700813614455</id><published>2010-06-27T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:13:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3BYy2TEPRQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3BYy2TEPRQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="385"&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/7235848487562593291-3025222700813614455?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3025222700813614455/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3025222700813614455' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3025222700813614455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3025222700813614455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7428878321561621514</id><published>2010-05-22T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:49:23.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/S_hfbTuSkGI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_vKeFFP7FME/s1600/tumblr_kvo5b39f9B1qzyrwvo1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Jag vill inte aka hem. Jag vill inte aka hem. Eller det beror pa vilket hem man menar jag har tva nu. Aberdeen och Nasbypark. Jag foredrar Aberdeen iallafall just nu. Vilket sjudundrandes bra ar. Sitter har kan inte sova. Kadda pratar med mig pa andra sidan. Oh well.. Aberdeen finns alltid kvar om inte sa i alla fall pa foten min. Om ni inte har forstatt det annu JAG VILL INTE AKA HEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6294174559575808029?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6294174559575808029/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6294174559575808029' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6294174559575808029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6294174559575808029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/en-lantlig-tjej-pa-arton-varar.html' title='En lantlig tjej pa arton varar.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-1747113300908938559</id><published>2009-06-22T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:14:40.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boots are not made for walking..</title><content type='html'>Jag har antligen kopt mig ett par riktiga cowboyboots. De luktar sa dar gott som bara lader kan gora. Det basta ar att de ar bara mina inga fula din sko boots. De ar kopta i Vilda Vastern Land. Tyvarr sa ar de ju da inte riktigt lika bra att promenera i, men om man ska vara fin far man lida pin. Nu ar det bara hatten som saknas, sen ar jag all in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350081119137577266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj9ObpG4OTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nUFPVvCsT54/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cowgirls &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350404089182203266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SkB0K-SArYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cV9f_AUlzwM/s400/IMG_1417.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dagens outfit: Illgrona byxor rod svettroja och bootsen pa det. Pa Aspen har vi da en orange svettroja jeans ock sa bootsen( fran John Deere saklart). Pa Sam har vi en mycket tjock pals fran vinterns kalla dagar. THATS HOW WE WORK IT IN IDAHO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAG VILL INTE AKA HEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-1747113300908938559?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1747113300908938559/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=1747113300908938559' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1747113300908938559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1747113300908938559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-boots-are-not-made-for-walking.html' title='My boots are not made for walking..'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj9ObpG4OTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nUFPVvCsT54/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-915813845165991787</id><published>2009-06-22T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:35:02.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Lanta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj87pjB9dwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CsazQWWxAGI/s1600-h/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350060467303577346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj87pjB9dwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CsazQWWxAGI/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj87pTkbqdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Jxh5mYVjAog/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350060463153195474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj87pTkbqdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Jxh5mYVjAog/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj87pKByv0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/4Mc-JKZ3Bs4/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350060460591988546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj87pKByv0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/4Mc-JKZ3Bs4/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Idag var Kadda, Lilly och allas varan Debbie och malade om hennes kontor i skolan. Det var mycket underhallande. Det hela slutatde med malarfight. Jag drog med med mig mina hogtalare sa vi dansade och sjong som bara den. &lt;div&gt;Jag mottes av en smarre chock nar vi korde hem Lily. Jag har aldrig fattat hur lyckligt lottad man ar forran jag sag detta. Misar ar bara fornamnet. Hela huset var en dump. Barnen stod i skamvraar och blev slagna. Jag kommer aldrig glomma den lilla flickans blick. Vettskramd over en morsa som skriker "Im going to kill ya!!". Den flickans blick rodsprangda ogon. En blick som sager ta mig harifrin. Vad ska man gora?! Jag ville bara ta dem med mig och springa ifran. Jag fick senare reda pa att mamman puttat ner en dotter for trappan sa hon dog for nagra ar sedan, med det finns inga bevis. En av dottrarna pa 4 ar star och haller i mammans ackliga vibrator. YUCK! Det ar ett bevis pa ett samhalle som inte fungerar. Polisen gor inget en dottern har blivit mordad, ingen mat, ingen sang. Bara ett tomt golv, eller inte tomt det kryllar med ackliga insekter fran gammal ruttnad mat som 5 barn maste sova pa. Har gar folk och oroar sig over om en finne pa hakan. HALLA?! Folk reagerar men inget fungerar. Man har det faktiskt ganska bra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-915813845165991787?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/915813845165991787/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=915813845165991787' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/915813845165991787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/915813845165991787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-lanta.html' title='Oh my Lanta...'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj87pjB9dwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CsazQWWxAGI/s72-c/IMG_1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-54259168774420920</id><published>2009-06-17T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:53:26.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fran hoga klackar till cowboyboots..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84MYKtB5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/-szXhvThlWo/s1600-h/4622_88895009580_544999580_1808778_8381818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056667636369298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84MYKtB5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/-szXhvThlWo/s320/4622_88895009580_544999580_1808778_8381818_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84MMuKSnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7eQo3FYHJao/s1600-h/IMG_1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056664563862130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84MMuKSnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7eQo3FYHJao/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84LxBMpgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/e8Phbyi2YyU/s1600-h/4622_88895014580_544999580_1808779_4511031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056657127515650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84LxBMpgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/e8Phbyi2YyU/s320/4622_88895014580_544999580_1808779_4511031_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84LpS1ydI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CvLBU26RV30/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056655054031314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84LpS1ydI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CvLBU26RV30/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu sitter jag har i Idaho och skriver som pa de gamla goda tiderna. Inte mycket har forandrats( Det ar ju Idaho) Jag ska inte sticka under stolen med att jag tycker om livet pa landet. Jag tycker om hastar. Jag tycker om att man kan se sa langt ogat kan na. Jag tycker om att man kan bara ga och driva. Det ar mycket jag tycker om. Vilka kontraster fran att ha vandrat pa Rodeo Drive till att kora med pickupen pa Aberdeen mainstreet ( Som inte ens har ett roljus). Det finns mycket som kan namnas som att sitta pa balkongen och se ut over Venice Beach med en Corona i handen med musik i bakgrunden till att bada i koskit och kora runt med en traktor. las John Deere. Jag foredrar inget framfor det andra. Jag tycker om bada alternativen lika mycket. &lt;strong&gt;Vilket ar!&lt;/strong&gt; Jag har fatt uppleva sa valdans mycket som en 18-aring normalt inte ans kan forsta. Jag har fatt se sa mycket sa manga olika kontraster vilket har fatt mig att inse vad tacksam jag ar for allt. Livet, vannerna och familjen. Jag skulle kunna skriva recensioner om vilka flybolag som ar bra och lite mindre bra. Delta suger. Allt farande hit och dit. Jag har mott sa manga detta ar som har fatt en stor plats i mitt hjarta. Galna mormoner, buddhister, haftiga danskar, en tysk vid namn Kadda och sist men inte minst har jag fatt en egen lillasyster med det lite ovanligare namnet Aspen. Listan kan goras lang. Att ga tillbaka till en trist skolbank nu kanns langt borta men nagot som maste goras! Om jag har klarat detta handelserika ar klarar jag sa klart detta. Det ar inte over an dock. Jag ser framemot ytterligare ett par handelsrika veckor i det alskerliga landet USA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-54259168774420920?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/54259168774420920/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=54259168774420920' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/54259168774420920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/54259168774420920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/fran-hoga-klackar-till-cowboyboots.html' title='Fran hoga klackar till cowboyboots..'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sj84MYKtB5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/-szXhvThlWo/s72-c/4622_88895009580_544999580_1808778_8381818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5126445437007608816</id><published>2009-05-20T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:41:55.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from a sunny Santa Barbara</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting on the beach with my laptop in Santa Barbara. Who knew that I was going to end up here?! The sun is shining, no clouds the ocean right in front of me. It sounds like a dream. Well for some people maybe. It is weird how I could fell in love in the smallest little community in the world. Me the girl from a big city. Today we met a fortune teller and he told me states were he think I belonged to and he told me VIrgina something else and then guess what he said?! IDAHO!!:D. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who I saw at Londons airport?! The one with the big smile and had very big hair in the 80s he had a big hit where he wondered if someone was looking for him. Lionel Richie. All of a sudden he comes walking right towards me. His dancers was standing right in front of me in line when we were waiting to board the plane so he was standing right in front of me just talking to them and he smiled at me. But then of course he could pass everyone in line and go inte to first first class. It was weird to know that I was sitting so close to a afrolegend. Anyway then I felt like this was going to be a good trip. ;) Cause I was feeling a little bit sad that I couldnt go to Idaho right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have met two girls from Denmark. Christine and Sarah they are very nice. Scandinavians have to stick together ;).Yesterday we were shopping all day long. I have never ever bought so much in one day. Tonight theres a beachbbq which I look forward to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow me the two danish girls and two swiss guys is going to LA. We have rented a car cause I have my license. So we are going to drive there after school and stay over the weekend. I better not tell them what happened in Idaho. hehe. I think Ill better stick with that. I am looking forward to drive over "the hills" but unfortunately we dont have an "Agnes" this time ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOday when we were taking the bus home. All of a sudden it stopped and I thaught we were suppose to get out. I didnt reallt pav attention so I am trying to open the door and all of a  sudden I fly out in the middle of the street. Luckily the bus stood still cause of a stop sign. That was very embarassing. But I gave people a good reason to laugh. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This have been an exciting couple of days and I hope they are going to continue like that. Wish me luck tomorrow driving to LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5126445437007608816?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5126445437007608816/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5126445437007608816' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5126445437007608816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5126445437007608816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings-from-sunny-santa-barbara.html' title='Greetings from a sunny Santa Barbara'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3142169679727781628</id><published>2009-04-26T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T05:12:21.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfRPRUZWkjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9InKuY9rI8k/s1600-h/2998_90236730906_727180906_2863488_4119786_n.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/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfRPRUZWkjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9InKuY9rI8k/s400/2998_90236730906_727180906_2863488_4119786_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328971418037555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfRPk3F0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/pjAn09B1mVU/s1600-h/2998_90236735906_727180906_2863489_475421_n.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/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfRPk3F0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/pjAn09B1mVU/s400/2998_90236735906_727180906_2863489_475421_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328971753768379410" 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/7235848487562593291-3142169679727781628?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3142169679727781628/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3142169679727781628' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3142169679727781628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3142169679727781628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfRPRUZWkjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9InKuY9rI8k/s72-c/2998_90236730906_727180906_2863488_4119786_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-759077109378839936</id><published>2009-04-24T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:54:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the worst things a Mormon can say to you pt. 2 ;D</title><content type='html'>Now I am sitting here alone in the dark again. My hair is getting gray. I have never been so bored in my whole life. I wake up late. I havent anything to do anyways during the days cuz my friends have school and my family works. Then I am reading then its time for dinner then I am reading some more then it is time to go to bed but I cant sleep so I go up and watch Spin City then I read some more and then all of a sudden it is early in the morning and I hear birds sing then I realize that I have to go to bed. And then I wake up late  then everything repeats, I am becoming even more crazy than I already was. But I have actually been entertaining myself by doing these crazy puzzles that we found at the clinic that day ;). Thats what I have been doing now in 3 weeks. My life is so exciting. I just cant hide it. But I guess that Ill have to remember these days when I am back in school again. I shall not whine. Or what it says ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfIvVLAUlfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bUZNnEd5tF8/s1600-h/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfIvVLAUlfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bUZNnEd5tF8/s320/jj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328373349910615538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you have nothing to do you start to think. It is just hard for me to understand why I am sitting here in the usual chair in the usual room, when I should be in Aberdeen. The best year of my life just flew by. I have had so much fun thanks to the Poulsons and the Ellises and to Kadda( my german opposite) ;) ofc. I will never forget everything we did. Like the trip to California our little trip over the hills ;). All the laughing but I have also heard stuff like "Louise, hell is a place where you will end up in" but I now that is just teasing or?! ;)   But life is a "woo-ride" with both ups and downs. I have had most "ups" this year. I hope I am not the only one that remember the good times we've had. And I hope that they are not over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfI330nU2VI/AAAAAAAAAWk/AAFCQabhqEo/s1600-h/IMG_0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfI330nU2VI/AAAAAAAAAWk/AAFCQabhqEo/s320/IMG_0906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328382741288638802" 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/7235848487562593291-759077109378839936?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/759077109378839936/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=759077109378839936' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/759077109378839936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/759077109378839936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life.html' title='What is the worst things a Mormon can say to you pt. 2 ;D'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SfIvVLAUlfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bUZNnEd5tF8/s72-c/jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5659933525084247361</id><published>2009-04-19T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:55:09.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latter Day Saints in Swedish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w548.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/2175033a.pbw" height="480" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/?action=view&amp;current=2175033a.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when my mom picked me up at my friends house. We drove by a place where I knew an LDS or as you say in Sweden SDH (Sista Dagars Heliga) church should be so we were driving around to find it and then when we gave up hope all of a sudden it showed up. It is so strange because I have been around there alot of times but I have never thought about that little strange building being there. It felt like my whole year was flashing by right before my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5659933525084247361?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5659933525084247361/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5659933525084247361' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5659933525084247361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5659933525084247361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-when-my-mom-picked-me-up-at.html' title='Latter Day Saints in Swedish'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6105691607909596331</id><published>2009-04-18T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:00:57.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A la Suecia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w548.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/5165b734.pbw" height="480" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/?action=view&amp;current=5165b734.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick, Hello Kitty and alot of tongue. It was after all a glamrock thing ;). I decided that I cant be home and grow old so I needed tp do something. I went to a graduation party with the theme glam/rock. Me and my friends felt like who cares. So we did our own thing including birds. So on my shirt we wrote Hackspett/Woodpecker on Malins arm we wrote Påfågel/Peacock and on Jessicas shoulder we wrote Ekoxe/ don´t ask me how you say that in english I dont even know if that one exist in Idaho. And then I had a little too fun with my makeup as you can see on the pics. ;) Yep That's us crazy people. I have noticed that you can have fun without being drunk even in Sweden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6105691607909596331?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6105691607909596331/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6105691607909596331' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6105691607909596331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6105691607909596331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='A la Suecia'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-491210622441285377</id><published>2009-04-14T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:31:41.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven or Hell you choose?</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here outside in the dark on the porch and I am looking at the stars (or now the screen anyway...). It's amazing how we can look at the same thing all around the world at the same time. Or wait?! Idaho doesnt have stars at 5 in the day. Well... I can at least pretend. My days go by, by sleeping, eating and reading, smoking, drinking...( Just kidding, but I am never going to give up Coke, that's a sore subject haha, but you should never say never) ;). I have always hated school so this should be like heaven for me. But I also like to have fun so this could also be like hell(the place) for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-491210622441285377?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/491210622441285377/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=491210622441285377' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/491210622441285377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/491210622441285377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/heaven-hell.html' title='Heaven or Hell you choose?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-1630957852616948375</id><published>2009-04-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:38:10.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh m y....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sdl4cygfn1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/9BcPz93d5Tc/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321416870704684882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sdl4cygfn1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/9BcPz93d5Tc/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing my brother asked me when I came home was if the toilet flooded alot. And I said how in the whole world did u know that. And he says because every exchangestudents toilet does that, cause a Europeans food digest differently. And having two Europeans in the house doesnt make it easier. So here I am sitting early in the Swedish morning and can't sleep the only thing I can think about right now is (Oprah?) ;) toilets and that I want to go back to loveli Aberdeen. I miss the people, I miss Chee-tos, I miss the "harmony" ;) and not to forget the potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO COME BACK TO ALL THE CRAZINESS! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-1630957852616948375?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1630957852616948375/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=1630957852616948375' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1630957852616948375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1630957852616948375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-m-y.html' title='Oh m y....'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sdl4cygfn1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/9BcPz93d5Tc/s72-c/DSC_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6696789948219045444</id><published>2009-03-26T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:02:48.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vatten Vatten Vatten</title><content type='html'>sitter har i skolan och "gor" lite laxor ar genomblot pga vattenkrig som har pagatt i en dag. Det borjade med att en kille hallde vatten i mina brallor pa spanskan sa da hamnades jag och hallde allt mitt vatten som jag hade moahahahah. Jag ar teachers aide i kontoret sa jag skrev en not om att han Joseph har en overraskning, vilket var att vi vatade med vara vattenfalskor, i kontoret och han blev genomblot . Idag hjalpte var spanskalarare oss och gjorde upp en plan om hur vi skulle fat tag pa honom jag och Kilee sa vi blev ursaktade att ga fran lektion och fylla pa vara forrad hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skriver om Las Vegas nar jag har tid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6696789948219045444?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6696789948219045444/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6696789948219045444' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6696789948219045444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6696789948219045444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/vatten-vatten-vatten.html' title='Vatten Vatten Vatten'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3961795824154634944</id><published>2009-03-09T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:32:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LASSE VEGAN!</title><content type='html'>In Las Vegas, can't believe your eyes Your luck can turn in a throw of a dice In Las Vegas, whoa-oh You'd better hold on tight Here in Las Vegas tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311281810303698786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SbV2qoUlR2I/AAAAAAAAATc/zYJzPNF09pY/s320/las_vegas_strip_ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3961795824154634944?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3961795824154634944/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3961795824154634944' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3961795824154634944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3961795824154634944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/lasse-vegan.html' title='LASSE VEGAN!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SbV2qoUlR2I/AAAAAAAAATc/zYJzPNF09pY/s72-c/las_vegas_strip_ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7332866163492109400</id><published>2009-03-01T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:44:18.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where's the skinny?"</title><content type='html'>Tiden gar... det har gatt 6 manader sen jag kom. Det kanns som det var igar jag anlande pa Idaho Falls flyplats och nerverna var pa spann, men jag var sa trott sa jag var valdigt lugn, trots allt. Jag har varit med om mycket. Bade roligt och inte sa roliga handelser, men man vaxer och lar. Det kanns som att jag har lart mig oerhort mycket om mig sjalv.&lt;br /&gt;Vi har aven fatt en ny heltidsevande manniska boende hos oss Austin. Han kom hem eftre tva ar i Arizona. Sa mina fjuttiga mander ar ingenting om man jamfor. Nar en missionar kommer hem har man som tradition att mala pa en vagg i Utah vilket vi akte ner och gjorde. Vi stod pa kanten av en motorvag och underholl dem. Vi malade en lama fran Napoleon Dynamite som ar inspelad i Idaho. Vi kallar laman "Austina" (Austin) Jag och Aspen stod och fick alla lastbilar att tuta. HAHA. Pa vagen ner bestamde vi oss for att aka till en sk "spokstad". Ett annat namn for "Amishstad". Vi laste dorrarna och var spanda. Det forsta vi mots av ar ett hus med fonstrena helt tackta av skynken pa ett fonster stod det "Close for the Spirit". Det ar en underlig kansla det var inga manniskor pa gatorna helt ode med husen igentackta och ramande kossor i vagkanterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:800px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w548.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/b7b4ddc4.pbw" height="240" width="800"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/?action=view&amp;current=b7b4ddc4.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Road-trip!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa har vi ju haft vara korkort ett tag nu och mycket har hant kan jag saga. Nar vi var pa vag mot Malad for att se en basketbollmatch hande allt mojligt. For det forsta hade vi ingen aning om var det lag. Vi gick pa beskrivning. Det var isigt och halt pa vagarna. Vi akte mella berg och kullar dalar och sjoar. Ditvagen gick mycket bra. Battre an forvantat. Vi hittade direkt. Saklart sa vi ju hemvagen kommer att ga latt som en platt. Det forsta vi gor ar att ta en avfart mot Salt Lake istallet for motsatta avfarten. Vi vet inte hur vi ska komma av for vi var ju pa en motorvag. Nar vi antligen hittar ett exit svanger vi av. Vi har hunnit komma till Utah och funderar pa att fortsatta och overnatta i Salt Lake. Puuh tanker vi, men det var bara borjan. nar vi kommer till en bergsvag kommer dimman. Vi ser ingenting man sag inte ens bilarna framfor oss. Sa antligen kommer vi till en bensinmack. Vi bestammer oss for att tanka. Om inte det var nog sa har vi ingen aning om hur mna tankar. Vilket sort olja ingenting. For vi ar vana vid service har far man alltid hjalp. Nar vi ar redo att aka tar vi fel avfart igen. Fast den har gangen kom vi in pa en lite mindre vag som ledde oss mot ingenstans. Vi aker och aker. Sa helt plotsligt ser vi en skylt med "Virginia". Hmm tanker vi har vi verkligen akt till andra sidan av Usa. Saklrt inte men man borjar ju undra. VI hade jagande lastbilar efter oss, sk langtradare och de ar stora jattar om man sitter i en liten pickup. Nar vi hittar ratt vag igen hoppar ett radjur framfor oss pa vagen fran ingenstans. Kunde det bli varre?! Nar vi antligen kommer till Pocatello( "stora" staden notera "nastan" brevid Aberdeen) tar vi fel avfart mot Idaho Falls kunde det bli varre. Dimmans smyger sig ocksa tatt pa igen sa det ar svart att hitta avfarten till Aberdeen, Vi kom hem vid midnatt om inte senare. Vi hade kunnat komma hem vid 10. Sa man ska nog all ta i peppar trots allt. Jag maste nog notera att det var Kadda som korde. Eftersom jag inte ar tillaten sen jag korde av vagen. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:800px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w548.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/eaa4a439.pbw" height="240" width="800"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/?action=view&amp;current=eaa4a439.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det har aven varit en stor dans i Pocatello. Den sk Simplot dance. (Simplot ar en av Idahos rikaste man). Dar manga collegestudenter over hela Forenta Staterna deltar i. Jag, Kadda, och tva asiater fran Taiwan och Thailand gick pa. Det var kul att slappa loss lite. Vi hoppade runt och var inte direkt "seriosa". Det var mycket underhallande. Vi motte upp vanner fran Aberdeen och dansade sa det stod harliga till.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:800px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w548.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/11866f7d.pbw" height="240" width="800"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/?action=view&amp;current=11866f7d.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forra helgen drog jag och Kadda till Pocatello for att overaska Benya( fran Thailand) hon fyllde ar. Jag korde och var tror ni hander. Jag hade full koll trodde jag och sa nar jag kor in i Pocatello. Aker jag over en stor kant som jag inte sett. Jag ar ansvarfull. Jag lovar men den dar kanten var helt osynlig. Helt som det var skriker Kadda till och jag skriker "What!?" och helt plostligt flyger vi. Ett gott skratt forlanger livet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag nar jag satt och at lunch kommer min seminary larare upp och borjar helt plotsligt prata med mig pa svenska. Han har varit pa ett mission i Sverige, sa han vet hur man pratar svenska. Han sager " Louise det ar sa har att det ar en kille som gillar dig och skulle jattegarna vilja ga pa en dans med dig. Det ar en dans som kommer upp har i Mars. Kruxet ar att jag inte vill ga med honom. Jag vill ga med en annan. Denna kille som fragde mig sa att han tankte ropa upp det i hogtalarna i Boise. Dar state basketball kommer att paga. Som tur ar ska jag itne ga och det hade varit pinsamt. Eftersom han fragde forst maste jag ga med honom och Scott berattade att det var en annan som ville bjuda ut mig, men nu maste jag saga ja till den. Vilket dilemma. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag och Kadda har delat sang i tva veckor nu pga alla slaktingar som har varit har. Mycket chatter och lite somn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igar hade jag ett tal. For jag har Speech. Det var ett sk Portrayal Speech. Dar vi skulle vara den vi berattde om. Jag fasade for det i veckor. Jag portratterade Jackie O. Det gick bra jag fick A-. Det var allt fran Cindy Lauper, Superwomen, Rodluvan till Harriett Tubman. Jag kan inte beratta hur lattad jag ar att det ar over, men provningar gor en stark! Jag bar ringen jag hade pa mig i talet efter, den ar valdigt stor, sa folk fragade om jag hade forlovat mig och jag sa JA! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:800px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w548.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/25929047.pbw" height="240" width="800"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w548.photobucket.com/albums/ii353/Loll0o/?action=view&amp;current=25929047.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag kan rekommendera en film vars namn ar In Bruge med Colin Pharrel starkt. Speciellt har. I denna filmen svaer dem som det star harliga till. Det ar befriande att se en sadan film, nar man har varit i en san konservativ stat sa lange. Jag och Kadda skratta at varenda litet svaerord som dok upp i nastan varenda mening. Speciellt eftersom det ar en san stor grej det har med vardat sprak har. "&lt;strong&gt;If I would've grown up on a farm I would've been impressed. But I am not so I am not impressed!" &lt;/strong&gt;En line fran filmen som ar mycket passande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/3&lt;/strong&gt; Idag har varit en chill-dag de flesta ar uppe i Boise for att kolla pa varat lag i basketboll de kom till state. Det enda jag gjort ar att spela "Macbeth" i skolan. Vi haller pa med MacBeth i engelskan. Det ar som maffia och jag har lost ett klurigt pussel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896831144885426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SbCLCO5c_LI/AAAAAAAAATU/u0ajSjsz-e8/s320/IMG_0964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om ni stoter pa ett stort gang med amerikanare i London el. Paris vet ni att det ar varan skola. Nagra Seniors och Juniors ska namligen aka pa en trip till London och Paris over Spring-Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa till sist pa nasta vecka ar det Sping-Break och jag och Kadda har funderat over att ta en liten trip till Las Vegas for bara jattelite pengar. Vi ska antingen bo i ett godisslott eller i en "cirkus" med en bergodalbana inuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309590351660409762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/Sa90Sx2PY6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/akEcOsvUv8Y/s320/las_vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det var en liten summering over vad som har hant. Som sagt tiden gar fort och snart ar jag hemma igen och allt kommer att kannas som en drom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kommentera om ni ser mina slideshower!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-7332866163492109400?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7332866163492109400/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=7332866163492109400' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7332866163492109400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7332866163492109400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-skinny.html' title='&quot;Where&apos;s the skinny?&quot;'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SbCLCO5c_LI/AAAAAAAAATU/u0ajSjsz-e8/s72-c/IMG_0964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7767638837728867610</id><published>2009-02-24T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:00:23.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En uppdatering kommer men just nu ar huset fullt sa jag har inte tid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-7767638837728867610?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7767638837728867610/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=7767638837728867610' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7767638837728867610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7767638837728867610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-uppdatering-kommer-men-just-nu-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5359360441662469492</id><published>2009-02-16T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:53:33.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidentens dag!</title><content type='html'>Vi ar lediga och ska om cirkus fem min aka ner till Utah och klottra pa en vagg. Berattar mer om det sen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5359360441662469492?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5359360441662469492/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5359360441662469492' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5359360441662469492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5359360441662469492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidentens-dag.html' title='Presidentens dag!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7160971086114950142</id><published>2009-02-10T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:35:29.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu ar jag har igen!</title><content type='html'>Jag vet att jag inte har uppdaterat pa lange sa jag ska forsoka gora det basta jag kan for en sa bra uppdatering som mojligt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinterdansen 31/1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kom da dansen jag gick i en grupp med fyra par inklusive mig. Pa dagen hade varan grupps foraldrar anordnat tavlingar och paren var i lag. Vi kopte aven vara rosor till vara dejter som man matchar med killens. Vi gjorde allt mojligt fran att racea pa akrarna till kycklingrace. Vi tjejer skulle lyckas fa tag pa hoenor och kasta over ett staket. Vi at m&amp;amp;m:s och i en m&amp;amp;m laeg en ledtrad. Det var galet. Sen pa kvallen kom da dansen vi akte hem och gjorde oss i ordning akte till en av tjejerna och at middag sen gick vi och dansa jarnet hela kvallen. Efter det sa drog vi hem till en av de rikare i byn och och kollade pa deras hemmabio. En mycket lyckad kvaell. Jag angrar inte att jag gjorde det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919789576733&amp;amp;site=widget-1d.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919789576733&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p1/3386706919789576733/lt_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919789576733&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p2/3386706919789576733/lt_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919789576733&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p4/3386706919789576733/lt_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bilkorning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag har aven lyckats kora av vagen. Det var valdigt halt pa vagarna och har ar det lite hipp som happt sa har anvander man inte vinterdack. Jag akte ratt ner i ett djupt dike. Jag minns att jag tankte "Jag kommer inte att do". Jag sag ingenting for all sno virvlade upp framfor rutan och jag visste inte vad ja kunde krocka med. Har ar dte mer eller mindre vanligt att folk hamnar i bilolyckor elr att man kor av vagen. Tur ar att efter jag kort av kom en av S arbetare som hjalpte mig vi akte och hamtade en traktor och drog upp bilen. Nu har jag korabil forbud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(I will kill you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min favvolarare kom en dag och sa har ni sett filmen Taken den ar sa bra. Sa ja och Kadda bestamde oss for att ta bilen till Pocatello och se den och gissa vad? Hela highschool ar dar. Det ar sa lustigt att allting sprider sig. Den var valdigt bra sa nu har vi agnat dagarna i Aberdeen at att diskutera filmen. Den var sa intense sa nar han( Liam Neeson) dodade nagon, vilkret var vanligt, kande man "All right"( Min larares ord och hon ar mormon hon med, den roligaste lararen man kan ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvUxdQ4q-Lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvUxdQ4q-Lg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love our Aberdeen Tigers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denna helg har det aven varit en Wrestlingturnering i Aberdeen. Hela Aberdeen kom och hejade pa vara Tigrar( Varan skolsymbol). Nagra av oss tjejer bestamde oss for att vi skulle bara trojor for att supportra killarna. Jag bar Poulson(saklart) for Ian brottas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-8e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-8e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3314649325751661710&amp;site=widget-8e.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325751661710&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p1/3314649325751661710/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325751661710&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p2/3314649325751661710/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325751661710&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p4/3314649325751661710/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-7160971086114950142?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7160971086114950142/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=7160971086114950142' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7160971086114950142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7160971086114950142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/nu-ar-jag-har-igen.html' title='Nu ar jag har igen!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-8449276442109667392</id><published>2009-02-06T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:47:19.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bara sa ni vet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Datorn ar inne pa lagning just nu, sa jag uppdaterar nar den ar hemma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-8449276442109667392?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8449276442109667392/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=8449276442109667392' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8449276442109667392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8449276442109667392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bara-sa-ni-vet.html' title='Bara sa ni vet!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7624966476505111244</id><published>2009-01-27T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:12:10.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fladder, fladder</title><content type='html'>usch.. nu ar jag nastan lika nervos som innan jag kom hit. Det har att gora med dansen. Denna dans er en tjejfraga killedans och man ska fraga pa ett kreativt satt. For att inte bli for kreativ gav jag min engelsklarare en box, som hon sen ska ge vidare till "honom", med Sweettarts( amerikanskt godis som godishalsbanden) och i den la jag en lapp vill du vara en "Sweetheart" och ga pa dansen med mig". Det later lite cheesy men det ar sa det gar till sa om bara nagra minuter far han den. Tank om han sager nej. Jag har for tusan aldrig snackat med honom. Har ni nagra tips pa nagon bra borja-prata-konversation (speciellt nar man ska pa date med honom)? Jag ska forsoka undvika och ducka nar jag ser honom sa mycket det gar, idag. Sen far vi se vad som hander. Jag kommer troligtvis skratta at detta nar jag kommer hem, men just nu finns de dar fjarilarna i magen igen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-7624966476505111244?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7624966476505111244/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=7624966476505111244' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7624966476505111244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7624966476505111244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/hej.html' title='Fladder, fladder'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7120980970423440741</id><published>2009-01-22T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:49:29.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I finally know how to kill a mockingbird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXliH-pMeCI/AAAAAAAAARk/eYfqzwLIWgU/s1600-h/CIMG0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370726165116962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXliH-pMeCI/AAAAAAAAARk/eYfqzwLIWgU/s320/CIMG0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De senaste dagarna har varit fyllda av stress pga den forbenade vinterdansen. Folk har tyckt att jag ska fraga den och den. Nar jag val bestamt mig sa har jag fatt reda pa att en annan tjej ska fraga samma osv osv. Nu ar hela skolan involverad och vill hjalpa, aven larare och jag vill inte backa ur for har man gett sig in i leken far man leken tala! &lt;div&gt;Sa imorgon galler det!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imorgon har vi aven ett test over boken Dodssynden (How to kill a mockingbird). Jag bad faktiskt om lite kaffe( har dricker man ju inte det pga koffeinet men de hade faktiskt, men inte langre for jag drack upp allt). Jag hade inte last en enda sida forran ikvall, eller snarare Dianne hon har last hogt for mig atta kapitel sa nu ar det bara 23 kvar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imorgon bar det av till Salt Lake for att besoka ett nytt tempel. Vi icke mormoner kan besoka det nu for det ar inte tillagnat. Sa vi lamnar direkt efter skolan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-7120980970423440741?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7120980970423440741/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=7120980970423440741' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7120980970423440741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7120980970423440741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-finally-know-how-to-kill.html' title='Now I finally know how to kill a mockingbird!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXliH-pMeCI/AAAAAAAAARk/eYfqzwLIWgU/s72-c/CIMG0753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-4888035803993619833</id><published>2009-01-20T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:27:54.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mad Cow Disease</title><content type='html'>Sitter just nu och kollar pa Obamas inaguration. Det kanns tryggt att nagon som forran gangs skull har makten vet vad han talar om. Han ar en av oss, en helt vanlig manniska. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sondags var de "stakekonferens" konferens for alla mormoner och jag satt med min plasticbaby som helt plotsligt borjade skrika. Min plasticbaby var jag tvungen att ha for min childdevelopmentclass for att jag laste in min forra i tvattrummet. Vi satt pa forsta raden sa det blev lite kaos, speciellt nar pappan i familjen ar "Stake president". Chef over alla mormonkyrkor i distiktet. Det direktsandes till andra kyrkor och kyrkan vi var i var full. Sa Scott holl tal om sin familj (inklusive mig och Kadda). Han sa att vi ar underbara och att han alskar oss som om vi vore hans dottrar. Aven om de inte visar det ibland och att de inte alltid foljer "gospelet". Eftersom nastan alla har ar mormoner har sa vet nastan alla nu vilka vi ar ("statekandisar") ;)Larare kom upp till mig i skolan mandagen efter och sa fina saker till oss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Det kommer att bli svaert att komma hem med en massa andras asikter och varderingar som vi inte ar vana vid. Haer ska man kla sig "modest" eftersom kroppen ar ett "tempel" sa man ska inte visa for mycket. Vilket iforsig ar bra men det ar lite val extremt. Man dricker inte heller. Sa nar jag kommer hem kommer det vara svaert att kla sig och bete sig som jag normalt ar van vid. For jat vet att det finns nagra som star mig nara som inte tycker om det.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idag var det en sa kallad Blood Drive i skolan elever fran 17 ar och upp kan ge blod. Jag ville men efter som jag kan ha "The Mad Cow Disease"( galna kosjukan) sa fick jag inte, for att jag ar fran Europa. Istallet satt jag och pratade med andra som gav blod och inte har Galna kosjukan och at snacks hela dagen. Ingen skola for mig inte!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa-T5ydRhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5-6B5rCe1tw/s1600-h/CIMG0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293627661159843346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa-T5ydRhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5-6B5rCe1tw/s200/CIMG0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa-9EYPLcI/AAAAAAAAARE/6CX2y3UmEOs/s1600-h/CIMG0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293628368377294274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa-9EYPLcI/AAAAAAAAARE/6CX2y3UmEOs/s200/CIMG0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293628098198220226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa-tV4hrcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CGzUdgOSHnA/s200/CIMG0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa9AbFqU-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/hcAmP9-S4NY/s1600-h/CIMG0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa_L-0ryQI/AAAAAAAAARM/1AQnvRBXGAo/s1600-h/CIMG0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293628624584034562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa_L-0ryQI/AAAAAAAAARM/1AQnvRBXGAo/s200/CIMG0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293628831549078258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa_YB0_uvI/AAAAAAAAARU/ck4GqupxCNM/s200/CIMG0804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa98pMkqmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2jQcxlt8oCo/s1600-h/CIMG0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-4888035803993619833?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4888035803993619833/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=4888035803993619833' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4888035803993619833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4888035803993619833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/mad-cow-disease.html' title='The Mad Cow Disease'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SXa-T5ydRhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5-6B5rCe1tw/s72-c/CIMG0796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3670358967748487034</id><published>2009-01-12T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:36:55.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Svaera eller inte svaera?</title><content type='html'>For ett par dagar sedan satt jag och D och pratade om svaerord bade svenska och engelska. Det ar namligen sa att det ar en STOR sak om man svaer har. Jag forklarade att i Sverige svaer i stort sett alla, for det ar ingen stor sak. Jag sa aven att jag tror inte ens de betyder nagot. Ack sa fel jag hade. Nar jag at lunch i seminariumet ( dar mormon elever har lektion om Gud, det gamla testamentet) Satt jag och pratade med lararen, som har varit pa mission i Sverige, narmare bestamt Skaene, sa han kan prata flytande svenska. Vi satt och diskuterade svaerord aven da och han forklarade for mig va de betydde jag hade ingen aning innan, eller jag kanske inte bemodade mig att tanka lite extra. Hursomhelst det ar konstigt att man kan vara sa annorlunda baserat pa land och kultur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det ar ditt val hur du vill ses av andra. Igar under homeevening valde D att ha en liten forelasning om hur man vill att andra ska se pa dig. Hon berattde att man behover inte ta till fula ord i munnen eller anvanda Guds namn in vein(jag vet inte hur man ska forklara pa svenska) bara for att man ar arg och frustrerad. Hon fragade oss om allt vi sager kommer fran hjartat om vi menar allt. Eller sager vi bara saker ibland som vi itne menar. Under de senaste mananderna har alla haft en formaga att saga elaka saker, inte nodvandigtvis svaerord men just saker som kan sara andra, men som vi inte riktigt menar. Hon berattde aven att nar hon gick i highschool och inte var mormon svor hon mycket, sa en dag nar hon satt pa bussen pavag hem bredvid en tjej svor hon och tjejen sa snalla prata inte sa. Jag har alltid svurit men vissa saker som har haent har fatt mig att tanka om. Det ar ditt val!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag vet att min hjaerna ar tvattad just nu, men det kvittar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3670358967748487034?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3670358967748487034/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3670358967748487034' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3670358967748487034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3670358967748487034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/svaerord.html' title='Svaera eller inte svaera?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-680582747669635291</id><published>2009-01-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:43:24.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagens dilemma</title><content type='html'>Typiskt amerikanskt, men det ar namlingen sa har att en vinterdans kommer upp och det ar vi tjejer som ska fraga kille pa dejt denna gang. Sa i fredags nar jag satt och pratade med Mrs. O'Brien, min child development teacher, sa fragar hon om jag ska ga. Och jag sager jag vet inte vem jag ska bjuda, (ingen vill vell ga med mig), sen kommer hennes dotter Kylie in och fragar om jag ska ga. Hon har samma dilemma som jag " ingen vill vell ga med mig". Sa borjar lararen saga "du vet inte vad folk sager om dig Louise". Folk tycker du ar " beautiful" ( jag vet inte om jag ska ta det som en komplimang), sen sager Kylie du borde bjuda ut "honom",han ar Diannes basta vans son. Sa nu tror de att jag ska gora det och de ska hjalpa mig komma pa ett bra satt att fraga honom pa. De sa ocksa att jag borde fraga honom, for det ar en annan tjej som kommer fraga honom och han vill inte ga med henne. Blabla nu tycker ni sakert det ar ingen stor grej och det saklrt jag ska fraga nagon det ar en "chance of a lifetime" men det ar inte sa enkelt nar man val ar har. Menmen jag far se hur jag gor vad tycker ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For att prata om nagot annat sa har jag haft en plastic baby hemma for helgen. Vi maste ha det for child developmenten. Den kan ata rapa bajsa, kissa och "rock: annars skriker som en stucken gris. Det slutade med att jag blev sa trott pa den, sa nu ar den inlast i tvattrummer. MOAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag ar det sondag vilket betyder att det ar kyrka och boy vad jag ar stolt over mig. Jag trodde aldrig jag skulle sjunga infor publik. Fast min hals ar valdigt torr efter alla ovning, sa det var svart men det gick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocksa till min dagliga fundering om Gud:&lt;br /&gt;Folk som tror pa Gud, tror pa evigt liv. Jag vet inte om jag vill leva for evigt. Det kan lata konstigt, men jag skulle hellre kanske do ett par ar sen ateruppsta. Livet efter doden ar pa nagot satt skrammande, men samtidigt ar doden skrammande ocksa. Sa jag forsoker att inte tanka pa det, men det ar svart nar man lever hos "Gudstjanare".&lt;br /&gt;Scott som ar Stakepresident pratade idag om oss. Om mig sa han att jag " ar en tjej som behover disciplineras men de har aldrig skrattat sa mycket i hela sitt liv forran jag kom".Sa alla ni dar hemma som har sagt "du kommer sakert att forandrats varsta mycket nar du kommer hem behiver inte oroa er. Min barsnlighet finns fortfarande i mig. Han sa aven attt han ar stolt for jag berattade for honom harom veckan att jag inte gillar att svara Guds namn som OMG numera. Sa lite har jag nog forandrats men jag kommer nog aldrig att bli mormon.&lt;br /&gt;Min young womens ledare berattade idag om en spirituell upplevelse nar hennes systerson, eller ngt liknande, dog i cancer. Hon berattade att nar de var i sjukhuset sonen hade sagt tiden ar inne, men jag vet inte om jag ar redo. Min ledare hade svara Jag vet! Sen kande hon en blomdoft komma in i rummet och sa dog han. Det kan lata galet for en normal manniska, men for mig som har levt med mormoner later det helt normalt. jag vet jag haller pa att bli galen. Hon menade att blomdoften kom fran varan "himmelske fader".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag efter kyrkan gick jag och Aspen i vara kyrkklader och matade Tetan och Treasure (hastarna) de star langre bort fran huset nu under tak, sa de far lite varme sa har pa vintern. Nar vi skulle ga hem var vi sa kalla sa vi "lanade" hastarnas tacken och tog pa oss. Vi har varit ganska Star Wars el. Aspen fanatiska pa senaste tiden, sa vi sprang upp och ner for vagarna och skrek Anakin/ Darth Vader quotes. Aven om mormoner ar tokiga sa ar nog jag och Aspen kanda som de mest tokiga i hela Aberdeen. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556751690513634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SWvVVciOvOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PzUaczcLzO4/s320/IMG_0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556742191725154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SWvVU5JiumI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oL1TfdTIcXk/s320/IMG_0577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290556732260449346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SWvVUUJvfEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WHH8AIOhtao/s320/IMG_0576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-680582747669635291?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/680582747669635291/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=680582747669635291' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/680582747669635291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/680582747669635291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/dagens-dilemma.html' title='Dagens dilemma'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SWvVVciOvOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PzUaczcLzO4/s72-c/IMG_0579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-2223070118271300140</id><published>2009-01-06T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:21:20.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaah!</title><content type='html'>Okey just nu ovar vi inforfullt. Aspen, Kadda och jag ska namligen sjunga i kyrkan pa sondag. Jag som hatar att sjunga infor folk. Forutom pa Singstar forstas. hehe. VI ska sjunga for att Austin en av sonerna kommer hem snart efter sitt mission i Arizona. D, S och I ska halla tal och vi ska sjunga infor 100, something, pers. Vi ska sjunga I love to see the temple elr nagot, som jag inte gor. De har manaderna jag har varit har, har jag gjort saker jag aldrig trodde skulle gora innan. Jag har pratat infor 100 pers om mitt land, jag har statt pa scen infor hela Aberdeen och spelat spoke (The Gost of Christmas Past, Scrooge) och nu sa detta. Var ska detta sluta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-2223070118271300140?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2223070118271300140/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=2223070118271300140' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/2223070118271300140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/2223070118271300140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaaah.html' title='Aaaaah!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6211286273248394571</id><published>2009-01-06T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:30:43.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the worst thing a Mormon can say to you?! ;D</title><content type='html'>Kanske:&lt;br /&gt;helvetet ar nagot du kommer hamna i&lt;br /&gt;Eller vad sags om du gor sa jag vill ta livet av mig.&lt;br /&gt;JApp det ar sadana saker jag har fatt hoera den senaste tiden. Fast jag vet att det bara ar pa skamt men D har sagt att jag for henne att gora och saga saker hon aldrig skulle ens tanka pa att gora innan. Hon har sagt att jag har fatt henne att inte folja gospelet. Vilket jag tar som en komplimang for deras Gospel ar knasigt(ibland).&lt;br /&gt;Hursomhelst sa ar det sa dagarna ser ut mycket teasing och skratt. Igar var jag och hon pa rundtur i Pocatello (En storre stad intill Aberdeen) vi hade manga saker att utratta bla kiropraktor sola solarium( Jepp, en mormon solar ocksa!). Lite massage och annat. Efter kiropraktorn kandes det antligen bra, men sa hande det som inte far handa. Vagarna har i Idaho ar valdigt hala och slipperiga nu, sa nar vi var pavag till Emilys( En dotter) halkar jag pa isen och druttar omkull sa ryggen gick tillbaka till mitt gamla lage, sa nu gor det ondare an nagonsin.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6211286273248394571?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6211286273248394571/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6211286273248394571' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6211286273248394571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6211286273248394571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-worst-thing-mormon-can-say-to.html' title='What is the worst thing a Mormon can say to you?! ;D'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-999814847751339377</id><published>2008-12-29T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:56:11.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggigt varre</title><content type='html'>Nu sitter jag har mitt klockan fyra pa morgonen och skriver det har varit en "hektisk" dag. Jag ar for tillfallet sjuk just nu. Maggen mar usch och forkylningen kryper sig langsamt pa. jag bestamde mig anda for att ga till kyrkan. Vi hade bara sacrament-meeting sa det varade bara en timme, men vagen dit var lang. Nar vi korde ut fran garage infarten var det sa mycket sno sa man sag ingenting, sa efter vi kort kanske en sisadar 20 meter fastar vi i alla sno. Sant ar livet om man lever pa landet. Vi tankte inte ga till kyrkan fran borjan men det var avsked for en missionar sa det var trevligt om vi dok upp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resten av dagen agnade jag at Diannes blogg. Vi satt i timmar och forsokte ta igen fyra veckors skrivande. Till en borjan gick det bra men efter en stunde trottnar man nar man maste borja om tva timmars arbete, efter att ha raderat det man hallit pa med. Vi blev inte klara forran klockan 1. Sa vi satt allt-som-allt i cirka 10 timmar. Fast jag kan inte skjuta under stolen med att det var ganska kul anda. Vi skrattade sa mycket sa att vi fick huvudvark. Varfor vet jag inte riktigt. Jag tror det beror pa att nar tva galna hjarnor mots gar det inte att halla sig. Jag har ingen aning om vad jag skrev just nu, men dagen var kul den bestod av skratt och tarar, lite vark och vatten. Bada ar sjuka sa varfor inte?! Denna dator har som sagt varit inlamnad pa reparation i 4 veckor pga virus. Och vad tror ni varan lilla bloggdag slutar med. Jo, virus. Sa nu ar denna dator infekterad igen. Alla mina foton jag tagit under min levnadstid har ar borta. Hursomhelst spenderade jag denna dag med ett evigt bloggande och snorande, men kul var det!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285176825490462498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SVi4Uhp8VyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/o-p_Mer09d0/s400/kl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-999814847751339377?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/999814847751339377/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=999814847751339377' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/999814847751339377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/999814847751339377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloggigt-varre.html' title='Bloggigt varre'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SVi4Uhp8VyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/o-p_Mer09d0/s72-c/kl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6024856002298212376</id><published>2008-12-27T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:16:15.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juligt varre</title><content type='html'>Inget skulle sitta sa gott nu med lite vortbrod med taffelsenap och graddost , eller kanske lite julskinka. Jag maste saga att jag saknar en svensk jul, men a andra sidan far jag uppleva en typisk amerikansk jul. Den var mycket mysig. Pa juldagen vacktes vi klockan 8 pa morgonen och samlades framfor brasan vid julgranen for att oppna julklappar. Det fanns ingen el i huset efter all sno som blast under natten. Men jag kunde inte hjalpa den dar kanslan av att vilja vara hemma och oppna lite juklappar med mina slaktingar och min kara familj. Jag skulle aven vilja se lite av Lasse Croners Arne Weisse. Jag trodde aldrig jag skulle saga det har men jag ar tusan stolt over Carola mamma o pappa skickade skivan over och det var harligt att hora lite svenskt och det uppskattades aven av familjen. Det ar som mycket man tar for givet nar man ar hemma som man inte tanker pa eller uppskattar som jag har insett medan tiden gar har. Nu later det som om jag klagar men lite hemlangtan maste man fa ha. Jag har det fortsatt underbart har och livet leker. Tack for alla fina julklappar som skickades over det uppskattar jag verkligen. Och nu onskar jag till er alla fran oss alla ha en fortsatt riktigt &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD JUL!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6024856002298212376?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6024856002298212376/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6024856002298212376' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6024856002298212376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6024856002298212376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/inget-skulle-sitta-sa-gott-nu-med-lite.html' title='Juligt varre'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6691842837137205987</id><published>2008-12-23T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:49:55.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD JUL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6691842837137205987?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6691842837137205987/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6691842837137205987' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6691842837137205987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6691842837137205987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-jul.html' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-2419658833896492256</id><published>2008-12-14T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:31:55.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huvet i det bla</title><content type='html'>Det ar svart att inte sitt i kyrkan och undra vad far de allt ifran. De ar allt lite knasiga de dar mormonerna. Det finns ingen Gud. Efter att jag stadat lite hittar jag en quote fran geniernas geni Einstein att Gud finns. Vad ska man tro pa.&lt;br /&gt;For att skriva om ngt annat har jag aven varit pa "dubbeldejt", alla mina klader ar numera blae for jag var for trott for att tanka. Jag har aven hunnit med tva dramperformance ena gangen glomde jag vad jag skulle saga andra brande jag nastan upp gardinerna pa grund av den forbenade dimmmaskinen. Jag har tva performances kvar imorgon kvall och tisdag kvall. Jag har praktiskt tagit sovit i dramlokalen de senaste tva veckorna pga all inovning. Idag kandes det lite jobbigt igen sa jag kande for att ringa nagon det blev Malin och som vanligt kommer hon med sina kloka asikter men aven lite knasiga ;) &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-2419658833896492256?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2419658833896492256/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=2419658833896492256' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/2419658833896492256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/2419658833896492256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/huvet-i-det-bla.html' title='Huvet i det bla'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5822996169517773391</id><published>2008-12-11T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:59:15.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kommentarer</title><content type='html'>Jag har hort att det ar nagot knas nar man ska kommentera jag har forsokt att fixa det nu sa nu tror jag att det gar, annars hoer av er. &lt;strong&gt;nu kan man aven vara anonym man behover inte vara registrerad eller nagonting fyll bara i Namn/URL sen fyller du i namnet och ordverifieringen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5822996169517773391?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5822996169517773391/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5822996169517773391' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5822996169517773391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5822996169517773391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/kommentarer_11.html' title='Kommentarer'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3780752238956970583</id><published>2008-12-07T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:18:20.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a lovely place</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385384628943&amp;amp;site=widget-cf.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384628943&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/2594073385384628943/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384628943&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p2/2594073385384628943/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384628943&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p4/2594073385384628943/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som nagra av er redan vet var jag i Kalifornien forra veckan. Det var underbart solen, manniskorna allt. Vi borjade resandet redan pa fredagen veckan innan. Vi korde ner till Scotts foraldrar i Salt lake och overnattade en natt. Morgonen darpa bar det av klockan 8 middlewest tid. Vi hade 15 timmars resande med bil framfor oss. Vi korde mellan berg och oken, genom Utah, Nevada, Arizona och tillslut KALIFORNIEN. Pa vagen dit sag vi kaktusar vi akte igenom Las Vegas dar vi at lunch. Vid 9 tiden, westtid( De ar en timma efter Idaho) kom vi fram till LOS ANGELES. Vi kom fram till hotellet och det forsta vi gjorde var att bada i bubbelpoolen. Efter det gick jag och Kadda ut och at sen gick vi och la oss. Dagen darpa var sondag och pa sondag ar det ta det lugnt som galler. Sa forst gick vi i kyrkan trott som jag var kladde jag mig inte alls matchade med sneakers jag orkade helt enkelt inte bry mig. Efter det akte vi till Newport Beach ( alla som har sett O.C kanner nog ingen sig ;) Aspen, Ian och jag slangde oss genast i vagorna med kladerna pa. Lite senare pa kvallen akte vi till Hollywood Hills ordagrant. Agnes som vi kallar varan gps i bilen guidade oss. Den tog oss till Academic Music Awards som holls den kvallen. Men det basta var nog trots allt nar den guidade oss fel. Vi akte upp mellan hillsen mellan lyxkaekar och allt mojligt. Vi skrattade sa mycket sa att vi storkna. Dels for att ingen visste vad tusan vi holl pa med vi bara korde. Efter det bar det av till "Walk of Fame". Vi kom hem vid tvatiden pa natten och gick och la oss. Sa mycket for den lugna sondagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-9f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385384629151&amp;amp;site=widget-9f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629151&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9f.slide.com/p1/2594073385384629151/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629151&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9f.slide.com/p2/2594073385384629151/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629151&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9f.slide.com/p4/2594073385384629151/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa mandagen akte vi till Knott's Berry Farm. Med alla slags mojliga berg o dalbanor. Hojdpunkten var nog i slutet nar nastan inga var kvar forutom vi och kunde aka allt hur mycket som mojligt. Vi akte en vattenbergodalbana och man blev dyngblot vi akte den minst fem ganger pa raken. Hojdpunkten var nog nar Dianne och Scott akte en vild berg o dalbana. Varje BoDB har en kamera som filmar en nar man aker framme som man seda kan kopa efter. Vilket Dianne och Scott gjorde. Morgonen darpa sager Scott ska vi visa de videon och Dianne sager tror du de marker. Saklart sager Scott nej. Det forsta Aspen sager nar de visar filmen "Did you swore" Vilket ar en stor sak om man ar mormon. Man kan se hur hon skriker vad i helvete( fast pa engelska) Det blev saklart en stor sak. EN MORMON SVOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385384629131&amp;amp;site=widget-8b.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629131&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p1/2594073385384629131/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629131&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p2/2594073385384629131/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629131&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p4/2594073385384629131/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa tisdagen akte jag och Poulsons till Disney Land( Kadda blev sjuk). DisneyLand har har aven en California avdelning med bla tower of terror man ar fastspand i en hiss och aker upp och ner. nervkittlande. Vi akte Indiana Jones. man sitter i en bil och aker bland indiana jones miljo i grottor och bilen slanger en hit och dit. Jag duckade ett par ganger for mycket for alla laskigheter och slog i huvet for alla laskigheter som stora stenar rullandes i moten och spindlar klattrandes pa vaggarna. I slutet borjade det regna, vilket paminner mig om forra gangen jag var i DisneyLand for sisadar 6 ar sen ;) Nar vi drar oss hemat ropar en liten pojke "MOM" och Dianne vander sig om och skriker "WHAT !?" sa killen blir radd och borjar grata, men vi andra kunde inte halla oss. Efter ett tag nar vi narmar oss bilen sager Dianne " This is really wet rain". Nej ar det sant jag trodde regn var torrt?! 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Mycket god mat. Kalkon, en massa sota pajer. Vi gick pa bio och sa pa den omtalade Twilight. Aspen har last bockerna minst 5 ggr om. Vi besokte mormontemplet och sag pa alla fina jullamp kreaktioner som hade satts upp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385384629259&amp;amp;site=widget-0b.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629259&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p1/2594073385384629259/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629259&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p2/2594073385384629259/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629259&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p4/2594073385384629259/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen pa lordagen var det dags att aka hem. Vi akte till Grand Canyon och jag undrade hur allt detta kom till. Sa klart sager Scott det ar varan himmelska faders skapelse. Jag vantade mig nagot mer vettigt svar, sa undrades nojde jag mig med det.&lt;br /&gt;Pa hemvagen blev jag sjuk. Detta var andra forkylningen pa tva veckor. Jag kunde inte lyfta ett ben. Ferbern var hog, halsen var tjock, ogonen rinnandes. Min andra forkylning pa en vecka. Doktorn hade skrivit ut medicin till mig sa jag inte skulle smitta andra, men komiskt nog smittar jag mig sjalv pa nagot konstigt satt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385384629276&amp;amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629276&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/2594073385384629276/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629276&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/2594073385384629276/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385384629276&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p4/2594073385384629276/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hursomhelst var denna resa fantasisk pa manga satt och vis jag kommer aldrig glomma hur Agnes villade oss upp mella kullar och dalar. Nar vi gick pa Walk of Fame och en rod marra rullandes ut. Disneyland, KnottsBerry Farm, Arizona. Det ar den basta ja gjort pa lange. Sangen stammer "welcome to California, such a lovely place, such a lovely place".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3780752238956970583?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3780752238956970583/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3780752238956970583' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3780752238956970583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3780752238956970583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Such a lovely place'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6577896802715717243</id><published>2008-12-03T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:56:14.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Det ar sorgligt nar man ar stor</title><content type='html'>Sorgligt men sant. Igar under dress rehearseln provade jag klanningen jag ska ha pa mig under vara fyra performances i draman och gissa vad den passar inte. Hon matte mig for tva mander sen sa det kanske inte ar sa konstigt eller?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6577896802715717243?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6577896802715717243/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6577896802715717243' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6577896802715717243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6577896802715717243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/det-ar-sorgligt-nar-klanningen-man-ska.html' title='Det ar sorgligt nar man ar stor'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3320248593089524938</id><published>2008-11-25T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:15:11.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solen skiner</title><content type='html'>Livet leker, solen skiner och jag har det underbart har i Kalifornien. JUst nu befinner jag mig i LA och lever livets glada dagar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3320248593089524938?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3320248593089524938/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3320248593089524938' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3320248593089524938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3320248593089524938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/solen-skiner.html' title='Solen skiner'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5008434338677381772</id><published>2008-11-19T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:00:53.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SST8tcsC2JI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QwHj1WvbzDU/s1600-h/IMG_2174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270615321655564434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SST8tcsC2JI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QwHj1WvbzDU/s400/IMG_2174.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/7235848487562593291-5008434338677381772?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5008434338677381772/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5008434338677381772' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5008434338677381772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5008434338677381772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_436.html' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SST8tcsC2JI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QwHj1WvbzDU/s72-c/IMG_2174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-4686184572024120331</id><published>2008-11-17T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:53:10.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu ar det jul igen Nu ar det jul igen.</title><content type='html'>Nastan iallafall, ikvall under home-evening ska vi kla granen. Lite tidigt kan tyckas men mysigt iaf. Jag har alltid velat delta i en typisk amerikansk jul. Vilket ska bli intressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igar holl jag tal i young-womans( tjejer i aldrarna 12-18, som samlas efter kyrkan i kyrkan och pratar om allt mojligt fran respekt till klader). Allas foraldrar var dar. Gissa om jag var nervos? Om sanningen ska fram har jag aldrig varit sa nervos som jag var. Allas vuxna ogon pa mig. Det var under Evening in Excellence, dar alla tjejer har utfort ett projekt som man ar stolt over. Kan ni gissa vad jag pratade om? Mitt liv som utbytesstudent saklart. Jag berattade lite om varat lands tro om min familj etc. Hursomhelst fick publiken sig ett gott skratt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETT GOTT SKRATT FORLANGER LIVET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-4686184572024120331?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4686184572024120331/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=4686184572024120331' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4686184572024120331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4686184572024120331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/nu-ar-det-jul-igen-nu-ar-det-jul-igen.html' title='Nu ar det jul igen Nu ar det jul igen.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-4751955095317957679</id><published>2008-11-14T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:57:04.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SR09DSm5EhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1zbp2l50UzA/s1600-h/rdtyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268434265837212178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SR09DSm5EhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1zbp2l50UzA/s320/rdtyy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7235848487562593291-4751955095317957679?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4751955095317957679/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=4751955095317957679' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4751955095317957679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4751955095317957679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SR09DSm5EhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1zbp2l50UzA/s72-c/rdtyy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6606620176201136919</id><published>2008-11-14T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:59:41.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sjuk kan vara nagot bra.</title><content type='html'>Efter tva dagars envist snorande och nysande kanns det antligen bra igen. Jag har pratat med D om allt som jag hakat upp mig pa. Det ar konstigt att en fyrtionioaring, en tolvaring och en artonaring kan vara sa lika. Jag har varit hemma och vi har kollat pa film en massa film. Det borjade med the Cutting Edge, den var mycket bra MYCKET. Sen rullade det pa med allt fran en historia om tva barn med en drogpaverkad mamma till Scarlett O Hara. Yes Gone With The Wind. Den ar fyra timmar lang sa D forsvann efter en timme. Efter forsta delen kande jag starkt for mat sa jag gick upp till skafferiet och fann om inte D klattrandes pa skafferiets alla hyllor efter nagot (el. en massa) och vi gravde fram allt mojlig gott (onyttigt). Efter vara cravings gick vi over till ol pa YouTube vi kollade pa alla mojliga reklamer om ol och skrattade huvudena av oss. Vilket kan lata konstigt en mormon som inte dricker. Men denna mormon ar valdigt annorlunda fran andra mormoner vill jag lova. Fast hon dricker inte. Hursomhelst sa kanns allt bra igen jag kanner mig dum att jag nagonsin tvivlade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6606620176201136919?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6606620176201136919/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6606620176201136919' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6606620176201136919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6606620176201136919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/efter-tva-dagars-envist-snorande-och.html' title='Sjuk kan vara nagot bra.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-8859543758174301409</id><published>2008-11-11T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:22:27.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going round round up and down</title><content type='html'>Agnes ar en hit i detta hem. Alla gar och nynnar pa latarna och man blir glad av dem, sa istallet for sveriges idol ar hon numera aven Idahos Idol. Tack pappa och mamma for skivan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-8859543758174301409?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8859543758174301409/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=8859543758174301409' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8859543758174301409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8859543758174301409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-going-round-round-up-and-down.html' title='I&apos;m going round round up and down'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-8352047859991138638</id><published>2008-11-10T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:02:22.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibland ar det jobbigt.</title><content type='html'>Annu en ny dag och for att inte glomma en ny president. Jag kunde inte hjalpa att borja grata nar han vann. Det kandes som ett lyft. Det var dock lite svart nar de man bor hos ar republikaner de grat tarar fast av ledsamhet. Nej riktigt sa allvarligt var det inte men lite konstigt var det allt. Just nu kanner jag mig stressad sliten och vet inte vad jag ska ta mig till riktigt. Jag forstar mig inte pa tyskar och mammor ibland och jag ar trott pa Gud. Vilket ar svart for i denna lilla stad kretsar allt kring denne "man". Sa idag grat jag for forsta gangen och i skolan. Pinsamt, pinsamt. Ett tecken pa att denna stad ar liten ar den att sa fort jag kom hem, eller ja efter nagra minuter fragr D varfor grat du i skolan idag. Vad ska man svara pa detta jag ar trott pa den person som styr ditt liv. hmm, inte det basta och for att inte tala om hur i skjutsingen fick hon reda pa det. Hursomhelst foljde jag med henne och hamtade A fran dansen och forklarade hur jag kande mig sa nu kanns det lite battre iaf. Till alla er dar hemma jag saknar er forbaskat och mina vanner, jag saknar att prata med nagon man verkligen kan lita pa. Det vore snallt om ni kunde skriva nagon liten rad har i bloggen sa jag far reda pa hur ni har det bara lite alldagliga saker sadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAKNAR ER EN MASSA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-8352047859991138638?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8352047859991138638/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=8352047859991138638' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8352047859991138638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8352047859991138638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/annu-en-ny-dag-och-for-att-inte-glomma.html' title='Ibland ar det jobbigt.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3028225761999539436</id><published>2008-11-04T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:26:24.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama or McCain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vote Button" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/b/vote1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.2NXC/bHQ9MTIyNTgyODkwMTk1NCZwdD*xMjI1ODI4OTMyMDg4JnA9MzkwMSZkPWdyYXBoaWNzJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD1wb2xscyZvPTMxYjZiMzNhZTE2NDRmN2RhOTFhODMwNGRkZGFlNmNm.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3028225761999539436?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3028225761999539436/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3028225761999539436' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3028225761999539436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3028225761999539436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/hjkh.html' title='Obama or McCain?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3967046400886878106</id><published>2008-11-02T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:38:40.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treat</title><content type='html'>Okej jag vet inte var jag ska borja det har hant mycket den senaste manaden for att inte tala om halloween... Denna manad som varit har innehallit bade roligheter och inte sa roliga heter. Men nu ar allt bra igen. Halloween var laskigt jag och nagra andra akte till the Haunted Forest, det var sa laskigt sa jag holl pa att kissa pa mig, men vilken upplevelse ;) efter det akte vi hem till Courtney och sag pa the Eye och att se den med kineser var laskigt no offense mot kineser men det far mig att tanka pa alla laskiga filmer med dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag var i Pocatello och sov over under Halloween och det kanns konstigt jag har nastan ingen hemlangtan till Sverige men nar jag ar borta fran Aberdeen och huset har kan jag fa hemlangtan. Konstigt jag fran staden saknar the middle of nowhere, ja tror nog jag ar mer en countrygirl an en citygirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under min vistelse har jag traffat manga olika personligeter och asikter for att inte tala om Gud. Det ar konstigt sa manga kontraster det finns fran mormoner till katoliker. Mormoner ar oskuldsfulla, dricker inte, roker inte och blablabla katoliker dricker mer an nagon annan en del tar droger, vilka kontraster det finns. For stunden har jag aldrig varit mer forvirrad om Gud och livet efter detta. Var jag en gar har folk starka asikter men olika om Gud, sa jag vet inte vad jag ska tro pa. Jag pratade med en katolik som sa att man kom till helvetet om man gor gor mycket av nagot som att ata for mycket. I sanna fall kommer jag komma till helvetet utan tvekan. Om man ska tro pa mormoner sa finns det olika nivaer av himlen den basta ar paradiset och dar kommer de som har foljt Gud genom livet och ska lara de andra om detsamma. Alla dessa funderingar och undringar far mig att undra finns det verkligen en Gud?! Det ar en fraga med manga svar men vilken ar ratt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264322080442418146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SQ6hCmQEA-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/APCG2XGt2JI/s400/IMG_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ( detta ar vi efter the Haunted Forest vi sprang pa nagra mindre anglar och djavular ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3967046400886878106?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3967046400886878106/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3967046400886878106' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3967046400886878106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3967046400886878106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/treat.html' title='Treat'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SQ6hCmQEA-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/APCG2XGt2JI/s72-c/IMG_1610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5924489780808827735</id><published>2008-10-31T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:02:00.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="pyzam-scaryprank-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/scaryprank.swf" width="550" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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Veckan har varit hektiskt. Forra veckan var jag D och K i Idaho Falls for att leta halloweenkostym. Nar jag var klar ville jag fixa mobil. Jag hade inget att gora sa jag bestamde mig for att lifta till Wal-Mart. En trevlig liten tant skjutsade mig och blablabla... nar jag berattade for D om den snalla damen fick jag hoera att det ar farligt speciellt eftersom jag hade gatt tillbaka, vem som helst kan komma och kidnappa dig (det var mitt pa ljusa dagen halla?!) fast har i staterna forsvinner folk jamt och standigt aven mitt pa ljusa dagen. Det gjorde mig radd att tanka pa vad som skulle kunna ha hant. Vilket far mig att tanka pa helgen jag och Kadda var namligen med IEC:n och hennes utbytesstudent (fran Thailand) i Twin Falls och campade. Kadda forsvann nar vi var i en affar. Vi ropade i en halvtimme efter henne. Jag var extra uppskramd efter D:s berattelse om kidnappning, men efter en halvtimme kom hon fram hon hade gatt och snackat med agaren til en "cool" bil. Da fick jag aterigen hoera om alla hemska historier som har hant har. Det gjorde mig annu mer radd. Jag, K och Carlen satt uppe och snackade till tidig morgon vid lagerelden om allt mojligt fran svenska fiskar till Gud.. Det ar inte alla som har hort coyotes yla mitt i natten och kossor verkar aldrig sova iaf inte har.&lt;br /&gt;Nar vi senare kom hem, till lilla Aberdeen, efter ylande hundar och kossor, marker jag att D:s bils fonster ar trasigt. Vem hade sonder det om inte jag. Angest som jag fick fragar jag varfor hon inte visar minsta tillstymmelse till arghet sager hon &lt;strong&gt;" Do you think that would make you feel better if I get angry on you" &lt;/strong&gt;Vilket fick mig att borja tanka. Ibland kanns det som att alla vill en ont och utnyttjar varje chans till att tracka ner pa andra sa att dem sjalva kanner sig battre. Det ar en sak jag gillar mycket med denna familj man satter alltid andras behov framfor en sjalv och gor det basta for att alla ska ha det bra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259761895409371186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SP5tk5MCyDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4dnDX2qX2V4/s400/Kadda+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Detta ar vi, fran huset, i Salt Lake efter konferensen och bakom oss ar ett mormon tempel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3563109500006566579?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3563109500006566579/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3563109500006566579' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3563109500006566579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3563109500006566579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sover-aldrig-kossor.html' title='Sover aldrig kossor'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SP5tk5MCyDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4dnDX2qX2V4/s72-c/Kadda+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7107874104592659784</id><published>2008-10-15T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:24:35.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-66.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2594073385378694246&amp;site=widget-66.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=2594073385378694246&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-66.slide.com/p1/2594073385378694246/lt_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Jag var den enda som var hemma. Efter en timmes noggrann genomgang av huset kom Scott hem. Han undrade varfor jag var sa smutsig och jag svarade "Jag har forsokt att dammsuga i over en timme, men inget hander". Det visade sig lite senare att jag inte hade satt pa huvudsaken. Det var darfor jag hela tiden stod i ett moln av damm. Efter ett andra forsok och det ar fortfarande ett moln av damm (eller flera) kommer Scott till min raddning igen och den har gangen ar det suget som inte ar pa. Sa for sista och tredje gangen sa dammsuger jag overvaningen och det lyckades, men jag var dock inte lika noggrann denna gangen. Efter en och en halvtimmes tappert forsok att vara snall och stada var jag trott. Mina lungor kanns som bly och var jag en gar har jag nu ett moln av damm efter mig. Sa gar det nar Louise forsoker vara snall iaf i Usa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-1200199608082080479?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1200199608082080479/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=1200199608082080479' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1200199608082080479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1200199608082080479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/varfor-ar-det-bara-jag-som-lyckas.html' title='Dammsugning ar inget for mig.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-1339157553428548763</id><published>2008-10-14T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:57:05.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jag ar tjock</title><content type='html'>Forsta sondagen varje manad fastar man har eller iaf alla mormoner. Man far inte dricka och ata nagonting. Anledningen till att man gor det ar att istallet for att spendera pengar pa mat den dagen sa skanker man de pengarna till dem fattiga och behovande. Vilket later vettigt sa i sondags var de dags, vi gjorde det denna sondag istallet for forra for att da var det konferens. Jag som alskar mat hade svart att halla mig i 24 timmar det ar en lang tid om man ser i matvag. Sa nar de 24 tmmarna antligen gatt var alla torstiga och utsvultna och jag ar fortfarande hungrig efter det, men inget ar sa gott som att ata nar man ar hungrig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-1339157553428548763?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1339157553428548763/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=1339157553428548763' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1339157553428548763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1339157553428548763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/jag-ar-tjock.html' title='Jag ar tjock'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-4189298538914093377</id><published>2008-10-14T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:12:04.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swednska</title><content type='html'>Innan jag kom hit tyckte jag att svenskan inte alls ar konstigt den ar helt normal for oss svenskar saklart, men nu nar jag ar har har jag upptackt att svenska ar ganska konstigt, Det ar bara en massa konstiga ord. Fast engelskan ar ganska konstigt den med varfor doper man ett barns forebild till vi behover bajsa?! Winnie the Pooh(We-need-to-poo) och sweatshirt( svettroja)? jag fragade familjen det igar och de hade inget vettigt svar D svarade med att "Du far mig att tanka sa mycket" (Amerikanare tanker namligen inte sa mycket som vi gor) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varfor pratar vi inte alla samma sprak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-4189298538914093377?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4189298538914093377/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=4189298538914093377' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4189298538914093377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/4189298538914093377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/swednska.html' title='Swednska'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5368102354008035519</id><published>2008-10-12T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:56:01.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kan man nagonsin trottna pa att skratta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Idag skrattade jag sa mycket sa jag har kramp i magen. . Det ar sno har nu. Det slog om snabbt fran 40 grader till snostorm sa idag var det kriiig. Jag vann saklart! Klockan ar ett har nu och jag ska ga och lagga mig fast jag har spanska som maste goras. Jag har tankt mycket senaste tiden om fordomar fordomar om folk som inte fortjanar det. Min forsta tanke nar jag horde att jag skulle bo hos mormoner var. NEJ, inte amish. Ingen tv ingen dator ingenting. Det visade sig vara helt fel. De kor bil, bloggar kollar pa tv. De har inget med amish att gora. Mormoner ar helt vanliga manniskor men har en valdigt stark tro pa Gud, som vilket religion som helst. Deras religion skiljer sig lite ifran de ovriga. Deras religion gar ut pa att var sa vanlig och hjalpsam som mojligt. Vilket gor de till de trevligaste manniskorna jag nagonsin traffat, fast visst de har negativa sidor med fast det har med de sjalva att gora inte religionen. De har valdigt starka asikter om saker och ting. De dricker inte de roker inte de dricker inget med koffein i, men de alskar choklad iallafall mamman i denna familj. Ni har sakert ocksa trott att i den mormoniska tron ingar flergifte. FEL!! Det ar helt emot deras regler. Man ska halla sig till en forevigt. De ar emot preventivmedel for det tror att varje kropp har en sjal( spirit) som de inte vill ta livet av. Nu later det som mormoner ar perfekta. Det ar de inte iallafall inte denna familj. Ibland dricker de cola for att halla sig vakna ibland svar de(ytterst sallan). Jag har blivit tillsagd manga ggr att inte skratta under bon. Men tji fick den som sa det. Haromsistens nar jag Aspen, Ian och mamman skulle be familjebonen borjade jag och Aspen skrattade utan anledning. Dianne sager at oss att sluta "seriously" sekunden efter nar vi borjat om brister hon ut i skratt. Gapskratt!!!! Vi fattar ingenting och efter nagra minuter nar alla skrattat klart ( vi skrattar for hon skrattar) sager hon " Anybody wants a peanut?!" fran The Princess Bride" Det ar hennes forklaring till hennes skrattanfall. Den lamaste av alla. Nu kan hon aldrig mer saga till mig HAHAHHAHA!!! Men jag tycker om familjen mer en allt annat och ska gora allt for att detta ar ska bli sa bra som mojligt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Har ni fatt vykorten jag skickade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5368102354008035519?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5368102354008035519/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5368102354008035519' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5368102354008035519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5368102354008035519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/kan-man-nagonsin-bli-trott-pa-att.html' title='Kan man nagonsin trottna pa att skratta!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5333305068509793392</id><published>2008-10-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:16:55.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama, McCain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SO7tl598YzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/n2DWnOlBBws/s1600-h/mccain-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nu ar det bestamt jag och Kadda ska sta under valdagen(4/11) och valkomna alla som rostar in till vallokalen, vilket kan tyckas lite markligt tva foreignstudents med var halvrostiga engelska ska prata om varfor det ar viktigt att rosta och hur det hela gar till. Forhoppningsvis forstar dem, om inte kanske en hel communities roster gar till spillo. Vi far se! &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/7235848487562593291-5333305068509793392?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5333305068509793392/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5333305068509793392' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5333305068509793392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5333305068509793392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-mccain.html' title='Obama, McCain?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5131012417814861937</id><published>2008-10-09T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:39:44.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Louise can do it, because she is so nice.</title><content type='html'>Japp, igar blev jag inofficiellt medlem i viktvaktarnas program. Igar kvall nar vi satt och pratade med D bestamde vi oss alla for att leva ett nyttigare liv. D som redan ar en veteran inom dieter och har hallit pa med viktvaktarna lange hjalpte oss med vara papper sa satte vi igang, jag, kadda och aspen. Jag far ata hogst 18 poang per dag, sa just nu skriker min mage efter mat. Men redan pa forsta lektionen glmode jag bort det, for kylie en av tjejerna bjod pa godis och godisbesatt som jag ar glomde totalt bort poang och sallad och tog en hel nave, sa ikvall blir det ingen middag for mig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tror ni jag kommer att klara det?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5131012417814861937?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5131012417814861937/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5131012417814861937' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5131012417814861937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5131012417814861937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/tror-ni-jag-klara-viktvaktarnas-program.html' title='Louise can do it, because she is so nice.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7129391394227722842</id><published>2008-10-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:39:58.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu drar jag pa mormonkonferens till Salt Lake City! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-7129391394227722842?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7129391394227722842/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=7129391394227722842' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7129391394227722842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7129391394227722842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/salt-lake.html' title='Salt Lake'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-1801261051006640854</id><published>2008-10-01T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:31:32.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcXyiMCnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1HdsDOotoFs/s1600-h/IMG_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252424629192755826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcXyiMCnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1HdsDOotoFs/s320/IMG_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcZYQwIPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kbyAiRR1GfY/s1600-h/IMG_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252424656500039922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcZYQwIPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kbyAiRR1GfY/s320/IMG_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcZhZiI4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zxgO_482DPc/s1600-h/IMG_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252424658952790914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcZhZiI4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zxgO_482DPc/s320/IMG_1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcZn4rKZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FoLC8tNIxyM/s1600-h/IMG_1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252424660694018450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcZn4rKZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FoLC8tNIxyM/s320/IMG_1040.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/7235848487562593291-1801261051006640854?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1801261051006640854/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=1801261051006640854' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1801261051006640854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/1801261051006640854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORcXyiMCnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1HdsDOotoFs/s72-c/IMG_1043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-8651124870261285822</id><published>2008-09-30T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:40:57.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hemskheter</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Idag hande nagot mycket hemskt nar vi var och jobbade. Det hade gatt en timme eller tva och helt plotsligt hors ett hjartskarande skrik. Det var en kille i tjugoarsaldern som fastnade under en stor lastbil full med potatis. Rullbandet, som leder potatisarna till os fran lastbilen gick inte iganf sa han som korde den forsokt fixa den och stoppade upp benet mellan bandet och lastbilen helt plotsligt b;rjar bandet rulla igen och hela hans ben bands upp emellan sa han hangde i benet med hela kroppen som tyngd. Alla som var dar inklusive mig gjorde allt vad vi kunde for att fa loss honom det tog en hel halvtimme. Ambulans, helikopter, polis och alla kom for att hjalpa till. Nar han val kom loss var benet sa pass skadat att hela knaskalen stod ou och smalbenet stod ut. Det var det ackligaste jag sett i hela mitt liv. Han flogs forst till Pocatello, men transporterades vidare till Salt Lake for battre vard. De kanske maste amputera bort hela benet. Det sorgliga ar att ingen vet om han ar har pa laglig grund( Han ar fran Mexico) sa han kanske kommer vara tvungen att aka tillbaka dit med en fru som gar i vantans tider. Det fina ar att nar allt stok var over sa samlades vi alla och bad for honom, aven om jag inte ar troende kunde jag kanna att han kommer nog bli bra, det kommer att ordna sig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om ni vill forsta det hela lite battre ga in pa Diannes blogg.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-8651124870261285822?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8651124870261285822/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=8651124870261285822' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8651124870261285822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/8651124870261285822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/hemskheter.html' title='Hemskheter'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6339140524698846257</id><published>2008-09-27T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:31:19.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way heres some pictures of my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8WFjRaQbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WXUMcKVIRY0/s1600-h/IMG_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250939975160709554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8WFjRaQbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WXUMcKVIRY0/s320/IMG_0978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8WF-xntcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/twBgIr7XHhM/s1600-h/IMG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250939982543566274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8WF-xntcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/twBgIr7XHhM/s320/IMG_0980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8WGPxC1uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dLfJgVyeM7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250939987104552674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8WGPxC1uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dLfJgVyeM7Y/s320/IMG_0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is my room with comforter and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6339140524698846257?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6339140524698846257/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6339140524698846257' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6339140524698846257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6339140524698846257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-way-heres-some-pictures-of-my-house.html' title='By the way heres some pictures of my house'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8WFjRaQbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WXUMcKVIRY0/s72-c/IMG_0978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-672447242856556101</id><published>2008-09-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:12:42.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potatis Potatis Potatis</title><content type='html'>sa ar Harvest i full gang och vi ar lediga i tva veckor det later slappt men det ar det definitivt inte vi jobbar fran 8 till 8 ibland nio edt enda vi gor ar att plocka smuts fran alla dessa potatisar fran ett rullband, men vi gor det inte gratis no no. vi far 10 000 kr efter de har tva veckorna, men oj vad man blir yr istallet for att rakna far pa natten raknar man potatis. Igar var det ganska jobbigt jag var uppe nastan hela natten och pratade med mamman om allt mellan himmel och jord, sa jag gick till sangs klockan tre och var tvungen att ga upp sju sa jag var trott och att kolla pa alla dessa rullandes potatisar nar man ar trott gor sa att man blir annu mer trott, jag hjalpte ocksa henne med hennes blogg ocksa sa om ni nan gang gar in och tittar sa har jag hjalpt, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN7WB-WMt2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xn-ZEGsXMvg/s1600-h/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250869544964896610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN7WB-WMt2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xn-ZEGsXMvg/s320/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Idag hade vi varat forsta mote med andra exhange students fran detta omrade det var roligt en massa tyskar. Sen shoppade vi i Pocatello hela dagen med en annan utbytesstudent och som vanlitg kopte jag hela affaren och malin och jessica boy vilka saker jag hittat jag sager bara I ♥  dinosaurs. Efter det akte vi hem till den andra utbytesstudenten. Nu ska jag ata och ja det ar potatis som bjuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250941807670044658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN8XwN5rp_I/AAAAAAAAAII/3kqzilUau1g/s320/IMG_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-672447242856556101?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/672447242856556101/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=672447242856556101' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/672447242856556101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/672447242856556101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/potatis-potatis-potatis.html' title='Potatis Potatis Potatis'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SN7WB-WMt2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xn-ZEGsXMvg/s72-c/IMG_0987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5544165352190213577</id><published>2008-09-22T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:14:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forsta mandagen som 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SNhCnuHJn-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bW-zvY6rXd0/s1600-h/IMG_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018615860666338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SNhCnuHJn-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bW-zvY6rXd0/s200/IMG_0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa var det mandag och jag ar 18. Min fodelsedag borjade med att de overraskade mig pa morgonen med rosa tarta och happy Birthday skyltar i hela huset. Sen gjorde vi lite annat ;) Vi gar bara idag och imorgon i skolan denna vecka sen ar det Harvest som galler i tva och en halv vecka. Nu har jag varit i kyrkan tre ggr och det ar intressant igar var vi i Amercian Falls en annan kyrka for dianne och scott hade tal dar. Scott ar en sk Stake president over kyrkan sa han haller tal da och da. Igar akte jag och Aspen omkring pa en four wheeler det var roligt forutom alla flugor som fastnade i tandstallning sa nar vi kom hem var vi smutsiga av alla vattenpolar vi kort i. X), sen hade vi tartkrig med min fina rosa tarta och dopte en duva till Sparkle som senare dog .Rest in peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5544165352190213577?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5544165352190213577/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5544165352190213577' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5544165352190213577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5544165352190213577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/forsta-mandagen-som-18.html' title='Forsta mandagen som 18'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SNhCnuHJn-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bW-zvY6rXd0/s72-c/IMG_0809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-1819273521285757808</id><published>2008-09-17T18:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:07:18.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puss Puss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SNLZqRncWYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eq98FRRcLkk/s1600-h/IMG_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247495836146620802" style="FLOAT: left; 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Homecoming week betyder att varje dag har vi haft ett tema vi ska kla ut oss till i mandags skulle vi alla bara hattar, igar skulle vi var superhjaltar eller deras fiender. Idag ar det business day, imorgon ar det 80s och pa fredag ska vi vara svarta och orangea for det ar vart teams farger sa pa fredag nar de spelar ska vi alla vara helt orangea och svarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagarna har i Idaho bara flyter pa fotbollstraningarna ar galna vi har traning tva ggr om dagen en kvart i sex pa morgonen och en klockan tio pa kvallen. Idag ar min forsta match The Tigers( varat team) mot "Snake Lake". WISH ME LUCK!! Igar var de powderpuff det ar nar tjejerna spelar amerikansk fotboll och killarna ar cheerleaders. That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvest is in the air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6436773057504307699?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6436773057504307699/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6436773057504307699' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6436773057504307699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6436773057504307699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/homecoming-week.html' title='Homecoming week'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3095026307120493612</id><published>2008-09-15T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:03:33.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adress</title><content type='html'>Louise Roeck-Hansen&lt;br /&gt;c/o Family Poulson&lt;br /&gt;2831 W. 1500 S&lt;br /&gt;aberdeen ID 83210&lt;br /&gt;Idaho&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Adress'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-5049639236889451148</id><published>2008-09-12T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:05:46.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>min familjs blogg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poulsonpotatopatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.poulsonpotatopatch.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-5049639236889451148?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5049639236889451148/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=5049639236889451148' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5049639236889451148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/5049639236889451148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/min-familjs-blogg.html' title='min familjs blogg'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-3349178103023160117</id><published>2008-09-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:20:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annu en dag pa landet</title><content type='html'>nu har jag varit har i en vecka och det blir bara battre och roligare for varje dag som gar, forutom igar pa fotbollstraningen vi hade bara fysik oh my vad alla hamburgare forsvann. folk tror antagligen att jag kommer vara fet nar jag kommer hem men det tvivlar jag pa efter dessa satans traningar. anyway sa ar huset fullt just nu med barn och barnbarn mycket underhallande. jag har bara haft en laxa en sa lange... (japp det var hunden far)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-3349178103023160117?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3349178103023160117/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=3349178103023160117' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3349178103023160117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/3349178103023160117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/annu-en-dag-pa-landet.html' title='annu en dag pa landet'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6714218622198752925</id><published>2008-09-05T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:13:53.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa multi-media</title><content type='html'>nu sitter jag vid datorn igen som sagt ig[r akte vi around the town den ar valdigt liten so men det var roligt vi at tyskt godis, glass och lyssnade pa abba. Dianne min amerikanska mamma loves abba sa det ar fun efter det akte vi hem och lyssnade pa annu mer abba men nu var det mamma mia soundtracket. Vi kommer se filmen snart for tysken har inte sett den och dianne vill att hon ska se den det var lange sen nu ;). Snart slutar skolan och jag ska till min fotbollstraning. Hoppas de inte ar allt for bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juste jag visade ocksa lite bilder fran fb och Dianne tyckte att alla mina vanner skulle kunna vara modeller ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6714218622198752925?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6714218622198752925/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6714218622198752925' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6714218622198752925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6714218622198752925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/pa-multi-media.html' title='Pa multi-media'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-6130262435812742281</id><published>2008-09-05T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:10:26.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hur dubbelklickar jag pa en knapp</title><content type='html'>Nu sitter jag har pa datalektion jga har precis gjort klar en uppgift sa jag far gora vad jag vill. Mitt schema ar det lattaste ever. Jag har drama som forsta english andra, art-basic, fit for life det ar idrott och nu har jag computer sen ska jag ha american history och multi-media. Detta ar forsta dagen i skolan alla ar valdigt trevliga och hjalpsamma. En fraga vi fick pa datalektion var how do you doubbleclick a button? valdigt enkel sa nu sitter jag har och gor ingenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imorse kom mitt baggage ANTLIGEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igar foljde jag med Dianne around the town hon skulle fixa naglarna vi akte omkring och at glass och tyskt godis Haribo, det var min lunch, pa kvallen at vi annu en av mina favoriter namligen hamburgare sen akte vi och kollade pa amerikansk fotboll sonen Ian spelar. jag skriver mer senare klockan ringde precis ut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-6130262435812742281?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6130262435812742281/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=6130262435812742281' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6130262435812742281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/6130262435812742281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/pa-datalektion.html' title='Hur dubbelklickar jag pa en knapp'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235848487562593291.post-7493472320808461906</id><published>2008-09-02T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:24:24.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Närmare bestämt Idaho</title><content type='html'>Japp, det är där jag ska befinna mig de närmsta 311 dagarna, hos Mr and Mrs Poulson. Folk som frågar mig hur det känns får svaret jag vet inte jag har faktiskt ingen aning om hur det känns. Jag är både rädd och förväntansfull jag har ju ingen aning om någonting faktiskt. Det kommer upp en massa frågor hela tiden. Hur lever de, hur ser de ut, kommer de tycka om mig ? Jag har hört att amerikanare generellt är väldigt trevliga, då är det bara att hoppas att de lever upp till det.&lt;br /&gt;Ni alla som är kvar i Sverige vill jag bara säga att jag kommer tänka och sakna er varje dag, men jag kommer tillbaka.&lt;br /&gt;Som sagt om man säger att man har fjärilar i magen har jag så många nu så jag borde kvävas. Herrejesus vad jag är nervös herrejesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imorgon vid den här tiden kommer jag sitta på ett plan över Atlanten och undra vad tusan har jag gett mig in in, men har man gett sig in i leken får man leken tåla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SL0uEHashRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O5s0I4Kbjc0/s1600-h/USA-flag-726316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241396189574497554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SL0uEHashRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O5s0I4Kbjc0/s320/USA-flag-726316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GRATTIS MALIN PÅ ARTONÅRSDAGEN!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235848487562593291-7493472320808461906?l=louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7493472320808461906/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235848487562593291&amp;postID=7493472320808461906' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7493472320808461906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235848487562593291/posts/default/7493472320808461906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louiseroeckhansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/nrmare-bestmt-idaho.html' title='Närmare bestämt Idaho'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09791091830286825130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SORV-Zuu6VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F2R5z1VK04g/S220/IMG_1039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT4crKKTrPY/SL0uEHashRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O5s0I4Kbjc0/s72-c/USA-flag-726316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
