<?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-5584260969948451097</id><updated>2011-11-06T17:18:42.272-08:00</updated><category term='BYU-I Opera Scenes'/><title type='text'>The Singing Diva</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-1438769320202194622</id><published>2011-10-10T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:36:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's late, and my mind has been whirling with thoughts and impressions of my readings. &lt;br /&gt;A while back, amidst some trying times, a friend recommended that I read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A Single Voice&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Kristen M. Oaks. I must admit, though my friends intentions were amiable, I never opened the front page. But years later, I found myself purchasing this book for myself, and opening the spin and letting myself fall into the thoughts, impressions and experiences of a lovely, uplifting, divine woman who lives the Gospel of Jesus Christ with immense faith and trust. I am not very far in the book, and already, I feel like she and I are kindred spirits. Despite the extreme differences between her experiences and my own, I find a friendship and relationship in these pages, and words of wisdom and advice that have been long needed and sought after. There isn't anything extremely unusual or unheard of about her advice to single women in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, but it's advice that every woman should hear at one point or another, but there's not always a voice to put it in front of us as plainly as she does. &lt;br /&gt;So, while reading this book about becoming a better single Latter-Day Saint woman, I have been dwelling on the thoughts and ideas of who I am. What are the signs and signals that I'm putting out for others to see, hear and read? Who do I want to attract to me to be a friend or companion? I've noticed recently this last week, that something feels like it's missing, and something important. And tonight, I finally realized it! Yes, I am missing "a husband", or someone of that sort, but I'm missing friends and people in my life that would help guide me to where I want to go. I was reading in the Book of Mormon, Alma chapter 48, where it talks about Captain Moroni, and the type of man he was. HE, outside of the examples of Jesus Christ and Joseph Smith, is the type of man (or friend for that matter) that I want in my life. Someone who is not perfect, or has everything in common with me. But rather, someone who strives to do what is best, who knows that there is good and evil in the world, and isn't afraid to fight for what they believe in. They uplift those around them, serve those in need, and rely upon the Lord. "Yea, verily, verily I say unto you, if all men [women] had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto Moroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men."&lt;br /&gt;I am far from perfect, and I am not the most spiritual person so say the least. But I know that if I want people like this in my life, then I need to rise to the occasion, and be worthy of those blessings and people that Heavenly Father has in mind of putting in my path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-1438769320202194622?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1438769320202194622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=1438769320202194622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/1438769320202194622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/1438769320202194622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-late-and-my-mind-has-been-whirling.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-6788653906080077044</id><published>2011-08-22T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:45:14.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting by a Window</title><content type='html'>Everything is put in it's rightful place and organized. The schedule is not complete but will soon figure a way to make all the wants and needs to fit in a timely and orderly fashion. And the best of all, is that I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 2 weeks ago, I began the arduous task of packing up my belongings, once more, and carefully packing up my car (and what later over loaded into my dad's dodge pickup truck). My friend drove down from Idaho to meet up with me and together we would caravan down "the 5" through California to Los Angeles. There we would unpack both of our cars, carry all the belongings up a flight of stairs, and sometimes having to juggle with the stairs, front gates that can not be propted open, and must be unlocked by a magnetic key (for safety reasons of course), and finally collapse on the floor in shock and awe that we made it.&lt;br /&gt;Those next two nights while I awaited patiently and gratefully for my parents to come down with the rest of my "shtuff", were a little longer then I anticipated. As I laid on the air mattress, and listened to the strange noises outside in the big city that I still not familiar with, I wondered how in the heck this was all going to work out. "Was I crazy?"&lt;br /&gt;But to my relief, my mother and father knew exactly what to say and do that would make what was an empty apartment, feel like my own "home" and remind me that this is my time to dedicate to me so that I can later serve others. The furnature was put together and placed in the room, the walls were decorated slightly, and the cubboards filled with with food, books, movies, or clothes and other annonymous items. As they left, and it was just my friend and I heading back to our seperate apartments, my heart was lifted, knowing that my family loved me immensely. That no matter where I could have moved to, they would have done all they could to try and be there for me and help me get established.&lt;br /&gt;So, now, here I sit, after cleaning for the first time, and taking inventory on everything, and having completed my first day as a graduate student, I'm still filled with that same feeling. Even though the sounds of an ice cream truck going down the street, dogs barking, the loud black lady that randomly talks to strangers and the zooming cars that wizz by, I can still feel at home in my apartment. Just me, myself and I; sit and be grateful for everything that i have and continue to wonder how can my life be more blessed then it already has? And what can I do so that I can try and repay just an ounce of what I have been given?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-6788653906080077044?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6788653906080077044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=6788653906080077044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/6788653906080077044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/6788653906080077044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2011/08/sitting-by-window.html' title='Sitting by a Window'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-3193505733516014467</id><published>2011-08-05T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:08:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Sunshine amidst the Fog</title><content type='html'>You know the scene from "The Sound of Music" where Maria is first leaving the abbey to go to the Von Trapp's for the first time, and she is talking about "Whenever the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window...What will this day be like? I wonder. What will my future be? I wonder. It could be so exciting, to be out in the world to be free, my heart should be wildly rejoicing...oh what's the matter with me?"&lt;br /&gt;This is the perfect definition and description of myself at this time in life. With the count down in the single digits to when I move, I should be more and more excited. I have a small understanding and glimpse of what life will be like, but still, I am not entirely sure of myself. &lt;br /&gt;The summer felt like it would never come a few months ago, and now, I feel like there should still be so much time left. Time...our best friend and worst enemy. It is what we make it out to be. In the older Mormon adds on TV they would say, "Isn't it about time?", and all the cliche phrases, "The early bird gets the worm", or "a penny saved, is a penny earned". They all lead to the same thing. What have you been doing with your life? Are you spending it working and trying to get ahead; wistfully trying to daydream your hopes and dreams to reality, playing with your family, squandering, or always trying too hard to make "every little exact thing happen at this precise moment"???? Think about it. I heard on the radio today, that those who took a moment "to smell the roses"; go on a walk with friends, garden, etc live longer then maybe some of those who run marathons (or other activities) that "increase your health". &lt;br /&gt;Life is for the giving and taking. If you are always trying to give to it, eventually you'll find that you've saved nothing for yourself and want something to hold onto in the end. But if you never give back, then you'll have no one to hold onto because they don't have anything else to give you.&lt;br /&gt;I am certain of one thing, and that is that nothing is for certain. The future is a little hazy and foggy, and I am not entirely sure what is on the horizon, but I do know that I am armed with the most essential things in life; family, friends, love and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-3193505733516014467?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3193505733516014467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=3193505733516014467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3193505733516014467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3193505733516014467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2011/08/finding-sunshine-amidst-fog.html' title='Finding Sunshine amidst the Fog'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-8629310753766428832</id><published>2009-09-10T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:30:51.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning - Day One</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted, and I'm sure that by now, most of us have so much on our plates that we don't usually check our blogs (at least me anyways). But I decided that I need to do better. So -- to catch everyone up to speed, here I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's day one, on what will seem like a very long journey for the last long hall of school. I have 4 straight semesters left until I graduate (Fall 09, Winter 10, Spring 10, Fall 10). I am currently trying to find a job that is more local and more time convenience for me to travel to then going down to Idaho Falls everyday and back up. But I'm grateful for the job that I do have at the moment, despite complications, and other little details. I am still at the same address, so if you wish to send me a love note, I will not be offended :). I am living with 5 other girls, one of which has been my roommate for quite some time now, and we usually go and play rugby together. Yes, that's right. I came away to college to become a lady, get an education, meet new people.... and find one of my new loves, rugby. It's a little strange, but I have to admit, I've never had so much fun getting tackled and the adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a music major. And I am currently working with my voice teacher to get myself ready for my senior recital. Which is coming up this next June/July 2010. As well as a possible Metropolitan Opera Competition in Salt Lake. We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment, I'm still alive, a little tired already, but things are good. I have an amazing family and group of friends who help me through each day! Lots of love to everyone and anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-8629310753766428832?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8629310753766428832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=8629310753766428832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/8629310753766428832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/8629310753766428832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginning-day-one.html' title='The Beginning - Day One'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-2802337621139624034</id><published>2009-08-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:49:44.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Game -- Rugby</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441324e7a67304e6a4d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: The Beautiful Game - Rubgy" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441324e7a67304e6a4d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-2802337621139624034?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2802337621139624034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=2802337621139624034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/2802337621139624034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/2802337621139624034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-game-rugby.html' title='The Beautiful Game -- Rugby'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-5742303654324945246</id><published>2009-06-11T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:03:01.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>'Ello, 'Ello, 'Ello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially suck at communication during the summer. But who doesn't right?&lt;br /&gt;I am living in Rexburg, ID year round now, and am working at Express Employment Professionals in Idaho Falls, ID. I love my employer, and somedays my job. I mostly help other people try and find a job in the economy right now. It has it's up and downs, but I'm definately learning alot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun being in a town full of people my own age, having people and things to do, and fun stories to retell, laugh at and then forget to tell everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking voice lessons this summer from Kristine Ciesinski, and LOVING IT! She is helping me find all of my flaws in my voice and trying to help me learn to do it right so that way I'm "Hot Stuff" when I go to audition. But I have another year, so I'm no too worried.&lt;br /&gt;But life is good -- -- there will be a few more updates in a few. Pictures, stories, and hopefully.... I will see you most in a month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-5742303654324945246?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5742303654324945246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=5742303654324945246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/5742303654324945246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/5742303654324945246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-overdue-update.html' title='Long Overdue Update'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-4526974025305011743</id><published>2009-04-04T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:37:58.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This last week I was able to sing for one of my classes that is assosiated to my voice lessons (it's called masterclass). And it's common to usually sing 1-2 times a semester, but for some reason this semester, I haven't been able to sing for my class, so I was scheduled to sing this last Monday, March 30. But the interesting thing is that my voice teacher, Gina, got hold of me the weekend before Monday, and asked me if I wanted to sing for a guest singer who would be performing at the college later that same week. The guest singer is my opera scenes teacher, Kristine Ciesinski, her sister - Katherina Ciesinski. I couldn't believe it!! I was going to sing for a world renowned opera singer, and one of the top opera/voice teachers at Eastman School of Music in Rodchester, NY. I about passed out from excitement. &lt;a href="http://www.esm.rochester.edu/faculty/ciesinski_katherine"&gt;http://www.esm.rochester.edu/faculty/ciesinski_katherine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday came, and I was more nervous then ever. Cause not only was I singing for Katherine, but also the class was for the entire voice department to come and listen to! Holy Cow! But I "sucked it up" and sang "Elle a Fui" &lt;em&gt;from Tales of Hoffman&lt;/em&gt; by Offenbach. And it was an amazing experience -- and I realized that, once again, that I love to sing. I don't necessariliy like getting all the 'oohs and aahs', but I do like to be recognized as a good singer. And to have Kristine &amp;amp; Katherine both compliment me on my singing -- that was a HUGE self-esteem boost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-4526974025305011743?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4526974025305011743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=4526974025305011743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/4526974025305011743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/4526974025305011743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-last-week-i-was-able-to-sing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-3063544271153163228</id><published>2009-03-29T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:42:24.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized this week that I haven't really told anyone a "big secret" that I had told mom and dad. And I kind of assumed that they would tell everyone else, but maybe not. But I am in actuality staying Rexburg, ID for the summer (or at least until July), and am working here instead of traveling and staying back in CA. It is more expensive, but it'll be worth it. I have a lot of friends here, there is actually hope for me having a social life and dating (yes, I am still single and proud of it), and I get to sing!! The school is putting on two little operas this summer, and I'm 'stoked' about auditioning and trying to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the news is out, I'm not sure what is all in store for me, and I'm not sure what my plans are once my housing contract is up in July, but that is another day, another worry. I love ya, and hope that you are staying warm, cuz Rexburg is having bipolar weather and is sunny for a few minutes that blizzard the next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-3063544271153163228?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3063544271153163228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=3063544271153163228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3063544271153163228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3063544271153163228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-realized-this-week-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-32692324973631841</id><published>2009-03-22T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:31:50.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opera Scenes Winter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f444d794e7a49774e773d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Opera Scenes Winter 2009 &amp; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BYU - IDAHO OPERA SCENES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Monday, March 16, 2009 @ 5:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;Barrus Concert Hall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;(located in the Snow Building)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life if going pretty good other then that - dispite the stupid cold/flu bug that I unfortunately caught. But I'm working my best to get better before this next week. :)&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/5584260969948451097-5435568442952258112?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5435568442952258112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=5435568442952258112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/5435568442952258112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/5435568442952258112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/03/alright-its-about-that-time-again-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-8188389089758811028</id><published>2009-02-23T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:42:53.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaLxvq0dfrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H17lKOYtBxs/s1600-h/Not+the+Lactos+Free+Whip+Cream!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306069112246337202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaLxvq0dfrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H17lKOYtBxs/s320/Not+the+Lactos+Free+Whip+Cream!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaLxvHHYg6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/498s8dbKvOQ/s1600-h/I+don%27t+want+to+sit+on+your+lap!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306069102662026146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaLxvHHYg6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/498s8dbKvOQ/s320/I+don%27t+want+to+sit+on+your+lap!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaLxu_5JuxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wPJAIKOuLN4/s1600-h/I%27m+the+normal+one+in+this+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306069100723288850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaLxu_5JuxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wPJAIKOuLN4/s320/I%27m+the+normal+one+in+this+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommates(Darcie &amp;amp; Carly) and I had a little too much fun with "Lactos Free" Whip Cream. But it was all in name of celebrating Carly's Birthday - - and being crazy college students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And later, her mission call. The crazy life of a college student!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaL7pL4Gv6I/AAAAAAAAABE/WR-Swz5wFJo/s1600-h/Texas+here+I+come!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306079995977187234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaL7pL4Gv6I/AAAAAAAAABE/WR-Swz5wFJo/s320/Texas+here+I+come!.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/5584260969948451097-8188389089758811028?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8188389089758811028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=8188389089758811028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/8188389089758811028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/8188389089758811028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-roommatesdarcie-carly-and-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SaLxvq0dfrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H17lKOYtBxs/s72-c/Not+the+Lactos+Free+Whip+Cream!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-8196696387885197512</id><published>2009-02-11T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:44:33.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;OK!!! I know that this announcement has been long overdue, but -- here it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M OFFICALLY A VOCAL PERFORMANCE MAJOR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;know, not exactly the news that you wanted to get, but I'd at least have the common sense to call you about that kind of news).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But seriously, I offically switched from being a BA in music to preformance today! It's taken me a little while to get everything together, and finally decide what I wanted to do with my education. And I realized, what kind of mother, sister, friend or teacher would tell others to go fight their own dreams, or teach about being a singer, or writer, or anything for that matter, if I didn't find out for myself what I really wanted from life??? And it didn't help that I had a little nudging from my voice teacher these last three years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So -- -- what is now in store for me?? I am in the opera scenes once again this semester for one. But, and this is only temperary, but I think that I am going to be teaching beginners/intermediate voice lesson this summer. Mom, Dad, Joe and some other people have really made me start thinking about this. I love singing, and I definately need the practice teaching. But it would be fun for me, and give other's a chance to learn a little and get some good advice and encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SO -- if you know of anyone in Santa Cruz County area that would like voice lessons this summer. . . I'm glad to be of servious (for more details, stay posted and check in with me after I checkin with myself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-8196696387885197512?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8196696387885197512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=8196696387885197512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/8196696387885197512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/8196696387885197512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/02/official-announcement.html' title='Official Announcement'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-3742673957874722716</id><published>2009-02-01T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:26:55.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a4d314e7a67334e413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Fun in the Snow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a4d314e7a67334e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-3742673957874722716?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3742673957874722716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=3742673957874722716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3742673957874722716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3742673957874722716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-1524095832445437027</id><published>2009-01-23T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:08:33.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SXpbQJa8bMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1NMhJGSrF1M/s1600-h/Carly+%26+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SXpbQJa8bMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1NMhJGSrF1M/s320/Carly+%26+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644644892404930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SXpbPrBZxVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MZJrrF7uBLY/s1600-h/Curls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SXpbPrBZxVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MZJrrF7uBLY/s320/Curls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644636732212562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SXpbPQICJ7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XMozNWM6Lpw/s1600-h/Da+Vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SXpbPQICJ7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XMozNWM6Lpw/s320/Da+Vinci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644629512267698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to do "show and tell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawing is a picture from the exhibit that Mom, Dad and myself went and saw in San Jose, "Da Vinci: 500 years into the Future". It was amazing to see how much of his ideas, and thoughts were actually used and handed down up til today. He truely was a genious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of me with "Shirley Temple" curls, was Mom's and Mine experiment with soft curlers. . . and I honestly really like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other picture is a creation of one of my roommates, Carly Call and I, just being goofs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-1524095832445437027?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1524095832445437027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=1524095832445437027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/1524095832445437027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/1524095832445437027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-forgot-to-do-show-and-tell-drawing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVzB8IpKmS8/SXpbQJa8bMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1NMhJGSrF1M/s72-c/Carly+%26+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-2259411412177876939</id><published>2009-01-23T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:59:07.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"On My Mark; Three, Two, One. . . GO!"</title><content type='html'>Winter Semester for BYU-Idaho has been up and running since January 7th. So, I'm going on my 3-4th week up at school. And today was finally the first day that Rexburg is starting to look like it is winter. We've had some of the hottest weather that Rexburg has seen in a few years. But no complaints about the weather from here - I enjoy the warmth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this semester, I'm kind of taking it easy. Or at least as much as I can as a music major supporting myself during school. But this semester I am taking:&lt;br /&gt;-British Lit (Neoclassicism/Romantic)&lt;br /&gt;-Intro Family History&lt;br /&gt;-Women's Health&lt;br /&gt;-Diction for Singers II&lt;br /&gt;-Ballet&lt;br /&gt;-Voice Lessons III&lt;br /&gt;-Opera Scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a heavy load, but I'm enjoying my classes. Especially women's health and my family history class. I'm learning a lot and getting motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a return missionary who is going to school here that served his mission back at home in Santa Cruz. So it's fun running into him, and getting to know the other side of him. &lt;br /&gt;But my life is pretty simple, a little drama here and there, and it is getting colder. But what else is college life for then if not for the everyday "challenges"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-2259411412177876939?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2259411412177876939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=2259411412177876939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/2259411412177876939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/2259411412177876939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-my-mark-three-two-one-go.html' title='&quot;On My Mark; Three, Two, One. . . GO!&quot;'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-7473327007125066685</id><published>2008-11-19T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:27:59.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opera Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5455774f5441354d513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Opera Scenes" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5455774f5441354d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-7473327007125066685?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7473327007125066685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=7473327007125066685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/7473327007125066685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/7473327007125066685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2008/11/opera-scenes.html' title='Opera Scenes'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584260969948451097.post-3544870379472606831</id><published>2008-11-10T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:06:29.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU-I Opera Scenes'/><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today will premiere the beginning of a long and heavy week of singing and performing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all is well, and everything will work out for the better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starting here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to share stories, jokes, laughs and cries with my nearest and dearest friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;LADIES &amp;amp; GENTLEMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Boys and Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The Singing Diva, Rebekah Barton, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;will be performing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Brigham Young University-Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;OPERA SCENES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Thurs. Nov 13, 2008 @ 7:30pm (staring in Cosi Fan Tutti, Act 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fri. Nov. 14, 2008 @ 7:30pm (Staring in Marriage of Figaro, Letter Duet)&lt;br /&gt;Sat. Nov 15, 2008 @ 2:00pm (Staring in Cosi Fan Tutti, Act 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There you have it. Every one and anyone is welcome to come and listen, watch and enjoy the show and performance. And please!, if it is your first time watching/listening to opera, know this -- YES! Men and women alike in the music department, do really act in this manner all the time, on and off the center stage. :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584260969948451097-3544870379472606831?l=thesingingdiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3544870379472606831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584260969948451097&amp;postID=3544870379472606831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3544870379472606831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584260969948451097/posts/default/3544870379472606831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingingdiva.blogspot.com/2008/11/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Singing Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332595782921719610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
