tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57425230971622727632024-03-13T15:39:27.916-07:00el duendegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-38155741688629175542011-07-01T02:03:00.000-07:002011-07-01T02:03:29.108-07:00in love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxV0OsRpDJOthnz38IaB-AimYRnOhyHfdRk4z4as7eVLRsgwJb2pfG-D6xXFnSIf3l3SPVIEfdIREVqzxlEZw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>i know i know all i do is post music videos. . . . but i can't remember the last time i fell in love with a band like I have with Glasvegas. i seriously can't get enough!!! i promise you will fall in love!geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-9027539591818202332011-05-01T20:33:00.000-07:002011-05-01T20:33:22.698-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">So here is a video that was made of our fashion show. It turned out very well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz3sv7TSR7wxdPSO5_aXT3wpIuVgDb41c806m7aiToqvvEEVniq_-P4nDqr5TcvRwvBpf0u4fm03bE7JCpZqw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-62978920445286013232011-04-22T08:27:00.000-07:002011-04-22T08:27:48.045-07:00What would you do?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfAtlBN8Irw/TbGai2-hMVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ai3NcE3YCB4/s1600/Afghanistan_Map_5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfAtlBN8Irw/TbGai2-hMVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ai3NcE3YCB4/s320/Afghanistan_Map_5.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you were offered a job to work in Afghanistan would you take it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I assume most of you would say no in a heartbeat. As for me, I am really considering it. I would be working for a college that provides educational opportunities for servicemen to gain an education while deployed. I would basically be an academic adviser. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a list of reasons why I should go:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1) An Adventure (I've been studying the Middle East this last semester and I think it what be neat to be able to go there).</div><div style="text-align: center;">2) I wouldn't be on the front line. I would be on the base, totally safe. So my overall safety would not be a concern.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3) I would be making good money that could help pay off a good chunk of my student loans.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4) My training would be in Germany for about a month. BOMB!</div><div style="text-align: center;">5) It would only be for 6 months. Afterward, with the money I was able to earn and save while working I could easily travel Europe. (It will probably be winter, so I would probably stick to the Mediterranean).</div><div style="text-align: center;">6) I think this could be a good missionary opportunity.</div><div style="text-align: center;">7) Also I've really been wanting an experience that will help me grow as an individual and become stronger. I believe this could definitely help me achieve such a thing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some cons:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1) I would probably be gone for Christmas (but it's not like I haven't done that before).</div><div style="text-align: center;">2) I would be in Afghanistan, so there is always some risk involved. Again, I would only be on the base.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3) I would be working 77 hours a work. SUCKS!!! But then again it's only for 6 months. Also I think working all those hours would be kind of an honor. In a sense I would be giving back to the many soldiers that serve our nation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Those are my thoughts on the matter. Decisions. Decisions.</div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-31688696065444834902011-04-18T23:13:00.000-07:002011-04-19T19:17:43.354-07:00Update this!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Where to begin?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1) I've decided not to move to NYC :( The closer it got, the more it didn't feel right. In the moment it felt so good. I thought I was made to be a New Yorker. Who knows? Maybe someday I will make it there, but for right now I am relying that what I was feeling was for some reason I don't know yet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">2) So I had told my employer that I was moving to NYC and before I could tell them that I was no longer going they hired someone else. Which is totally my fault. But there is nothing I can do now. They have been nice enough to let me stay working there through May. Hopefully in the mean time I can find a job. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I am trying to be patient that I will end up going where I need to go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">3) Two Saturdays ago I had my big fashion show. This year it was sooooo legit. Last year was good. But wow!!! this year was phenomenal! (Not to boast or anything!!!) I promise as soon as I get pics I will post them. Some people suggested that I go into event planning, hmmmm!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">4) It was fun to have these 2 critters come visit from NYC. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1jo_OzV4pc/Ta0h-CgPudI/AAAAAAAAAPA/28bL7F97e6U/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1jo_OzV4pc/Ta0h-CgPudI/AAAAAAAAAPA/28bL7F97e6U/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sad not to have these guys as roomies, but hope to be able to visit them soon!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">5) I graduate on Thursday/Friday!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">6) Sunday was a bitter sweet day. My Bishop of 3 years was released. I am happy that he will now be able to spend time with his family. He made so many sacrifices for each one of us in our ward. I can't begin to explain how eternally grateful I am to have known this man. He has seen me at the lowest point in my life. Not once did he judge me. He never turned his back on me, but saw me for who I really am. He saw potential in me and encouraged me to be my best self. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Each member in the bishopric meant so much to me these last couple of years. They had given me so much. I can't publicly tell you the many things they did and said to me because I hold those memories dear to my heart. I wanted to share something with them for once, something that means so much to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">"I am an avid reader of Holocaust literature. Out of all the many books I have read on the subject, this book, <i>The Hiding Place, </i>has impacted my life the most. You may have already read it, for it is a well-known book. Its message is of hope. About three years ago, before I moved into the ward I began to feel that I was alone and that I had been forgotten. As I read this book, I was reminded that despite the evil that may surround us, there is much to be grateful for. When everything seems so bleak and out of control, there is reason to have hope. Though I felt like there could not possibly be anyone that knew exactly what I was going through in that moment, I was reminded that there was one person that understood my pain, my Heavenly Father. I wanted to share this book with you because it was in this book I was reminded that there was still good in the world; that there are still loving, genuine and selfless individuals such as you that exist."</span></span><br />
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</style> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: large;"><o:p> </o:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives, is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see." ~Corrie Ten Boom</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-54591710042229372402011-03-15T21:15:00.000-07:002011-03-17T21:34:53.122-07:00makes me feliz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx1L5EHVyPwcdSCumrV7ywSMAhoCheepFoDxzRsLHu_nlkXtxrZL6w0TOldSfa0xAJ-t0HieMoaNzqbdy0RDQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-79090955553006940552011-03-06T23:42:00.000-08:002011-03-06T23:42:28.167-08:00presenting . . . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzUv6hqFZMa8CQuh7xFEyrKH3025GHsBCgfeC-3696pv8sCtslTCEEAqpyGNRu_n3FLcHDFtS8s2uhrhnFa' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd like to introduce you to <b>Icicle Dust!</b> My girl Devo and her BFF Dakota have partnered up to make some pretty amazing music. They are coming to perform at my fashion show in a month. I can't wait!!!</div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-29639503947528419712011-02-23T13:50:00.000-08:002011-02-23T13:50:29.113-08:00horseees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsCAxe67lzs/TWWA_HfvfYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eRQiN61DltM/s1600/horses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsCAxe67lzs/TWWA_HfvfYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eRQiN61DltM/s1600/horses.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div>I wish winter was all year long. I want this!geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-38421802668865733642011-02-21T14:52:00.000-08:002011-02-21T15:09:45.485-08:0025<div style="text-align: center;">Well this year my b-day <span style="background-color: white;">fell</span> on a Sunday so I decided to celebrate the day before. Last year we went to this fancy Italian restaurant in Salt Lake. I really liked the restaurant but I invited too many people and I sat at the end of the table, which made it difficult to talk to everyone. This year it was only a dinner of 8. Once again I sat at the end of the table and wasn't able to converse with some of my peeps. I decided to go to Osaka and get sushi (well I didn't get real sushi, I usually just get a veggie roll)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s1bT0zlTB0/TWLqZ9eJyBI/AAAAAAAAANk/ULgtn1Rht8c/s1600/My+HipstaPrint+0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s1bT0zlTB0/TWLqZ9eJyBI/AAAAAAAAANk/ULgtn1Rht8c/s320/My+HipstaPrint+0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wall & Kim came and bickered, it did make for an entertaining evening. Kim bought me a boquet of balloons and made me carry them through the freakin restaurant, ugh!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7HkusVvytE/TWLtD1levXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6YrbGUSnSQU/s1600/My+HipstaPrint+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7HkusVvytE/TWLtD1levXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6YrbGUSnSQU/s320/My+HipstaPrint+22.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Malcomb made me a bomb red velvet cake. (which my roomates devored yesterday)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhM-V1fCeg/TWLtFNq_uRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jhKVIoc8EBY/s1600/My+HipstaPrint+33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhM-V1fCeg/TWLtFNq_uRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jhKVIoc8EBY/s320/My+HipstaPrint+33.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">After dinner we went to the Walls and played a little poker. Wall wanted to make it strip poker but Kim was not pleased with the idea. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xT5uZtEm3g/TWLtGtxs8TI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_a-EFII-Y7o/s1600/My+HipstaPrint+55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xT5uZtEm3g/TWLtGtxs8TI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_a-EFII-Y7o/s320/My+HipstaPrint+55.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Wall kicked our trash!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGdnHYXJQTQ/TWLtLHPNy5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/48akASZyCFM/s1600/photo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGdnHYXJQTQ/TWLtLHPNy5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/48akASZyCFM/s320/photo2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Malcomb was pissed she was losing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5Zk7I6xf0Q/TWLs_yB23SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/M3BQMyrMRds/s1600/My+HipstaPrint+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5Zk7I6xf0Q/TWLs_yB23SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/M3BQMyrMRds/s320/My+HipstaPrint+6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Overall it was a good time!<br />
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P.S. I want to dance like this guy!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">to make the band even cooler, it's a husband and wife duo!<br />
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oh the band's name is "tennis" and the song is called "Marathon" </div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-18221484650919386732010-10-07T22:33:00.000-07:002010-10-08T15:06:40.016-07:00owlz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TK6q8OdLmiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rz3YFWBq7Ho/s1600/Photo+29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TK6q8OdLmiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rz3YFWBq7Ho/s400/Photo+29.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Shane and fiance Kelsey just sent me the coolest beanie ever in the mail. It was the best thing that happened to me today. Wait that's a lie, I found out my car is going to cost $1200 to get fixed! That was the best news. Back to the matter at hand, I'll be wearing this all winter so get used to it. Don't like it, tough.....<br />
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See, I do not think I am ballzy enough to wear it right now that's why I got the Owl one first, baby steps!geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-65972625207090213472010-10-04T22:23:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:23:42.986-07:00hitchhikingok so today I was talking to Natalie about how I pooed my pants on my mission because I got a major parasite. I told her I had photos to show how I had lost like 10 pounds that week. While I was looking through pics I found some videos.<br />
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During p-days in Aguadulce, there was nothing to do. We were about an hour away from the nearest missionaries. There was only so many times you could go to the same restaurant so we decided to take a nice bike ride to the beach. Little did we know it was the grossest beach ever but it was forever away.<br />
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So we went up a little further and it was even worse!!! But I did take, in my opinion the best pic of my mission. It's not that great, but I like it.<br />
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Oh and here's me chillin . . . with the member that showed us the way.<br />
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To our surprise 3 members from our branch showed up out of nowhere.<br />
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They were pissed we didn't take them with us. We noticed they didn't bring any bikes and there are no buses that go out there. So we asked them how they got out there.....<br />
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Yah in case you couldn't hear, they hitchhicked there . . . <br />
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so after about a half hour of mingling with the locals . . . <br />
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Yes we decided to hitchhike back!!! Best decision of mission. So fun! I could not stop laughing. One of my favorite memories of Panama.geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-31118521242383935212010-10-04T12:41:00.000-07:002010-10-04T12:41:02.897-07:00♥ 2 ♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TKorNPhaeHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wxIsPgRWDy0/s1600/diane-von-furstenberg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TKorNPhaeHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wxIsPgRWDy0/s400/diane-von-furstenberg.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Last night after a really fun dinner I had at my place, my friend Aimee and I went on a walk. We had quite the deep conversation about life. I was reminded of some quotes from one of the most incredible women in fashion, Diane von Furstenberg.<br />
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"You're always with yourself, so you might as well enjoy the company."<br />
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"The most important relationship in your life is the relationship you have with yourself. Because no matter what happens, you will always be with yourself."<br />
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Sure our relationships with others are vital but like she said it is important to have a relationship with ourselves, as weird as that sounds. From a religious point of view, obviously the relationship that should take precedent above all others, is our relationship with God. I believe as our relationship with God is strengthened it is only natural that our relationship with our self strengthens. geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-58063797270101606902010-10-02T15:44:00.000-07:002010-10-02T15:44:44.050-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OK I know I post these videos all the time. Seriously I am obsessed! This one is an oldie and I hadn't watched it in such a long time. I seriously cry every time I watch this one. This video really makes me think how selfish I can be at times. I get so caught up in my own life and my own problems that I don't see all the people around me that need help or just a friend. I have been the recipient of so many acts of love this last year. People do not realize how a simple smile or phone call has made my day. I am striving to develop and show that same love to those around me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td colspan="2"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;">The Serenity Prayer</span></div></td> </tr>
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</td> <td><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;">God grant me the serenity <br />
to accept the things I cannot change; <br />
courage to change the things I can;<br />
and wisdom to know the difference. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"> </span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;">Living one day at a time; <br />
Enjoying one moment at a time; <br />
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; <br />
Taking, as He did, this sinful world<br />
as it is, not as I would have it; <br />
Trusting that He will make all things right<br />
if I surrender to His Will;<br />
That I may be reasonably happy in this life <br />
and supremely happy with Him<br />
Forever in the next.<br />
Amen.</span> <br />
<blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><i>--Reinhold Niebuhr</i></span></blockquote></blockquote><br />
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The reason I bring this up is because the new <a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages">Mormon Message Video</a> that was just put on the church's website was once again something I most definitely needed. I hope you enjoy it as much as did.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dynT3BwUwuhejuLnBN0SzW06x59qKVYN5Uma-2hxPvxIHxJF8LQob62N_UdNXxza72f5cdCmrV2q9at1k7k' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-9745648722715230772010-07-08T11:09:00.000-07:002010-07-08T12:48:10.917-07:00the wench of the city<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TDYNtNlgi3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2cClc9iem8Y/s1600/olivia.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TDYNtNlgi3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2cClc9iem8Y/s400/olivia.bmp" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Although Olivia Palermo from The City is a complete bitch she does know how to dress.This was taken this last week at Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week. Let's be honest Olivia is a 10 I think I would still take Snookie over Olivia anyday. </div>geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-64958682128124164442010-07-04T18:23:00.000-07:002010-07-04T18:35:17.274-07:00trashy reality<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TDEvDgm8fYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4pZ2d2t_Rfk/s1600/jersey-shore-mtv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TDEvDgm8fYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4pZ2d2t_Rfk/s400/jersey-shore-mtv.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>For several months I have refused to jump on the bandwagon and become a fan of MTV's, The Jersey Shore. I am addicted to other MTV reality shows but I felt I would hate this show for some reason. I decided to give it a chance. I am here to say that I am 100% in Love. I have to admit this is one of the trashiest shows I have ever watched. Lets just say I would never want to cross any of the cast members, male or female, cuz they are vicious creatures!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TDEwqt71FJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PTFaLVPGZkc/s1600/alg_snooki_jersey_shore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TDEwqt71FJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PTFaLVPGZkc/s320/alg_snooki_jersey_shore.jpg" /></a></div>Snooki (Nicole) pretty much is the Jersey Shore. We've decided to make it official, we are now boyfriend and girlfriend, cute I know. Who knows what the future has in store for us. By watching The Hills and The City we have learned that it is never a good idea to bring your lover on TV for it ruins the best of relationships. So I won't be making a cameo on the hit show, keep in mind it is for the best. Snookims is feisty+short+tanned bod+Italian+triple EEs = my ideal lover. I can't begin to describe the love I have for this guidette bombshell. She has 0 tolerance for BS and couldn't give a rat's ass what people think and most importantly she loves being the center of attention. For example, one night she tore up the dance floor (as usual) in the shortest dress that barely covered her lucious a** and proceeded to do blackflips exposing herself to the entire club. She left me speechless. I've got to say she makes great TV but even a better GF. Luv u Shnooks!<br />
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Season 2 begins in a couple of weeks, can't wait, HUGE!geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742523097162272763.post-77437117156175940712010-07-01T20:58:00.000-07:002010-07-01T21:17:32.405-07:00done with debbie downers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFY0TXJwucY/TC1ipg7MEXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zB4w6c2gANw/s320/debbie-downer.jpg" /></div></blockquote></blockquote>Pet Peeve of the Week: Cynical Biotches!<br />
Goal of the Week: Surround myself with positive peeps!geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172270003338857847noreply@blogger.com0