tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229669302024-03-28T02:32:29.500-07:00La Belle Dame Sans RegretsLiving life with reckless abandonchristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149387257524990833noreply@blogger.comBlogger400125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-39633715569203159522015-01-31T08:43:00.001-08:002015-07-21T14:32:36.977-07:0037 for 37After 30 you kind of forget how old you are. Now that I'm in my "late" 30s the big 4-0 is looming over my head and I'm more aware of my age than I have been in years. Heaven help me.<br />
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Missing from my life these past few years has been a sense of mini-adventure. Sure I've been to some new continents and had some pretty incredible experiences. But, this year, I want to go back to the times where I had fun goals and did silly things that I want to do but forget about on a boring Saturday night. I want to do things that I know I should do but never get around to.<br />
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Thus! I am resurrecting the birthday list! I herby present my list of 37 things I'll do in my 37th year to make this year great!<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7lBfZbh6V4/VM0E2PS4GvI/AAAAAAAAADc/zqaFZoPiVdg/s1600/walt%2Bwhitman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7lBfZbh6V4/VM0E2PS4GvI/AAAAAAAAADc/zqaFZoPiVdg/s1600/walt%2Bwhitman.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">1. Attend the Albuquerque Balloonfest</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">2. Knit a fat chunky scarf</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">3. Eat at The Blue Bayou</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">4. Go to NFR</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">5. Get in touch with my college/mission friends</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">6. Read the 5 oldest books on my Goodreads "to read" list</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">7. Ride a horse </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">8. Completely unpack and purge my house</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">9. Watch Frozen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">10. Take a cooking class</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">11. Complete a watercolor painting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">12. Go to a play at Spring Mountain Ranch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">13. Go to a play at the Smith Center</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">14. Make a rugby calendar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">15. Go on bike rides</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">16. Have a spa day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">17. Go to Washington DC</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">18. Go hiking</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">19. Run a race</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">20. Have a game night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">21. Go for Dim Sum</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">22. Have a Murder Mystery party</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">23. Go geocaching</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">24. Go to Roos'n'More</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">25. Volunteer at a local charity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">26. Have a book drive</span><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEQi1iSiy8o/VM0FtEEenjI/AAAAAAAAADk/GuXVRltFl-g/s1600/treat%2Byo%2Bself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEQi1iSiy8o/VM0FtEEenjI/AAAAAAAAADk/GuXVRltFl-g/s1600/treat%2Byo%2Bself.jpg" width="150" /></a><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">27. Have a SingStar night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">28. Eat at a TripleD restaurant</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">29. Get my piano tuned</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">30. Have a monthly personal budget meeting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">31. Go camping</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">32. Spend an entire day speaking in a fake accent</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">33. Get a physical</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">34. Make a Fairy Garden</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">35. Go to Brazil</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">36. Lose 37 lbs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">37. Get married</span><br />
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christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149387257524990833noreply@blogger.com111tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-63417154240537638942013-07-10T12:09:00.001-07:002013-07-10T12:17:23.080-07:00Currently...LISTENING: to the sound of the newly repaired air conditioner cooling down the house again. cool air never felt so good.<br />
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DRINKING: nothing. should be drinking water! one can never get enough water in the desert.</div>
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WEARING: noon and i'm still in my pajamas. not proud of myself in this moment.</div>
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READING: just finished "downward facing death" (the best worst book ever) this morning and will begin "speaking from among the bones" this afternoon. having so much time to read is heavenly.</div>
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FEELING: a bit lost having no schedule, no need to be anywhere and unsure what to do with myself all day.</div>
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WEATHER: hot and muggy with a healthy dose of smokey air. poor mount charleston is still ablaze. prayers for those fighting the fire.</div>
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WANTING: to blog about all my Swazi adventures.</div>
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NEEDING: to study grammar. prepping to teach 5th grade next year is overwhelmingly daunting. they know more than me!</div>
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WISHING: i were back in Africa with my 16 new best friends amongst the wonderful Swazi people.</div>
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THINKING: about organizing a humanitarian project benefitting Swazi children. </div>
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ENJOYING: the comforts of home and the ease of living in America. many thanks to my bff for letting me stay with her and thus saving me from being legitimately homeless.</div>
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LOVING: "new girl" is now on Netflix. enough said.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-81769250736183718692013-03-21T21:41:00.000-07:002013-03-21T21:41:44.743-07:0024 Saviors and One Who Changed My Life"Teaching."<br />
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I didn't even know what I was saying. He asked me what I was passionate about. I thought and thought some more but nothing came to mind. And then I said it. Teaching.<br />
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Was this true? Was this the one thing I was truly passionate about? Even after saying it I still didn't believe it.<br />
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"Are you hiring?"<br />
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I filled out the application and didn't hear anything for a month. And then in a whirlwind week of events I had an interview, got offered the job and started my new career. I didn't even have time to catch my breath. I couldn't wrap my head around it. It was surreal. I was about to enter my new life as a kindergarten teacher.<br />
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Fast forward three months and I can now say without hesitation that I am passionate about teaching. I get excited to go to work everyday. I am hopelessly in love with 24 children that I spend my days with. I have a co-teacher who, through simply living her life, has helped me to reevaluate my relationship with God and my commitment to my faith.<br />
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The hardest part of this new adventure is learning to let go of old dreams. It is a major paradigm shift to accept that the dreams of just a few months ago are no longer what I want and need for my future. I'm letting go of what I wanted and worked for because I realize I no longer want that.<br />
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I want my 24 little babies. I want to help them become the best people they can become. I need their hugs. I need to celebrate their accomplishments. There is nothing better than their hugs. I will never tire of the notes and pictures they give me. I am hopelessly in love.<br />
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Almost accidentally, I found my passion.<br />
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DIGGING: Having money in the bank<br />
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DRINKING: Ice water. Always ice water.<br />
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EATING: Dark chocolate with sea salt and almonds<br />
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LISTENING: Soundtrack to <i>Le Fabuleux Destin D'Amélie Poulain</i><br />
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WEARING: UGG slippers (heaven!), amazing new sweatpants from Walmart (that I want to die in), t-shirt, ancient sweater coat from Old Navy (wouldn't be caught dead wearing this outside of the house)<br />
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READING: <i>Divergent</i> by Veronica Roth<br />
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FEELING: Ready to get in bed (and it's only 9pm)<br />
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WEATHER: Always sunny and never warm enough (sometimes I think I'll never be warm again)<br />
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WANTING: To go snowboarding with my Utah people<br />
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NEEDING: Ten more hours in each day to tackle my <i>to-do</i> list<br />
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WISHING: My car wasn't at the mechanics and that it is an easy, inexpensive (yeah, right) fix<br />
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LOVING: Spending my days with 24 awesome kindergarteners<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-90209496925240211042011-10-24T19:33:00.000-07:002011-10-24T20:06:12.295-07:00Calm amidst the Storm<b>Today was not a good day.</b> In fact, today was a really horrible, no good day. Stupid things happened. Frustrating things happened. Infuriating things happened. And I felt the stress of it all. And I cursed. And I cried. And I couldn't understand why so many bad things have to happen to me all of the time.<br /><br />And then I stopped. And I watched. And I remembered that, <b>this is life</b>. It's ok if it's hard. It's supposed to be hard. But that doesn't mean I have to be hardened. So <b>I quit whining.</b><br /><br />I am not alone in this. I have angels all around me. We all do. <i>We are each others angels</i>. And if I really look, I see <b>miracles</b>. I know Heavenly Father is actively participating in my life. If I pause, and look, I can see His hand in my life every single day. When I acknowledge the love and support I feel each day from my friends, my family and my Father in Heaven, in that moment <b>I truly feel peace</b>, even if it is amongst the storm.<div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">you really must watch these. they are amazing.</span></i><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/naqX9iYE0V0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DF01BQAcj8E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*Many thanks to <a href="http://meandmavie.blogspot.com/">me and ma vie</a> for the reminder</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-46781611191690143002011-10-12T15:13:00.000-07:002011-10-13T00:24:27.343-07:00random... not randon<div>calle strand. he's pretty. google him.</div><div><br /></div><div>6 batches of zucchini bread later... i have a lot of zucchini bread.</div><div><br /></div><div>16 more days til maui/oahu.</div><div><br /></div><div>i made some homemade halloween decorations (at home).</div><div><br /></div><div>after 2 runs i can confidently refer to myself as a runner again. i'll never be a great runner. but i'll never not be a runner.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8320972009706868282011-09-20T16:02:00.000-07:002011-09-20T16:37:19.185-07:00i'm probably not back for goodwhy is it that every time i say <i>"i'm baaack!"</i> i'm not really back?<div><br /></div><div>perhaps it's all just <b>wishful thinking</b>... or <b>wishful speaking</b>, as it were.</div><div><br /></div><div>so, what's what? <b>good question.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>life continues in an extended holding pattern. after 3 years, i still answer<i> "i don't know" </i>when my mother asks me what i'm going to do about my life. and yet, <b>i feel change creeping over the horizon</b>. good change? to be determined. </div><div><br /></div><div>i may be orphaned. i may be relocated. i may be happier. i may be lonelier. i may be poorer <i>(as if that were actually possible)</i>. but what i will be doing is <b>going forward. daring to change. </b>and it scares me to death and excites me to no end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">the important thing is this: </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">to be able, at any moment, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">to sacrifice what we are</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> for what we could become.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">-charles dubois</span></i></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-35456331430438565112011-04-12T18:12:00.000-07:002011-04-12T18:21:24.215-07:00any one still here?hello my pretties,<br />i just wanted you to know that my life just changed big time. like, my life will seriously never, ever be the same. and i'm so pumped about it i'm using words like 'pumped'.<br /><br />so i just wanted to let you know that i'll be here more often. and i was also wondering if anyone was still here. anyone? (echo... echo...)<br /><br />for an idea of what's new head on over to the <a href="http://christycropperphotography.blogspot.com/">photo blog</a>... but not until after i've posted about my weekend. here's a hint:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-6McbKvdR4/TaT5tO-osEI/AAAAAAAAEjc/lWgh7wbxXBM/s1600/CreativeLiveJasmineStar014.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-6McbKvdR4/TaT5tO-osEI/AAAAAAAAEjc/lWgh7wbxXBM/s200/CreativeLiveJasmineStar014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594871192611237954" border="0" /></a><br />photo <a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/index.cfm?postID=1098&creativelive-behind-the-scenes">via</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-76812615188776900802011-01-09T23:00:00.000-08:002011-01-09T23:35:59.730-08:0033 for 33I was <span style="font-weight: bold;">sorely </span>tempted to put <span style="font-size:130%;">"steal a baby"</span> on this list <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(I've got my eye on a few of them)</span> but I decided to keep things legal <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(at least for the time being)</span></span>.<br /><ol><li>read the Book of Mormon in french</li><li>ride a horse</li><li>take my mom to Italy</li><li>blog... regularly<br /></li><li>run 5 races</li><li>get medical insurance</li><li>piece a quilt</li><li>go to Disneyland</li><li>watch Gone With The Wind</li><li>get out of debt</li><li>go hiking</li><li>meet my adorable, nice neighbor across the path<br /></li><li>buy new boots</li><li>go to boston</li><li>learn to shoot film<br /></li><li>form a running group (for slow people)<br /></li><li>go longboarding</li><li>go skiing</li><li>go to an aquarium</li><li>go to a museum</li><li>have a dinner party</li><li>go to the Getty Villa</li><li>bake bread</li><li>fit into all the jeans in my closet</li><li>finish reading the Little House on the Prairie series</li><li>go to a pawn shop</li><li>go camping</li><li>buy from bountiful baskets</li><li>have a "shooting strangers" day<br /></li><li>do a 52 week photo challenge</li><li>skype with a far away friend</li><li>memorize a few songs on the piano</li><li>move (to austin. or australia.)</li></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-12825913065206020072011-01-03T23:15:00.000-08:002011-01-09T23:15:52.708-08:00I can't remember how old I am<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Today is my birthday.</span><br /><br />It's very convenient to start a new year and a new age at the same time. I celebrate a new year on January 1st and January 3rd. I've always loved my birth date.<br /><br />Looking back on this year the thing I remember most is that I went to <span style="font-weight: bold;">work</span>. Then when I got off of work I went to work again, just at a different job. Then when I got off work again, I went home and worked more. I remember <span style="font-weight: bold;">exhaustion</span>. I remember a lot of <span style="font-weight: bold;">tears</span>. I remember feeling completely <span style="font-weight: bold;">lost</span>. I remember feeling like I'd lost myself, my sense of humor, my ability to have fun, my ability to manage my life. I remember feeling a lot like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXRH50fvHWA">this</a>.<br /><br />But, I also remember a <span style="font-weight: bold;">family </span>I can't get enough of, <span style="font-weight: bold;">parents </span>who were more understanding and compassionate than I ever knew they could be, <span style="font-weight: bold;">sisters </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">friends </span>who'd walk to hell and back with me just so I'd have a shoulder to cry on, <span style="font-weight: bold;">friend's parents</span> who worry about me like I am one of their own, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">bishop </span>who let me cry about my job/financial/life situation every time I walked into his office and never made me feel embarrassed about it, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">friend </span>who loved me without even knowing my name (may she rest in peace), being able to simultaneously call 3 different people my '<span style="font-weight: bold;">best friend</span>'. I remember Switzerland & Spain, puzzles and pictures. I remember being <span style="font-weight: bold;">happy</span>. I remember being <span style="font-weight: bold;">hopeful</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you, 2010</span></span>.<br /><br />In <span style="font-weight: bold;">2011</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">33 </span>year old me will nurture my spirituality, work less, work smarter, have more fun, lots more fun, be more adventurous, take care of my body, take care of my home and take the one big risk I was too scared to take in 2010.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The first song I listened to in 2011 and my theme song for the year:</span></span><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTAud5O7Qqk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTAud5O7Qqk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-72979197346388327872011-01-03T02:09:00.001-08:002011-01-09T23:38:01.167-08:0032 for 32 - recap<ol><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">stop putting off going to the grand canyon and go to the grand canyon already </span>-<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/05/church-of-grand-canyon.html">Check!</a> Best 4 hour drive to see a big hole I've ever taken. It's just too bad about the Frosty fob.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">read "Les Miserable" (unabridged)</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. I didn't even buy it.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">get rid of everything in my closet that doesn't reflect my true style (attempt replenishing)</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. I still hate almost all of my clothes.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">send Thank You cards</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. This does not mean that I was unthankful.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">quit at least one of my jobs</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Check! Too bad I unquit. Now I just have to requit.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">ride a razor scooter in Europe</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">1/2</span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-im-proud-to-be-american.html">Check</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. I went. I saw an old man in a suit riding a razor scooter in Basel. Sadly, I did not ride a razor scooter while there. Bitchin' trip though! Please watch </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-might-be-coolest-people-you-know.html">this</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> video.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">piece a quilt</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">go to the temple monthly</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Mega Fail. At least I went once. Yes. Just once. Oh man...</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">learn to make stir fry like my mom</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">start a beach cruiser bike gang</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2011/01/beach-cruisers-slurpees-and-awesomeness.html">Check</a>! Best damn beach cruiser gang ever. We don't even need a beach! (Thank goodness the BlackWidow blogged everything for me)</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">turn a photo into a jigsaw puzzle</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. Sad fail. But you should see my puzzle collection. I'm thinking about building a special closet for it.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">throw a fancy party</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">crash a wedding</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">go to calico ghost town</span> - <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/02/church-of-calico.html">Check!</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Probably one of the most amazing days of my life</span>.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">go to 20 concerts/live shows</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Check. Too easy. Best of? Fun. And Keane.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">photoshoot at the dry lake bed</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. Meh.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">go to a play</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">have a mohawk... or fauxhawk</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. Didn't even have anywhere cool to wear one. Then again, isn't my life just a cool enough place to wear one?</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">do tin foil dinners</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">keep my room clean for two consecutive weeks</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Epic Fail. Couldn't even keep it clean for two consecutive days.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">post more pics on le blog</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. Ya know... cuz I didn't even blog</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">knit something</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">attend a photography workshop</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Check! Very, very successful check.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">put shelves in my storage room</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">learn to play the ukelele</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Check! I learned 3 chords. Which means I can play one song... which is probably one more song than you know.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">go hiking in Zion</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">watch a meteor shower</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. Did we even have one of those this year?</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">go kayaking</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">road trip with just one other person</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. Unless you count driving across town</span>.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">read the book of mormon in french</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail. Again, I say: Oh man...</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">pay off my car loan </span>- <span style="font-style: italic;">Check! Getting the title in the mail was the second best piece of mail I've ever gotten.</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">go to a rave</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Fail</span>.</li></ol><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">9 of 32. </span></span><br />Considering the hell of a year it was I am actually amazed and proud that I even checked that many items off my list. Despite the hell of a year it was, it was a good year. A real good year.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-14866958427463561272010-11-19T00:08:00.000-08:002010-11-19T00:13:32.816-08:00but i like you<span style="font-weight: bold;">him:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">you don't watch <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >House</span>?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">me:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">nope.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">him:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">that surprises me. of anyone, I thought you would love it because <span style="font-weight: bold;">he is witty and he hates people</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">me:</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">just like me!</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">him:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">yes. except for the witty part.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">me:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">i hate you.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-15269091214269911382010-10-21T23:31:00.000-07:002010-10-21T23:32:37.088-07:00favorite song of all timeand i seriously mean of ALL TIME:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">i wish</span></span> by <span style="font-size:130%;">skee<span style="font-weight: bold;">-lo</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-13561595529871820642010-10-21T16:11:00.001-07:002010-11-19T00:11:56.688-08:00my favorite IM convo ever<span style="font-weight: bold;">him:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">herro</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">me:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">que pasa?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">him:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">asian hello</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">me:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">mexican what's up</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1507520748105383522010-10-07T00:04:00.000-07:002010-10-07T00:09:12.619-07:00Well THIS made me happy<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/TK1xMCetPII/AAAAAAAAEUQ/35T-Tqdf12Y/s1600/4oct_1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/TK1xMCetPII/AAAAAAAAEUQ/35T-Tqdf12Y/s400/4oct_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525196769491500162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*photo via <a href="http://www.learnsomethingeveryday.co.uk/">here</a></span></span><br /></div><br />I look forward to weekends so much more now that I don't have to work every weekend... or if I do I get to work at doing <a href="http://christycropperphotography.blogspot.com/">something I love</a>.<br /><br />I just looked at my October calendar and the weekends are fillin' up fast! Lovesit!<br /><br />What will your 5 October weekends look like?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-53852880391533325272010-10-03T19:55:00.000-07:002010-10-03T21:07:12.058-07:00Things I decided today:<ul><li>I will say my prayers every single morning & night</li><li>I will go to the temple at least twice a month</li><li>I will study the scriptures every single day</li><li>I will prepare my sunday school lesson before I get to sacrament meeting</li><li>I will write in my journal more often</li><li>I will say thank you much more often... esp to people who annoy me</li><li>I will stop going to the store on sunday</li><li>I will <span style="font-style: italic;">try </span>to go to sleep early and wake up early</li><li>I will exercise and eat well</li><li>I will keep my house and car clean</li></ul>It's pretty sad how difficult everything on that list has been for me lately and how everything on that list seems completely impossible. But, after an <span style="font-weight: bold;">amazing </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lds.org">General Conference</a> I'm <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">motivated </span></span>and <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">energized </span></span>to <span style="font-style: italic;">be the person I want to be</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">live the kind of life I want to live</span>.<br /><br />As Elder Scott said, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Become what you want to be by being what you want to become</span></span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7894858576065297472010-08-24T02:19:00.000-07:002010-08-24T02:28:57.164-07:00Summer? Where did you go?OK... so the <span style="font-weight: bold;">"summer of fun"</span> kind of turned into the <span style="font-weight: bold;">"summer of work"</span> and "other stuff" that made the time pass far too quickly. Not that I'm complaining. The less 100+ degree weather I have to live through, the better.<br /><br />I've got lots to blog about but I feel the need to ease back into this blogging thing. So, <span style="font-weight: bold;">here's a little treat</span>. This is what happens when you hang out with <span style="font-size:130%;">cool people</span> on a sunday night. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And might I just say, my video editing skillz are off da hook. Fer realz.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6ZVKHKAJMNDNhWTDTjk_5Y0CAVlnIycatRNNjWDmYG-TCVuRKl5EkUmbf8mxGqH2JiBYT12TRtA8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Thanks to the <span style="font-style: italic;">viral internet sensation</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">F*bomb</span>, for introducing the glory that is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Robot Unicorn Attack!</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-47874927300600400942010-05-27T23:47:00.000-07:002010-05-28T00:56:49.939-07:00Summer of Fun Kickoff!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">!KA-BOOM!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />Know how to start of a good <strong>summer of fun</strong>? </div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">*fireworks in the desert*</span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">One good thing about living in Las Vegas is its proximity to Moapa. The only good thing about Moapa is the firework store. We happened by there the other night with the express intention of buying some explosives... but, <em>shhh!</em> They're illegal. <strong>Don't tell.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476221791907936978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S_9ytJns-tI/AAAAAAAAES4/8z6IBSsENEQ/s400/fireworks+in+the+desert+08bw.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tif got a really big sparkler.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476221814020841666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S_9yub_1IMI/AAAAAAAAETI/6VtVmLWcZZU/s400/fireworks+in+the+desert+10bw.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I jumped over fire... <em>succesfully</em>.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476221805459827794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S_9yt8GubFI/AAAAAAAAETA/Fc7qLLvl22k/s400/fireworks+in+the+desert+09bw.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Josh is a nerd. He creeps into photos. He can't jump over fire very well. Thus, it becomes imperative to shoot Roman Candles at him.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476218796208502738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S_9v-xxTN9I/AAAAAAAAESY/U7BJ99ja-Fs/s400/fireworks+in+the+desert+collage+2.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">A small sampling of our goods.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476223504702399378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S_90Q2RuY5I/AAAAAAAAETQ/N3a5z1So1AE/s400/fireworks+in+the+desert+collage+1.jpg" border="0" /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-48256416392300380202010-05-10T02:50:00.000-07:002010-05-10T03:35:47.994-07:00Is this a hurricane?<strong>I never really want to do my long runs.</strong> Does anyone? I'm really good at talking myself out of them, justifying the need to postpone them (then never getting around to doing them) 0r just running out of time to do them. <em>It's easy to do that when you don't want to do something.</em><br /><br /><strong>This week's long run</strong>- <span style="font-size:130%;">8 miles. <strong>Eight</strong>.</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The facts:</span></strong><br /><strong>a-</strong> I cannot run that far on a <strong>treadmill</strong>. Anything over 3 miles and that spinning belt makes me lose my mind.<br /><br /><strong>b-</strong> I cannot run that far on the <strong>indoor track</strong> at the gym. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lit'rally</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">running in circles</span> should not apply to distance <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(and I use that term loosely)</span></em> running <em>(I also use that term loosely)</em>. Even if I could stand to go that far on a 6-1/4 laps/mi track I'm positive that after a few miles I'd lose count of how many laps I'd run and just give up.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The weather report in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LV</span> for what seems like forever:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Windy.</span><br /><br />Not just windy but <em>scary windy</em>. The kind of wind that blows garbage cans down the street, upturns trees (seriously, part of someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">else's</span> tree was in my yard the other day) and sounds like a horror flick.<br />Is there such thing as <strong>torrential wind</strong>?<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My options:</span></strong><br />a- <strong>Skip the long run</strong> this week. T minus 4 weeks 'til race day. Still plenty of time to train. This is the lie I tell myself.<br />b- <strong>Run</strong>. Run outside. Run in the torrential wind.<br /><br />I decide to <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">run</span></strong> before I skillfully talk myself out of going.<br /><br />Laundry's not done so I grab my smelly pants, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jogbra</span> and shirt. At least I have clean socks <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(I think)</span></em>. Requisite wrist band... well turn that puppy inside out and it's <em>so fresh and so clean <span style="font-size:85%;">(clean)</span></em>. Hydro belt: check. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ipod</span>: check. Off we go.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My chosen route:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4 miles <strong>uphill</strong></span>. Turn around. <span style="font-size:130%;">4 miles home</span>.<br /><br /><em>Mile 1</em>- Uphill. Just getting started. I'm always tired in mile 1. Wind sucks but it's too early to stop and walk.<br /><em>Mile 2</em>- Flat. In the groove. Good tunes. Holy gusty wind.<br /><em>Mile 3 & 4</em>- <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fight!</span></strong> Fight the <strong>hill</strong>! Fight the <strong>wind</strong>! <span style="font-size:130%;">Wind sucks.</span><br /><br />Here's the weird thing. <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I felt better, faster, stronger running uphill into the wind then I ever do on flat ground on a calm day</strong></span>. Why? Because <strong>I have to fight</strong>. It certainly isn't boring attacking the forces of nature. Plus, when I get home I get to post on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">facebook</span> that <strong>I ran uphill into the wind for 4 miles</strong> and all my non-runner friends will be all <em><strong>"That's crazy! You are so awesome!"</strong></em><br /><br /><em>Let's be honest for a second:</em> <strong>Praise</strong>. That's a big part of why I run; so people tell me how awesome I am. I know I'm not awesome <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(yes, I am)</span></em> but I sure do love hearing it <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(because I am)</span></em> .<br /><br /><em>Mile 5 & 6</em>- I swear <strong>this hill was steeper</strong> when I was running up it! But, <strong>I love the wind!</strong> It's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lit'rally</span> pushing me home. All I have to do is lift my feet and it basically does the work for me. Though, somewhere in mile 6 <strong>the wind makes me kick my own ankle</strong>. That hurt.<br /><em>Mile 7 & 8</em>- Feeling good. Almost home. Plus, the wind is still pushing me. <span style="font-size:130%;">This is so easy!</span><br /><br />I did it. I feel awesome! <strong>Runner's high?</strong> I don't get that while I'm running. I get that as soon as I finish my run because <strong>I'm done!</strong> And <span style="font-size:130%;">I don't have to run anymore</span>... <em><span style="font-size:85%;">until tomorrow.</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Stats:</strong> <em>8 miles. 83 minutes.</em></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-37052707095024207112010-04-30T23:53:00.001-07:002010-04-30T23:54:56.026-07:00more tales from lunchladyland...and then my coworker said, "i just yanked on that thing and it came!"<br />...and then i was all, "that's what she said."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-20095746829197064032010-04-29T02:05:00.001-07:002010-04-29T02:26:28.473-07:00Stream of Consciousness: BOLD!<em><span style="font-size:85%;">I was inspired my <a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2010/04/stream-of-consciousness.html">Marta's</a> latest post about stream of consciousness writing.</span></em><br /><br />I kind of <em>can’t believe</em> I did it. I also can’t stop with this <strong>boldness</strong>. It’s the <strong>new me</strong>!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I met a cute boy last weekend.</span></strong> I couldn’t stop looking at him, watching him in my peripheral. I even snuck (though it didn’t look too sneaky) a photo of him. Later that night I facebook stalked him <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(friend of a friend of a friend, you know)</span></em>. Yes, <strong>I’m a stalker</strong>, and a damn good one at that. I didn’t want that day’s meeting to be the last contact. After 3 days of <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">deliberating</span></strong> and building up <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">courage</span></strong> I decided to send him a message via facebook. I didn’t bother mentioning <em>how</em> I found him. <em>He’s a guy. He probably won’t even wonder.<br /></em><br />Once I made the decision to be <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">uncharacteristically and ridiculously bold</span></strong> I <strong>acted</strong>. In fact I didn’t even spend time thinking about it because <em>I knew I could talk myself out of it</em>. I just did it. <strong>Bold</strong> and <strong>brazen</strong>. I emailed him, told him I’m up for getting together and left the rest to fate. <em>We’ll see what fate does with it</em>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It felt good to be bold</span>. So good in fact that I decided to be bold with <strong>4 other boys</strong>- <em>one I recently went on one date with, one I’d like to go on a date with, one from the past and one with whom I’ve never managed to get out of the ‘friendzone’</em>.<br /><br />I made a decision about an hour before I sent that first email. <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I am going to go after what I want.</strong></span> I’m going to <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">make things happen</span></strong> in my life. When you look at all the really <em><strong>lucky people</strong></em> in the world there is <strong><em>one common trait</em></strong>. These are people who are <span style="font-size:130%;">not afraid <span style="font-size:100%;">to be</span> bold <span style="font-size:100%;">and</span> take risks</span>. The risks don’t always pay off but sometimes they do. And those are <strong>great pay offs</strong>.<br /><br />Of course, there is the likelihood that <em>I’ll be <strong>rejected</strong></em> by some or <em>all</em> of these boys. And <strong>that’s ok</strong> because at least <strong>I’ll know</strong>. And once I know I’ll be able to <em>close the door of wondering</em> and <strong>move on, move forward</strong>.<br /><br />How will YOU be <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">uncharacteristically and ridiculously bold</span></strong>?<br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">And just for funzies, here's a picture of my friends that i happen to fancy (the picture, not the friends, you know).<br /></div></span></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465485907051223378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S9lOeZ6xGVI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/H1PY1eo1ckQ/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-67503366578204825072010-04-24T20:16:00.000-07:002010-04-24T20:27:33.232-07:00Jacob & Lisa: give them a babyApparently this has turned into a <span style="font-size:130%;">Mom Blog</span>. But, <strong>I'm not the mom</strong>.<br /><br />Meet my dear friend <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lisa</span></strong> and her husband <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Jacob</span></strong> <em>(who I'm sure would be my dear friend if we lived anywhere near each other and spent any quality time together because the guy is awesome).</em> There is a very <em><strong>special spot</strong> </em>in my heart for these guys. I'm not sure why but you know when people come into your life and you just <strong>adore</strong> them? That's what happened when I met Lisa and subsequently Jacob.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S9O0bFE8IWI/AAAAAAAAEQI/kQUV5C16PNE/s1600/jacobandlisa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463909150242906466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S9O0bFE8IWI/AAAAAAAAEQI/kQUV5C16PNE/s400/jacobandlisa.jpg" border="0" /></a>These guys were just <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">approved to adopt</span></strong>! <em>Hurrah!<br /></em>You can read their <strong>beautiful profile</strong> <a href="https://www.itsaboutlove.org/ial/profiles/24172559/ourMessage.jsf"><span style="font-size:130%;">HERE</span></a>.<br /><br />Please, if <em>you</em> or <em>anyone you know</em> of is looking for some <strong>awesome parents</strong>, consider them. If I had a baby I'd give it to them because I'm 100% sure they will be way better parents than I could ever be!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-58530645859681729942010-04-06T02:54:00.000-07:002010-04-06T03:10:27.083-07:00lover boysAs long as there are <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">little boys</span></strong> in the world there will be reasons for me to <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">fall in love</span></strong>.<br /><br />While in Utah I fell in love with 2 new boys. What can I say? My friends make cute kids!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sam</span></strong>. All 14inches and 1lb15oz of him. This guy decided to come 3 months early and is now fattening up in the NICU. <strong>Grow, baby boy! Grow!</strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r48ZnsiPI/AAAAAAAAEBM/kZ8z0iBrACU/s1600/sam1+2weeks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456947615065999602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r48ZnsiPI/AAAAAAAAEBM/kZ8z0iBrACU/s400/sam1+2weeks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r47xnkrUI/AAAAAAAAEBE/ByW-bYEWEzQ/s1600/sam2+2weeks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456947604328066370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r47xnkrUI/AAAAAAAAEBE/ByW-bYEWEzQ/s400/sam2+2weeks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Grey</span></strong>. He gives the <strong>best baby hugs</strong> I've ever had and even smacked an <strong>open mouth kiss</strong> on me. Ridiculously cute.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456947621688457362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r48ySnOJI/AAAAAAAAEBU/qJrusjhhwOM/s400/grey.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456947625600684562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r49A3XEhI/AAAAAAAAEBc/gczVZJUnIdY/s400/grey2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">*totally stole these pics from his parents</span></em></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4028498894609205452010-04-06T02:35:00.000-07:002010-04-06T02:55:03.847-07:005 days in UT + pictures = awesomeEverytime I leave Utah I think maybe I shouldn't be leaving. It's home and I love it.<br /><br />Driving. Driving Driving.<br />I know it's super <strong>vain</strong> to post <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(mediocre)</span></em> pictures of myself on <strong>le blog</strong> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(even though it's my blog and I can do whatever I want)</span></em> but, I just wanted you to see my <span style="color:#000099;"><strong>blue hair</strong></span> because I love it. I'm so badass <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(not really)</span></em>.<br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAsM4U1xI/AAAAAAAAECk/Xzvtf9Ti5nY/s1600/DSCN0185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456956132861204242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAsM4U1xI/AAAAAAAAECk/Xzvtf9Ti5nY/s400/DSCN0185.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My crazy <em>Auntie Lu</em> and <em>Jane</em>. <strong>Tongan dances</strong>... well there are just not words enough to discribe.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAr-L6fOI/AAAAAAAAECc/ZEefNzFwMBQ/s1600/DSCN0186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456956128916831458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAr-L6fOI/AAAAAAAAECc/ZEefNzFwMBQ/s400/DSCN0186.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>See what I mean?</strong> Seriously. <strong>Are you seeing this?!</strong> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">I didn't even try to be stealthy in order to get this picture. </span></em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sArkAB09I/AAAAAAAAECU/Yb5zQKQAzrI/s1600/DSCN0189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456956121887658962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sArkAB09I/AAAAAAAAECU/Yb5zQKQAzrI/s400/DSCN0189.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My sis and me. We be good <strong>posers</strong>.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAre5lQQI/AAAAAAAAECM/TvUW50KnR_Y/s1600/DSCN0191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456956120518443266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAre5lQQI/AAAAAAAAECM/TvUW50KnR_Y/s400/DSCN0191.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Meeting up with my favorite <strong>SuperBonBon</strong>. Love. Love. Love.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456955986133814514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAjqRyjPI/AAAAAAAAEB8/2Y5NZ_F0VOg/s400/DSCN0224.JPG" border="0" /><br />Bein' all <strong>cute</strong> and <strong>junk</strong> in downtown Provo. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAjzgtX5I/AAAAAAAAECE/hHeMrAr4kMI/s1600/DSCN0221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456955988612308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAjzgtX5I/AAAAAAAAECE/hHeMrAr4kMI/s400/DSCN0221.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Workin' it</strong> with the <strong>locals</strong>.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAjCscO4I/AAAAAAAAEB0/ZPgte6lMx80/s1600/DSCN0226.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456955975508179842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAjCscO4I/AAAAAAAAEB0/ZPgte6lMx80/s400/DSCN0226.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So much <strong>cotton candy</strong>! <strong>Cotton Candy</strong> with <strong>PopRocks</strong>! <em>Genius</em>!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAiqaFPxI/AAAAAAAAEBs/kp7OLkpv9H0/s1600/DSCN0233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456955968988725010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAiqaFPxI/AAAAAAAAEBs/kp7OLkpv9H0/s400/DSCN0233.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Conference</strong> with the ladies.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAiQhkUvI/AAAAAAAAEBk/IftgqNDw91w/s1600/DSCN0237.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456955962040799986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAiQhkUvI/AAAAAAAAEBk/IftgqNDw91w/s400/DSCN0237.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Other really <strong>good stuff</strong> happened but I don't have pictures to prove it. </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Utah, you always treat me right. I'm ready to come back.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-48855381607962952592010-04-05T23:59:00.000-07:002011-01-09T23:15:52.710-08:00Church of Calico<div align="left">Did I tell you about the time we went to Calico Ghost Town?<br /><br />The Black Widow summed it up nicely so you'll have to go <a href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/02/church-of-calico.html">here</a> to check it out.<br />All I can say is: MAGICAL!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456963836823341554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sHsoYCCfI/AAAAAAAAECs/iMQYKdTvNes/s400/calico5a+resize.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jack, a Bible and a Smoking Gun</span></em></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0