<?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-22966930</id><updated>2011-12-23T07:34:09.984-08:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='ww'/><category term='33'/><category term='31'/><category term='babylove'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='x4x'/><category term='stream of consciousness'/><category term='you know what i like?'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='motherland'/><category term='rants'/><category term='reckless abandon'/><category term='book club'/><category term='music'/><category term='ghosting'/><category term='fiends/friends'/><category term='lurve'/><category term='famille'/><category term='photos'/><category term='wanderlust'/><category term='30'/><category term='deep thoughts'/><category term='the Lord&apos;s hand'/><category term='vegas'/><category term='lazy dazy'/><category term='holiday fun'/><category term='running'/><category term='btwiailwy'/><category term='ccp'/><category term='so blessed'/><category term='32'/><category term='SYTYCD'/><category term='llol'/><category term='eurotrash'/><category term='dating'/><category term='MToL'/><category term='mischief managed'/><category term='big dreams'/><category term='work'/><category term='secret dreams'/><category term='innappropriate humor'/><title type='text'>La Belle Dame Sans Regrets</title><subtitle type='html'>Living life with reckless abandon</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-9020949692524021104</id><published>2011-10-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:06:12.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Lord&apos;s hand'/><title type='text'>Calm amidst the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today was not a good day.&lt;/b&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I stopped. And I watched. And I remembered that, &lt;b&gt;this is life&lt;/b&gt;. It's ok if it's hard. It's supposed to be hard. But that doesn't mean I have to be hardened. So &lt;b&gt;I quit whining.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone in this. I have angels all around me. We all do. &lt;i&gt;We are each others angels&lt;/i&gt;. And if I really look, I see &lt;b&gt;miracles&lt;/b&gt;. 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 &lt;b&gt;I truly feel peace&lt;/b&gt;, even if it is amongst the storm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you really must watch these. they are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/naqX9iYE0V0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DF01BQAcj8E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://meandmavie.blogspot.com/"&gt;me and ma vie&lt;/a&gt; for the reminder&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/22966930-9020949692524021104?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9020949692524021104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=9020949692524021104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/9020949692524021104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/9020949692524021104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2011/10/calm-amidst-storm.html' title='Calm amidst the Storm'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/naqX9iYE0V0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4678161119169014300</id><published>2011-10-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:24:27.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random... not randon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;calle strand. he's pretty. google him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 batches of zucchini bread later... i have a lot of zucchini bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 more days til maui/oahu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made some homemade halloween decorations (at home).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4678161119169014300?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4678161119169014300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4678161119169014300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4678161119169014300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4678161119169014300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-not-randon.html' title='random... not randon'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-832097200970686828</id><published>2011-09-20T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:37:19.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm probably not back for good</title><content type='html'>why is it that every time i say &lt;i&gt;"i'm baaack!"&lt;/i&gt; i'm not really back?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps it's all just &lt;b&gt;wishful thinking&lt;/b&gt;... or &lt;b&gt;wishful speaking&lt;/b&gt;, as it were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, what's what? &lt;b&gt;good question.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life continues in an extended holding pattern. after 3 years, i still answer&lt;i&gt; "i don't know" &lt;/i&gt;when my mother asks me what i'm going to do about my life. and yet, &lt;b&gt;i feel change creeping over the horizon&lt;/b&gt;. good change? to be determined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may be orphaned. i may be relocated. i may be happier. i may be lonelier. i may be poorer &lt;i&gt;(as if that were actually possible)&lt;/i&gt;. but what i will be doing is &lt;b&gt;going forward. daring to change. &lt;/b&gt;and it scares me to death and excites me to no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the important thing is this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to be able, at any moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to sacrifice what we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; for what we could become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-charles dubois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/22966930-832097200970686828?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/832097200970686828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=832097200970686828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/832097200970686828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/832097200970686828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-probably-not-back-for-good.html' title='i&apos;m probably not back for good'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3545633143043856511</id><published>2011-04-12T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:21:24.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ccp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>any one still here?</title><content type='html'>hello my pretties,&lt;br /&gt;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'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an idea of what's new head on over to the &lt;a href="http://christycropperphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;photo blog&lt;/a&gt;... but not until after i've posted about my weekend. here's a hint:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-6McbKvdR4/TaT5tO-osEI/AAAAAAAAEjc/lWgh7wbxXBM/s1600/CreativeLiveJasmineStar014.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo &lt;a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/index.cfm?postID=1098&amp;amp;creativelive-behind-the-scenes"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3545633143043856511?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3545633143043856511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3545633143043856511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3545633143043856511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3545633143043856511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2011/04/any-one-still-here.html' title='any one still here?'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-6McbKvdR4/TaT5tO-osEI/AAAAAAAAEjc/lWgh7wbxXBM/s72-c/CreativeLiveJasmineStar014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7681261518877690080</id><published>2011-01-09T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:35:59.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>33 for 33</title><content type='html'>I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorely &lt;/span&gt;tempted to put &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"steal a baby"&lt;/span&gt; on this list &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I've got my eye on a few of them)&lt;/span&gt; but I decided to keep things legal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at least for the time being)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;read the Book of Mormon in french&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a horse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take my mom to Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blog... regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run 5 races&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get medical insurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;piece a quilt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to Disneyland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch Gone With The Wind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get out of debt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go hiking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet my adorable, nice neighbor across the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy new boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to boston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to shoot film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;form a running group (for slow people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go longboarding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go skiing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to an aquarium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a dinner party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the Getty Villa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fit into all the jeans in my closet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish reading the Little House on the Prairie series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a pawn shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go camping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy from bountiful baskets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a "shooting strangers" day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do a 52 week photo challenge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skype with a far away friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;memorize a few songs on the piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move (to austin. or australia.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7681261518877690080?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7681261518877690080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7681261518877690080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7681261518877690080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7681261518877690080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/33-for-33.html' title='33 for 33'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1282591306520602007</id><published>2011-01-03T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:15:52.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>I can't remember how old I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today is my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on this year the thing I remember most is that I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;. I remember a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;. I remember feeling completely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXRH50fvHWA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also remember a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family &lt;/span&gt;I can't get enough of, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parents &lt;/span&gt;who were more understanding and compassionate than I ever knew they could be, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sisters &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;who'd walk to hell and back with me just so I'd have a shoulder to cry on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend's parents&lt;/span&gt; who worry about me like I am one of their own, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bishop &lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;who loved me without even knowing my name (may she rest in peace), being able to simultaneously call 3 different people my '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;'. I remember Switzerland &amp;amp; Spain, puzzles and pictures. I remember being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. I remember being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33 &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first song I listened to in 2011 and my theme song for the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTAud5O7Qqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTAud5O7Qqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1282591306520602007?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1282591306520602007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1282591306520602007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1282591306520602007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1282591306520602007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-remember-how-old-i-am.html' title='I can&apos;t remember how old I am'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7297919734638832787</id><published>2011-01-03T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:38:01.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>32 for 32 - recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop putting off going to the grand canyon and go to the grand canyon already &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/05/church-of-grand-canyon.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; Best 4 hour drive to see a big hole I've ever taken. It's just too bad about the Frosty fob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read "Les Miserable" (unabridged)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. I didn't even buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get rid of everything in my closet that doesn't reflect my true style (attempt replenishing)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. I still hate almost all of my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;send Thank You cards&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. This does not mean that I was unthankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quit at least one of my jobs&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check! Too bad I unquit. Now I just have to requit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ride a razor scooter in Europe&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-im-proud-to-be-american.html"&gt;Check&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-might-be-coolest-people-you-know.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece a quilt&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to the temple monthly&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mega Fail. At least I went once. Yes. Just once. Oh man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn to make stir fry like my mom&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start a beach cruiser bike gang&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2011/01/beach-cruisers-slurpees-and-awesomeness.html"&gt;Check&lt;/a&gt;! Best damn beach cruiser gang ever. We don't even need a beach! (Thank goodness the BlackWidow blogged everything for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turn a photo into a jigsaw puzzle&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. Sad fail. But you should see my puzzle collection. I'm thinking about building a special closet for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;throw a fancy party&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crash a wedding&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to calico ghost town&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/02/church-of-calico.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Probably one of the most amazing days of my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to 20 concerts/live shows&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check. Too easy. Best of? Fun. And Keane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photoshoot at the dry lake bed&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to a play&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a mohawk... or fauxhawk&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. Didn't even have anywhere cool to wear one. Then again, isn't my life just a cool enough place to wear one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do tin foil dinners&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep my room clean for two consecutive weeks&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epic Fail. Couldn't even keep it clean for two consecutive days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;post more pics on le blog&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. Ya know... cuz I didn't even blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knit something&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attend a photography workshop&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check! Very, very successful check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put shelves in my storage room&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn to play the ukelele&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check! I learned 3 chords. Which means I can play one song... which is probably one more song than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go hiking in Zion&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watch a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. Did we even have one of those this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go kayaking&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;road trip with just one other person&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. Unless you count driving across town&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read the book of mormon in french&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail. Again, I say: Oh man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay off my car loan &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check! Getting the title in the mail was the second best piece of mail I've ever gotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to a rave&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 of 32. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7297919734638832787?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7297919734638832787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7297919734638832787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7297919734638832787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7297919734638832787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/32-for-32-recap.html' title='32 for 32 - recap'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1486695842746356127</id><published>2010-11-19T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:13:32.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='btwiailwy'/><title type='text'>but i like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;House&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that surprises me. of anyone, I thought you would love it because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is witty and he hates people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes. except for the witty part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1486695842746356127?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1486695842746356127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1486695842746356127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1486695842746356127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1486695842746356127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/but-i-like-you.html' title='but i like you'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1526909121426991138</id><published>2010-10-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:32:37.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>favorite song of all time</title><content type='html'>and i seriously mean of ALL TIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;skee&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1526909121426991138?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1526909121426991138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1526909121426991138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1526909121426991138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1526909121426991138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/10/favorite-song-of-all-time.html' title='favorite song of all time'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1356159552987182064</id><published>2010-10-21T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:11:56.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='btwiailwy'/><title type='text'>my favorite IM convo ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;herro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que pasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asian hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mexican what's up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1356159552987182064?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1356159552987182064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1356159552987182064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1356159552987182064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1356159552987182064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-favorite-im-convo-ever.html' title='my favorite IM convo ever'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-150752074810538352</id><published>2010-10-07T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:09:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well THIS made me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/TK1xMCetPII/AAAAAAAAEUQ/35T-Tqdf12Y/s1600/4oct_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*photo via &lt;a href="http://www.learnsomethingeveryday.co.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://christycropperphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;something I love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my October calendar and the weekends are fillin' up fast! Lovesit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will your 5 October weekends look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-150752074810538352?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/150752074810538352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=150752074810538352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/150752074810538352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/150752074810538352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-this-made-me-happy.html' title='Well THIS made me happy'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/TK1xMCetPII/AAAAAAAAEUQ/35T-Tqdf12Y/s72-c/4oct_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5385288039153332527</id><published>2010-10-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:07:12.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I decided today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will say my prayers every single morning &amp;amp; night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will go to the temple at least twice a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will study the scriptures every single day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will prepare my sunday school lesson before I get to sacrament meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will write in my journal more often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will say thank you much more often... esp to people who annoy me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will stop going to the store on sunday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to go to sleep early and wake up early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will exercise and eat well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will keep my house and car clean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lds.org"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motivated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;energized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be the person I want to be&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live the kind of life I want to live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Elder Scott said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Become what you want to be by being what you want to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5385288039153332527?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5385288039153332527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5385288039153332527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5385288039153332527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5385288039153332527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-i-decided-today.html' title='Things I decided today:'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-789485857606529747</id><published>2010-08-24T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:28:57.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiends/friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llol'/><title type='text'>Summer? Where did you go?</title><content type='html'>OK... so the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"summer of fun"&lt;/span&gt; kind of turned into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"summer of work"&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots to blog about but I feel the need to ease back into this blogging thing. So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here's a little treat&lt;/span&gt;. This is what happens when you hang out with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cool people&lt;/span&gt; on a sunday night. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And might I just say, my video editing skillz are off da hook. Fer realz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de190aa18e6f7098" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde190aa18e6f7098%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330393935%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D8F42AFE49CCE2F7BBE1B68305C8608E239C7BA.1E80569CC0C2C8B64121598CB0509AF79DF26C71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde190aa18e6f7098%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2uupD43Q2WOMTdp7rZX4seSPimg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde190aa18e6f7098%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330393935%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D8F42AFE49CCE2F7BBE1B68305C8608E239C7BA.1E80569CC0C2C8B64121598CB0509AF79DF26C71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde190aa18e6f7098%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2uupD43Q2WOMTdp7rZX4seSPimg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;viral internet sensation&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F*bomb&lt;/span&gt;, for introducing the glory that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robot Unicorn Attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-789485857606529747?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/789485857606529747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=789485857606529747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/789485857606529747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/789485857606529747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-where-did-you-go.html' title='Summer? Where did you go?'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4787492730060040094</id><published>2010-05-27T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:56:49.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reckless abandon'/><title type='text'>Summer of Fun Kickoff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!KA-BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how to start of a good &lt;strong&gt;summer of fun&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;*fireworks in the desert*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;shhh!&lt;/em&gt; They're illegal. &lt;strong&gt;Don't tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tif got a really big sparkler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I jumped over fire... &lt;em&gt;succesfully&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A small sampling of our goods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4787492730060040094?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4787492730060040094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4787492730060040094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4787492730060040094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4787492730060040094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-of-fun-kickoff.html' title='Summer of Fun Kickoff!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S_9ytJns-tI/AAAAAAAAES4/8z6IBSsENEQ/s72-c/fireworks+in+the+desert+08bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4825641639230038020</id><published>2010-05-10T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:35:47.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Is this a hurricane?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I never really want to do my long runs.&lt;/strong&gt; 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. &lt;em&gt;It's easy to do that when you don't want to do something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week's long run&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 miles. &lt;strong&gt;Eight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a-&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot run that far on a &lt;strong&gt;treadmill&lt;/strong&gt;. Anything over 3 miles and that spinning belt makes me lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b-&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot run that far on the &lt;strong&gt;indoor track&lt;/strong&gt; at the gym. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lit'rally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;running in circles&lt;/span&gt; should not apply to distance &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and I use that term loosely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; running &lt;em&gt;(I also use that term loosely)&lt;/em&gt;. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weather report in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; for what seems like forever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Windy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just windy but &lt;em&gt;scary windy&lt;/em&gt;. The kind of wind that blows garbage cans down the street, upturns trees (seriously, part of someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; tree was in my yard the other day) and sounds like a horror flick.&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as &lt;strong&gt;torrential wind&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a- &lt;strong&gt;Skip the long run&lt;/strong&gt; this week. T minus 4 weeks 'til race day. Still plenty of time to train. This is the lie I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;b- &lt;strong&gt;Run&lt;/strong&gt;. Run outside. Run in the torrential wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before I skillfully talk myself out of going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry's not done so I grab my smelly pants, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jogbra&lt;/span&gt; and shirt. At least I have clean socks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Requisite wrist band... well turn that puppy inside out and it's &lt;em&gt;so fresh and so clean &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(clean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hydro belt: check. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;: check. Off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My chosen route:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 miles &lt;strong&gt;uphill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Turn around. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 miles home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mile 1&lt;/em&gt;- Uphill. Just getting started. I'm always tired in mile 1. Wind sucks but it's too early to stop and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mile 2&lt;/em&gt;- Flat. In the groove. Good tunes. Holy gusty wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mile 3 &amp;amp; 4&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fight the &lt;strong&gt;hill&lt;/strong&gt;! Fight the &lt;strong&gt;wind&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wind sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the weird thing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt better, faster, stronger running uphill into the wind then I ever do on flat ground on a calm day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Because &lt;strong&gt;I have to fight&lt;/strong&gt;. It certainly isn't boring attacking the forces of nature. Plus, when I get home I get to post on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;I ran uphill into the wind for 4 miles&lt;/strong&gt; and all my non-runner friends will be all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's crazy! You are so awesome!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's be honest for a second:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Praise&lt;/strong&gt;. That's a big part of why I run; so people tell me how awesome I am. I know I'm not awesome &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I sure do love hearing it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mile 5 &amp;amp; 6&lt;/em&gt;- I swear &lt;strong&gt;this hill was steeper&lt;/strong&gt; when I was running up it! But, &lt;strong&gt;I love the wind!&lt;/strong&gt; It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lit'rally&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;strong&gt;the wind makes me kick my own ankle&lt;/strong&gt;. That hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mile 7 &amp;amp; 8&lt;/em&gt;- Feeling good. Almost home. Plus, the wind is still pushing me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is so easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. I feel awesome! &lt;strong&gt;Runner's high?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't get that while I'm running. I get that as soon as I finish my run because &lt;strong&gt;I'm done!&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't have to run anymore&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;until tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stats:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;8 miles. 83 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4825641639230038020?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4825641639230038020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4825641639230038020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4825641639230038020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4825641639230038020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-this-hurricane.html' title='Is this a hurricane?'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3705270709502420711</id><published>2010-04-30T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:54:56.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innappropriate humor'/><title type='text'>more tales from lunchladyland</title><content type='html'>...and then my coworker said, "i just yanked on that thing and it came!"&lt;br /&gt;...and then i was all, "that's what she said."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3705270709502420711?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3705270709502420711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3705270709502420711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3705270709502420711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3705270709502420711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-tales-from-lunchladyland.html' title='more tales from lunchladyland'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2009574682919706403</id><published>2010-04-29T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:26:28.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reckless abandon'/><title type='text'>Stream of Consciousness: BOLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was inspired my &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2010/04/stream-of-consciousness.html"&gt;Marta's&lt;/a&gt; latest post about stream of consciousness writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of &lt;em&gt;can’t believe&lt;/em&gt; I did it. I also can’t stop with this &lt;strong&gt;boldness&lt;/strong&gt;. It’s the &lt;strong&gt;new me&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I met a cute boy last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(friend of a friend of a friend, you know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;I’m a stalker&lt;/strong&gt;, and a damn good one at that. I didn’t want that day’s meeting to be the last contact. After 3 days of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deliberating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and building up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I decided to send him a message via facebook. I didn’t bother mentioning &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; I found him. &lt;em&gt;He’s a guy. He probably won’t even wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I made the decision to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uncharacteristically and ridiculously bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;acted&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact I didn’t even spend time thinking about it because &lt;em&gt;I knew I could talk myself out of it&lt;/em&gt;. I just did it. &lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;brazen&lt;/strong&gt;. I emailed him, told him I’m up for getting together and left the rest to fate. &lt;em&gt;We’ll see what fate does with it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It felt good to be bold&lt;/span&gt;. So good in fact that I decided to be bold with &lt;strong&gt;4 other boys&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;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’&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a decision about an hour before I sent that first email. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to go after what I want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I’m going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make things happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my life. When you look at all the really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the world there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one common trait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. These are people who are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not afraid &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt; bold &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; take risks&lt;/span&gt;. The risks don’t always pay off but sometimes they do. And those are &lt;strong&gt;great pay offs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is the likelihood that &lt;em&gt;I’ll be &lt;strong&gt;rejected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by some or &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of these boys. And &lt;strong&gt;that’s ok&lt;/strong&gt; because at least &lt;strong&gt;I’ll know&lt;/strong&gt;. And once I know I’ll be able to &lt;em&gt;close the door of wondering&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;move on, move forward&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will YOU be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uncharacteristically and ridiculously bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And just for funzies, here's a picture of my friends that i happen to fancy (the picture, not the friends, you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2009574682919706403?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2009574682919706403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2009574682919706403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2009574682919706403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2009574682919706403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/stream-of-consciousness-bold.html' title='Stream of Consciousness: BOLD!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S9lOeZ6xGVI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/H1PY1eo1ckQ/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6750336657820482507</id><published>2010-04-24T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:27:33.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Lord&apos;s hand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babylove'/><title type='text'>Jacob &amp; Lisa: give them a baby</title><content type='html'>Apparently this has turned into a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom Blog&lt;/span&gt;. But, &lt;strong&gt;I'm not the mom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my dear friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her husband &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(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).&lt;/em&gt; There is a very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special spot&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;in my heart for these guys. I'm not sure why but you know when people come into your life and you just &lt;strong&gt;adore&lt;/strong&gt; them? That's what happened when I met Lisa and subsequently Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S9O0bFE8IWI/AAAAAAAAEQI/kQUV5C16PNE/s1600/jacobandlisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These guys were just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;approved to adopt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You can read their &lt;strong&gt;beautiful profile&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.itsaboutlove.org/ial/profiles/24172559/ourMessage.jsf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;anyone you know&lt;/em&gt; of is looking for some &lt;strong&gt;awesome parents&lt;/strong&gt;, 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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6750336657820482507?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6750336657820482507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6750336657820482507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6750336657820482507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6750336657820482507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/jacob-lisa-give-them-baby.html' title='Jacob &amp; Lisa: give them a baby'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S9O0bFE8IWI/AAAAAAAAEQI/kQUV5C16PNE/s72-c/jacobandlisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5853064585968172994</id><published>2010-04-06T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:10:27.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babylove'/><title type='text'>lover boys</title><content type='html'>As long as there are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the world there will be reasons for me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Utah I fell in love with 2 new boys. What can I say? My friends make cute kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. All 14inches and 1lb15oz of him. This guy decided to come 3 months early and is now fattening up in the NICU. &lt;strong&gt;Grow, baby boy! Grow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r48ZnsiPI/AAAAAAAAEBM/kZ8z0iBrACU/s1600/sam1+2weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r47xnkrUI/AAAAAAAAEBE/ByW-bYEWEzQ/s1600/sam2+2weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He gives the &lt;strong&gt;best baby hugs&lt;/strong&gt; I've ever had and even smacked an &lt;strong&gt;open mouth kiss&lt;/strong&gt; on me. Ridiculously cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*totally stole these pics from his parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5853064585968172994?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5853064585968172994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5853064585968172994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5853064585968172994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5853064585968172994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/lover-boys.html' title='lover boys'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7r48ZnsiPI/AAAAAAAAEBM/kZ8z0iBrACU/s72-c/sam1+2weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-402849889460920545</id><published>2010-04-06T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:55:03.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>5 days in UT + pictures = awesome</title><content type='html'>Everytime I leave Utah I think maybe I shouldn't be leaving. It's home and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving. Driving Driving.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's super &lt;strong&gt;vain&lt;/strong&gt; to post &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mediocre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pictures of myself on &lt;strong&gt;le blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(even though it's my blog and I can do whatever I want)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but, I just wanted you to see my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I love it. I'm so badass &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAsM4U1xI/AAAAAAAAECk/Xzvtf9Ti5nY/s1600/DSCN0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy &lt;em&gt;Auntie Lu&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Jane&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tongan dances&lt;/strong&gt;... well there are just not words enough to discribe.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAr-L6fOI/AAAAAAAAECc/ZEefNzFwMBQ/s1600/DSCN0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously. &lt;strong&gt;Are you seeing this?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't even try to be stealthy in order to get this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sArkAB09I/AAAAAAAAECU/Yb5zQKQAzrI/s1600/DSCN0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and me. We be good &lt;strong&gt;posers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAre5lQQI/AAAAAAAAECM/TvUW50KnR_Y/s1600/DSCN0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with my favorite &lt;strong&gt;SuperBonBon&lt;/strong&gt;. Love. Love. Love.&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bein' all &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;junk&lt;/strong&gt; in downtown Provo. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAjzgtX5I/AAAAAAAAECE/hHeMrAr4kMI/s1600/DSCN0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workin' it&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;locals&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAjCscO4I/AAAAAAAAEB0/ZPgte6lMx80/s1600/DSCN0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much &lt;strong&gt;cotton candy&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;PopRocks&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Genius&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAiqaFPxI/AAAAAAAAEBs/kp7OLkpv9H0/s1600/DSCN0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conference&lt;/strong&gt; with the ladies.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAiQhkUvI/AAAAAAAAEBk/IftgqNDw91w/s1600/DSCN0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other really &lt;strong&gt;good stuff&lt;/strong&gt; happened but I don't have pictures to prove it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Utah, you always treat me right. I'm ready to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-402849889460920545?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/402849889460920545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=402849889460920545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/402849889460920545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/402849889460920545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-days-in-ut-pictures-awesome.html' title='5 days in UT + pictures = awesome'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sAsM4U1xI/AAAAAAAAECk/Xzvtf9Ti5nY/s72-c/DSCN0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4885538160796295259</id><published>2010-04-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:15:52.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>Church of Calico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did I tell you about the time we went to Calico Ghost Town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Widow summed it up nicely so you'll have to go &lt;a href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2010/02/church-of-calico.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is: MAGICAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack, a Bible and a Smoking Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4885538160796295259?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4885538160796295259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4885538160796295259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4885538160796295259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4885538160796295259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/church-of-calico.html' title='Church of Calico'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S7sHsoYCCfI/AAAAAAAAECs/iMQYKdTvNes/s72-c/calico5a+resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8829429684812660288</id><published>2010-04-01T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T02:47:15.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Vegas. Hello, Utah.</title><content type='html'>I'm heading up north for a long weekend &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(me and all the other Mormons making the semiannual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pilgrimage&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Me, I'm just going home. R&amp;amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd make a mix for the drive. I like driving alone but I need entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Animal - Neon Trees &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Burden of Tomorrow - Tallest Man On Earth&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unloveable&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Babybird&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Soul wrenching, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We Will Walk - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Matisyahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All the Pretty Girls - fun.&lt;br /&gt;6. Middle Distance Runner - Sea Wolf&lt;br /&gt;7. Lasso - Phoenix &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Have I mentioned how much I love Phoenix?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Float On - Modest Mouse &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This song is on almost every single mix I make.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Fireflies - Owl City&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; *Guilty pleasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Walking On A Dream - Empire of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;11. Hot Venom - Miniature Tigers&lt;br /&gt;12. Spaceman - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;13. Fire &amp;amp; Rain - Mat Kearney &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Selfish Jean - Travis&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm A Machine - Shark Speed&lt;br /&gt;16. 1983 - Neon Trees&lt;br /&gt;17. Rome - Phoenix &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Seriously, I really like them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tok&lt;/span&gt; (cover) - Air Raid Anthem &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; much better than the original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely I'll just be listening to The Killers "Day &amp;amp; Age" and The Neon Trees "Habits" albums the whole way. I cannot get enough of them this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me if you want a copy of the mix. I'll send ya a disc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-8829429684812660288?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8829429684812660288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8829429684812660288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8829429684812660288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8829429684812660288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-vegas-hello-utah.html' title='Goodbye, Vegas. Hello, Utah.'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3570732142121890380</id><published>2010-03-27T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:55:35.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>school is cool</title><content type='html'>The other day in &lt;strong&gt;lunchladyland &lt;/strong&gt;a group of 1st graders was asking me what I'm doing for &lt;strong&gt;spring break&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S678m3P0rzI/AAAAAAAAEA8/8nTCcW9R4JU/s1600/atlantis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453573943387795250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S678m3P0rzI/AAAAAAAAEA8/8nTCcW9R4JU/s200/atlantis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;Atlanta&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(She walks away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(whispering)&lt;/em&gt; Doesn't she mean &lt;strong&gt;Atlantis&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;No, sweetheart. She means Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I live in a world where people truly believe in mythical cities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3570732142121890380?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3570732142121890380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3570732142121890380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3570732142121890380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3570732142121890380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-is-cool.html' title='school is cool'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S678m3P0rzI/AAAAAAAAEA8/8nTCcW9R4JU/s72-c/atlantis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8985621614907868785</id><published>2010-03-08T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:05:09.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S5Xy_cPR4FI/AAAAAAAAEAs/TB_jL7CIA9g/s1600-h/HelpMeWhale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446526496100442194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S5Xy_cPR4FI/AAAAAAAAEAs/TB_jL7CIA9g/s320/HelpMeWhale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The thing about it is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I want to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The problem about it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I don't know what to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So, what do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What should I blog about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-8985621614907868785?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8985621614907868785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8985621614907868785' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8985621614907868785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8985621614907868785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/03/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/S5Xy_cPR4FI/AAAAAAAAEAs/TB_jL7CIA9g/s72-c/HelpMeWhale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6926697344844042893</id><published>2010-03-04T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:05:01.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>oi</title><content type='html'>I just looked back over the last year+ of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I used to be funny? and fun? and 20lbs lighter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6926697344844042893?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6926697344844042893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6926697344844042893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6926697344844042893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6926697344844042893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/03/oi.html' title='oi'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5930408459191977510</id><published>2010-02-08T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:39:03.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>kalanicut!</title><content type='html'>Go enter the contest on my sister's blog. Seriously. Go. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalanicut.blogspot.com/"&gt;kalanicut.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5930408459191977510?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5930408459191977510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5930408459191977510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5930408459191977510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5930408459191977510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/02/kalanicut.html' title='kalanicut!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7176323112357163883</id><published>2010-02-02T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:22:27.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>What's your motivation?</title><content type='html'>Just posted over at &lt;a href="http://fitlanthropist.com/"&gt;Fitlanthropist&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out &lt;a href="http://fitlanthropist.com/2010/02/whats-your-motivation/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7176323112357163883?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7176323112357163883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7176323112357163883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7176323112357163883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7176323112357163883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-your-motivation.html' title='What&apos;s your motivation?'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7294552833579827806</id><published>2010-02-01T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:14:50.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>32 for 32</title><content type='html'>Right now I have a mile long list of things I should be doing (sleeping being high on the list) but instead I can't get my mind off of how excited I am about being an even age this year. My odd years are never quite as good (ie- they suck) as my even years so for 362 of the 365 days of 2009 I was just waiting for the year to get over with. Arrival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I herewith present my 32 for 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop putting off going to the grand canyon and go to the grand canyon already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read "Les Miserable" (unabridged)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get rid of everything in my closet that doesn't reflect my true style (attempt replenishing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;send Thank You cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quit at least one of my jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a razor scooter in Europe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;piece a quilt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the temple monthly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to make stir fry like my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start a beach cruiser bike gang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turn a photo into a jigsaw puzzle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw a fancy party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crash a wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to calico ghost town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to 20 concerts/live shows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photoshoot at the dry lake bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a mohawk... or fauxhawk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do tin foil dinners &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep my room clean for two consecutive weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;post more pics on le blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knit something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend a photography workshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put shelves in my storage room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to play the ukelele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go hiking in Zion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch a meteor shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go kayaking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;road trip with just one other person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read the book of mormon in french&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay off my car loan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a rave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7294552833579827806?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7294552833579827806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7294552833579827806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7294552833579827806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7294552833579827806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/02/32-for-32.html' title='32 for 32'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2006965783075902576</id><published>2010-02-01T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:57:12.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>sister</title><content type='html'>My sister has a &lt;a href="http://kalanicut.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's the creative one in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perusing today and found something she wrote about me that I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a small part of her never grew up although she turned out quite grown up and lovely anyway"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why it's great to have sisters. They know me like no one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps- is it any wonder that one of my favorite books in the world is Peter Pan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2006965783075902576?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2006965783075902576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2006965783075902576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2006965783075902576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2006965783075902576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/02/sister.html' title='sister'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4846365400335446382</id><published>2010-01-28T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:42:22.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MToL'/><title type='text'>Megan's Monster MToL</title><content type='html'>Megan wins for best cover art. Hands down. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Maybe if I miraculously get some time I'll post a photo of it).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I sure do like Megan. An awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?m2yx5ymhzmc"&gt;I Would Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)&lt;/a&gt; - Meat Loaf&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zfn5jy45nmw"&gt;Lost In Your Eyes&lt;/a&gt; - Debbie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?imzzygnizlz"&gt;Is This Love &lt;/a&gt;- Whitesnake&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zuiwwjm2xme"&gt;I'll Make Love To You &lt;/a&gt;- Boys II Men&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jnjn3cnwg2y"&gt;I'll Be Loving You (Forever)&lt;/a&gt; - New Kids on the Block&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?na0ynhmz2bn"&gt;Crush &lt;/a&gt;- David Archuletta&lt;br /&gt;7- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5jzjjetkczd"&gt;I Need Love &lt;/a&gt;- LL Cool J&lt;br /&gt;8- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mmioryybwgo"&gt;Intermission &lt;/a&gt;(Instrumental) - My Fair Lady&lt;br /&gt;9- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gkcmzzixneg"&gt;Forever &lt;/a&gt;- Ben Harper&lt;br /&gt;10- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tyftjx0zwdg"&gt;Nothing Fancy &lt;/a&gt;- David Barnes&lt;br /&gt;11- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5zyukdjjwu0"&gt;I'd Die Without You &lt;/a&gt;- P.M. Dawn&lt;br /&gt;12- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zzjl2rdzfmi"&gt;Sleeping To Dream &lt;/a&gt;- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;13- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?lggneywm3jl"&gt;Everything &lt;/a&gt;- Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;14- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zghtm2odmiz"&gt;No One's Gonna Love You &lt;/a&gt;- Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;15- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ozewymtimlz"&gt;Look After You &lt;/a&gt;- The Fray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4846365400335446382?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4846365400335446382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4846365400335446382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4846365400335446382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4846365400335446382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/megans-monster-mtol.html' title='Megan&apos;s Monster MToL'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3249237853926841432</id><published>2010-01-24T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:40:14.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MToL'/><title type='text'>Johnny's MToL</title><content type='html'>Have I told you about my friend John and his awesome project the &lt;a href="http://fitlanthropist.com/"&gt;Fitlanthropist&lt;/a&gt;? Both awesome. You really aught to follow him and help him raise $$ for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he's also super awesome at making mix tapes. He was a &lt;em&gt;veryclose&lt;/em&gt; second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Will You Still Love Me? – Chicago&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nqiohwqojf3"&gt;Heaven Is A Place On Earth &lt;/a&gt;– Belinda Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?k0mmmv2tokz"&gt;Bad Medicine &lt;/a&gt;– Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hmn1dxjwdjy"&gt;Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)&lt;/a&gt; – Journey&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hd2zzg1tktm"&gt;Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ &lt;/a&gt;- Journey&lt;br /&gt;6- Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;7- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ggn5e0md5tv"&gt;Nasty Girl &lt;/a&gt;– Inaya Day&lt;br /&gt;8- Modern Love – David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;9- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?oujnztnwtwu"&gt;Simply Irresistible&lt;/a&gt; – Robert Palmer&lt;br /&gt;10- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nz3tkomnt3i"&gt;With Or Without You&lt;/a&gt; – U2&lt;br /&gt;11- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?anoz0mywgny"&gt;A History Of Lovers&lt;/a&gt; – Calexico/Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;12- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jn0oomgzzay"&gt;Fix You &lt;/a&gt;– Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;13- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zuojwno1tbr"&gt;Needs &lt;/a&gt;– Collective Soul&lt;br /&gt;14- Me And Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;15- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yigitmimyjy"&gt;Are You Gonna Be My Girl &lt;/a&gt;– JET&lt;br /&gt;16- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?cx2qxojoqjz"&gt;Wonderwall &lt;/a&gt;– Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;17- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2yjw3xn0n2t"&gt;Love The One You’re With&lt;/a&gt; – Stephen Stills&lt;br /&gt;18- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dbfcwgzymld"&gt;Dance Me To The End Of Love&lt;/a&gt; – Madeleine Peyroux&lt;br /&gt;19- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5oltg0jjkn3"&gt;You Are The Best Thing&lt;/a&gt; – Ray Lamontagne&lt;br /&gt;20- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?rfmw25oim1y"&gt;Love You&lt;/a&gt; – Sondre Lerche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3249237853926841432?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3249237853926841432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3249237853926841432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3249237853926841432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3249237853926841432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/johnnys-mtol.html' title='Johnny&apos;s MToL'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2701385549945165564</id><published>2010-01-24T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:55:27.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MToL'/><title type='text'>Val's MToL</title><content type='html'>Not just any MToL. The WINNING MToL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known &lt;a href="http://shortandtallofit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valerie &lt;/a&gt;for over a decade &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yikes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. At one point we shared a room. I have always been amazed by Valerie. She's like no one I've ever met before and that just makes me like her even more. Thing is, we rarely see each other, talk, etc aside from keeping up on each others blogs. But Valerie will always and forever be one of my very favorite people in the world. Like, if I was stranded on a desert island and could only take 5 people with me she'd be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shortandtallofit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Val &lt;/a&gt;did an awesome job. I think she won me over with the oozing cheesy goodness of Bread and Air Supply not to mention the delightful surprise of Mr Joel. I was never a fan until now.&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Valerie. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zyltnmnyimz"&gt;When I See You Smile &lt;/a&gt;- Bad English&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zyltnmnyimz"&gt;Lovin' You &lt;/a&gt;- Minnie Riperton&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zzznfjz1o3m"&gt;I'd Love You to Want Me &lt;/a&gt;- Lobo&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?y0ymzonzmnr"&gt;Do That To Me One More Time &lt;/a&gt;- Captain and Tennille&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jju4qnxz2g5"&gt;Everything I Own &lt;/a&gt;- Bread&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zzzjyydkhmy"&gt;Somebody &lt;/a&gt;- Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?uogzy0jyymg"&gt;Take My Breath Away &lt;/a&gt;- Berlin&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yozdzi4mj1t"&gt;The One That You Love &lt;/a&gt;- Air Supply&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hdykdv3ln3t"&gt;True Companion &lt;/a&gt;- Marc Cohn&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mz2tlyjqynz"&gt;She's Got a Way &lt;/a&gt;- Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?cwdoztzn0jn"&gt;In The Dark With You &lt;/a&gt;- Greg Brown&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zjyg4x2mhxy"&gt;Gotta Have You &lt;/a&gt;- The Weepies&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?n4ncjmzzydi"&gt;Hesitating Beauty &lt;/a&gt;- Billy Bragg and Wilco&lt;br /&gt;14)&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ylwqkmmvjjm"&gt;You Are the Best Thing &lt;/a&gt;- Ray LaMontagne&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mziiwfyjyty"&gt;Have a Little Faith &lt;/a&gt;- Michael Franti &amp;amp; Spearhead&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ixiuomjk25o"&gt;Lay Lady Lay &lt;/a&gt;- Pete Drake&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?h2mnytxmidn"&gt;Kathy's Song &lt;/a&gt;- Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?itykzmoymzk"&gt;Chariot &lt;/a&gt;- Page France&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2701385549945165564?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2701385549945165564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2701385549945165564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2701385549945165564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2701385549945165564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/vals-mtol.html' title='Val&apos;s MToL'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6751537440014545528</id><published>2010-01-24T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:42:58.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MToL'/><title type='text'>MY MToL</title><content type='html'>Sorry this has taken so long to post. I have excuses but I won't bore you with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of the game and because I have a great love for making mix tapes I thought I'd make my own MToL. Too bad I didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I also add that it was terribly difficult distinguishing between the super cheesy and the super awesome. And, keeping it to just 20 songs was nigh unto impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas- I present MY MToL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mn4yximmzzw"&gt;All My Life&lt;/a&gt; - K-Ci &amp;amp; JoJo&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ioemb2zdxto"&gt;Faithfully&lt;/a&gt; - Journey&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?q5zmnmmmwu0"&gt;That's When I'll Stop Loving You&lt;/a&gt; - NSync&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2glzzgjtdmn"&gt;From This Moment On&lt;/a&gt; - Shania Twain &amp;amp; Bryan White&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3y2z1dj3ttn"&gt;With You&lt;/a&gt; - Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ztdnodnnujj"&gt;Because You Loved Me&lt;/a&gt; - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?y32nnjmjynz"&gt;I Don't Want To Miss A Thing&lt;/a&gt; - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;8) Everything I Do ( I Do It For You) - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jmmj5nymyyy"&gt;The Way&lt;/a&gt; - Clay Aiken&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zz4mhngijn3"&gt;I Want To Know What Love Is&lt;/a&gt; - Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yeziqzttnon"&gt;Golden &lt;/a&gt;- My Morning Jacket &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Possibly my new favorite song of all time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gz3nzyjmyl1"&gt;14th Of February&lt;/a&gt; - Billy Bragg&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2zudznfj53z"&gt;Longer &lt;/a&gt;- Dan Fogelberg&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?no2mdy3khod"&gt;When U Love Somebody &lt;/a&gt;- Fruit Bats&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wwnnac3nzit"&gt;I Will Not Take My Love Away&lt;/a&gt; - Matt Wertz&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?utnznmmgntj"&gt;First Love &lt;/a&gt;- The Maccabees&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?m2mqwozhroo"&gt;When Did You Fall &lt;/a&gt;- Chris Rice&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?xwzjm5yzado"&gt;Make You Feel My Love&lt;/a&gt; - Adele&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nmu54ztdert"&gt;Hold You In My Arms&lt;/a&gt; - Ray LaMontagne&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hwmmyztgmon"&gt;I Believe In A Thing Called Love &lt;/a&gt;- The Darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6751537440014545528?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6751537440014545528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6751537440014545528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6751537440014545528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6751537440014545528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mtol.html' title='MY MToL'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5023371633813747748</id><published>2010-01-05T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:15:40.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>31 for 31: recap</title><content type='html'>What a &lt;strong&gt;craptastic year&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not kidding. This was undoubtedly the most &lt;em&gt;challenging, stressful, exhausting, frustrating, dissappointing year I have ever had&lt;/em&gt;. I'm almost embarassed to do my recap this year because the majority of my goals were forsaken in lieu of work, work and more work. Alas, it must be done. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31 for 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to the Grand Canyon&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ride a horse&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take photos in a photobooth&lt;/strong&gt; - Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read the Book of Mormon in french&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail. &lt;em&gt;I didn't even read it in english.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read 20 books&lt;/strong&gt; - Check! &lt;em&gt;I loved this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run 500 miles&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail. &lt;em&gt;It was more like 5 miles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run a marathon&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail. &lt;em&gt;I signed up and didn't follow through. Again&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photograph an entire wedding&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. &lt;em&gt;I love my job&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go geocaching outside of Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buy art&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frame my own photography&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ride my bike to church&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail. &lt;em&gt;First it was too cold, then it was too hot and now it's too cold again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to DC&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pay off credit cards&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take swimming lessons&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to an amusement park&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;find a (photography) mentor&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;research organic foods&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. &lt;em&gt;Organic food = overrated. Organic milk = yes, please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a spa day&lt;/strong&gt; - Check! &lt;em&gt;And it was lovely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to a demolition derby&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attend First Friday&lt;/strong&gt; - Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;share a Book of Mormon with someone&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read the entire Harry Potter series again&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. &lt;em&gt;Kind of. I'm still have half of book 7 to finish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go hiking in the Valley of Fire&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make a quilt&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;play the piano in Sacrament Mtg (special musical number)&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. &lt;em&gt;Blew the roof offa dat house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;donate money to a worthy cause&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compile a book (a la David Sedaris)&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail. &lt;em&gt;But at least I came up with a new book idea that is genius. Genius! It's half written in my head&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lose 31lbs&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get married&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail. &lt;em&gt;I'm over trying to accomplish this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... that was even more depressing than I thought it would be. Oh well. That year is over with. On to the next! Huzzah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5023371633813747748?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5023371633813747748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5023371633813747748' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5023371633813747748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5023371633813747748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/31-for-31-recap.html' title='31 for 31: recap'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4632058904253469521</id><published>2010-01-02T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:58:03.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing Leads To Another</title><content type='html'>2009 will officially go down as &lt;em&gt;my worst year ever&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;the year that shat on me over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;. So, I say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Good Riddance!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt;, however, is &lt;em&gt;my year&lt;/em&gt;. That's right. &lt;strong&gt;MINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm under no illusion that everything will be handed to me on a golden platter this year. &lt;em&gt;I'm going to have to make it a great year. &lt;/em&gt;Thus, I've set &lt;strong&gt;three goals&lt;/strong&gt; that will officially make 2010 &lt;strong&gt;my year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Shower more frequently&lt;br /&gt;2) Hold nightly/weekly planning sessions&lt;br /&gt;3) Become independently wealthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts with the &lt;strong&gt;showering&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, you don't see dirty rich people. You don't see really clean, homeless bums. So, I figure, if I shower more frequently the natural next step is &lt;strong&gt;wealth&lt;/strong&gt;. It's basically a flawless plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy New Year, y'all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4632058904253469521?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4632058904253469521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4632058904253469521' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4632058904253469521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4632058904253469521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-thing-leads-to-another.html' title='One Thing Leads To Another'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5429196478399045728</id><published>2009-12-16T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:24:42.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!</title><content type='html'>I quite sure you're still waiting on the edge of your seat for this news. Behold! We have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;Mix Tape of Love&lt;/strong&gt; contest!! Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known you'd win, since everything you do, you do awesomely. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tight race to be sure and you all did very well with the challenge. &lt;strong&gt;I'll post the playlists this weekend&lt;/strong&gt; (when I'm not working steady 6am-10pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay tuned for a Mix Tape of Breakup Songs challenge in the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5429196478399045728?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5429196478399045728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5429196478399045728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5429196478399045728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5429196478399045728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/12/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5364807474995738892</id><published>2009-12-10T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:20:58.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>gonna hafta wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, dearhearts. But, I'm exhausted. I'm working about 25hrs/day this week and don't have time to finish listening and declare a winner of MToL (although I'm pretty sure I already know who it's going to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. Maybe saturday will be the day. Perhaps sunday. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SyIOs__dNjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/zSSktDda0Es/s1600-h/exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413905868307379762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SyIOs__dNjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/zSSktDda0Es/s400/exhausted.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/22966930-5364807474995738892?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5364807474995738892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5364807474995738892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5364807474995738892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5364807474995738892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SyIOs__dNjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/zSSktDda0Es/s72-c/exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3469762034721612740</id><published>2009-12-07T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:15:52.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>Brie, please!</title><content type='html'>I know it kind of feels like &lt;strong&gt;contest central&lt;/strong&gt; around here. Sorry to bombard you but... &lt;strong&gt;BUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you all need to head over to &lt;a href="http://nicolehill.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-10-finalists-for-greatest-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little sussy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to vote for my sister's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toasted Cranapple Brie Sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(France)&lt;/em&gt;. The one by &lt;strong&gt;Kalani Cropper&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you should head over to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kalani's new blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalanicut.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalanicut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Delightful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I haven't posted any good photos of anything good for a good long time I'll share the ditty I created for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#/event.php?eid=195591625193&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;invite&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;I stole the pic&lt;/strong&gt; from the interweb but &lt;strong&gt;I made it better&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412686513591928178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Sx25tNsxxXI/AAAAAAAAD48/g7lMLB49zn0/s400/cropday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS- If you want to celebrate my birthday with me, save the date for &lt;strong&gt;January 2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;/strong&gt;. You're all invited. Flogging Molly. Singstar. Cupcakes. Need I say more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3469762034721612740?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3469762034721612740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3469762034721612740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3469762034721612740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3469762034721612740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/12/brie-please.html' title='Brie, please!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Sx25tNsxxXI/AAAAAAAAD48/g7lMLB49zn0/s72-c/cropday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7310793741294843237</id><published>2009-12-06T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:16:11.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>MToL</title><content type='html'>Big thanks to everyone who entered the contest. I'm waiting for the last few entries to trickle in and I've started the listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I say: You are all brilliant and I love you for entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner will be announced on 12/10(ish).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7310793741294843237?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7310793741294843237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7310793741294843237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7310793741294843237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7310793741294843237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/12/mtol.html' title='MToL'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6977348147464437513</id><published>2009-12-01T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:56:46.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Mix Tape of Love: addendum... OK, FINE!</title><content type='html'>OK, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully sympathize &lt;em&gt;(empathize? I never know the diff)&lt;/em&gt; with the inability to either gather or actually SEND your submissions for &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/10/mix-tape-of-love.html"&gt;MToL&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;extending the deadline&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;4 days&lt;/strong&gt; only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;submissions may be &lt;strong&gt;emailed&lt;/strong&gt; to me in the form of a &lt;strong&gt;playlist only&lt;/strong&gt;- artist &amp;amp; song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the work and find the songs. The important thing here is that I get the playlists.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to submit via actual CD that is still encouraged. But, I'd love to help the helpless here &lt;em&gt;(not that I think you're helpless even though you've had a month to do this and still haven't been able to get your butt in gear... &lt;strong&gt;I'm just saying&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Playlists (song &amp;amp; artist) due by Dec 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Email to &lt;strong&gt;cropstar5&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;hotmail&lt;/strong&gt; dot &lt;strong&gt;com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, if the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Widow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;'s MOM can do it, so can you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6977348147464437513?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6977348147464437513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6977348147464437513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6977348147464437513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6977348147464437513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/12/mix-tape-of-love-addendum-ok-fine.html' title='Mix Tape of Love: addendum... OK, FINE!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-983293191599537411</id><published>2009-12-01T00:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:12:56.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>MIX TAPE of (un)LOVE?</title><content type='html'>Guess what day it is. &lt;strong&gt;December 1st&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how many &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/10/mix-tape-of-love.html"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt; entries I've received. &lt;strong&gt;Zero&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAIL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I win?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do have a submission, let me know and I'll extend the deadline for you. Seriously, I would love it if you submitted. Please? Pleeeeease?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-983293191599537411?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/983293191599537411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=983293191599537411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/983293191599537411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/983293191599537411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/12/mix-tape-of-love.html' title='MIX TAPE of (un)LOVE?'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-637109912488887472</id><published>2009-11-27T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:43:13.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy dazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 26 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I was going to do an awesome picture post documenting my awesome day full of awesome Thanksgiving activities. &lt;strong&gt;I didn't make it past this activity though:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173326096945746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxTL-ctNUlI/AAAAAAAAD4M/-VeDL3vGlVc/s320/DSC02168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow. SUPER flattering picture, n'est-ce pas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's me. In bed. And yes, I do sleep with my computer, books, water bottle and other sundry items. I had tentitively planned on doing some lovely things but ended up spending most of the day in bed- &lt;strong&gt;sleeping, lounging, internetting&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;watched movies, puzzled, ate&lt;/strong&gt;. My crowning accomplishment for the day was &lt;strong&gt;showering&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay, me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I didn't get to spend the day with my family &lt;em&gt;(sad),&lt;/em&gt; cooking or eating. But I truly felt the spirit of the holiday as I was able to spend much of my lazy day reflecting upon the things for which I'm thankful. And indeed, &lt;strong&gt;I have much to be thankful for&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My knowledge of &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;His plan&lt;/strong&gt; (even though sometime I wish His plan for me aligned more with what want and not what I need).&lt;br /&gt;2. My good &lt;strong&gt;health&lt;/strong&gt; despite the lack of care I give to my body.&lt;br /&gt;3. My supportive &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;, their love and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;4. My dear &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; who I love spending time with but who understand when I just need to have some alone time.&lt;br /&gt;5. And, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, my dear blog readers, my pets, my lovelies. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to send my thoughts into cyberspace and to feel like they mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was full of &lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;giving&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-637109912488887472?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/637109912488887472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=637109912488887472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/637109912488887472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/637109912488887472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-26-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 26 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxTL-ctNUlI/AAAAAAAAD4M/-VeDL3vGlVc/s72-c/DSC02168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1943213969657791862</id><published>2009-11-25T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:45:50.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 25 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today, I am grateful for all the lovely people in my life who invited me to share Thanksgiving dinner with them (since my mom told me not to come home this year *single tear) even though I politely declined all offers so that I could spend the entire day with ME, doing whatever I feel like doing. I am so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1943213969657791862?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1943213969657791862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1943213969657791862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1943213969657791862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1943213969657791862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-25-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 25 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2281962050920891258</id><published>2009-11-24T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:58:25.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 24 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today I'm grateful for a black &amp;amp; white dress and electric blue tights. Those tights made me (and some other people) happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2281962050920891258?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2281962050920891258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2281962050920891258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2281962050920891258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2281962050920891258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-24-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 24 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6635384649612170842</id><published>2009-11-23T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:08:35.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Day 23 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Stuffing. Creme Brulee. Pumpkin Pie. Carmel Apple Cake. Roast Vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm grateful that I work in a catering kitchen and get to bring home delicious left overs all. the. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to celebrating Thanksgiving early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6635384649612170842?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6635384649612170842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6635384649612170842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6635384649612170842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6635384649612170842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-23-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 23 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7662092032723383417</id><published>2009-11-22T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:09:49.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Lord&apos;s hand'/><title type='text'>Day 22 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today I really, truly am grateful for all things church (except the last talk in Sacrament Meeting, because, boring!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the Lord's patience with me when I'm being stubborn. I'm grateful that when I decide I'm ready to listen, I can hear what He needs to tell me, whether it be through the Apostles, the Bishop, the Relief Society teacher or the teenager who was forced to speak in Sac Mtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7662092032723383417?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7662092032723383417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7662092032723383417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7662092032723383417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7662092032723383417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-22-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 22 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4712696896573454363</id><published>2009-11-21T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:27:32.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Day 21 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>My backlog of gratitude is coming. Let's just say, it was hard to get back into "real life" mode after being on "vacation" mode for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm grateful that my bride (of the wedding I'm shooting) is so freaking gorgeous and such a natural in front of the camera. It makes my job so, so easy. Seriously, she's one of those girls that you just want to hate because she's so beautiful. But, then you get to know her and realize how awesome she is. Then, you can't help but love her. Love. It's the word of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4712696896573454363?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4712696896573454363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4712696896573454363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4712696896573454363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4712696896573454363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-21-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 21 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3208754129772089541</id><published>2009-11-20T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:12:25.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 20 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm grateful for skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I just love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3208754129772089541?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3208754129772089541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3208754129772089541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3208754129772089541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3208754129772089541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-20-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 20 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6518839109588843749</id><published>2009-11-19T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:09:03.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know what i like?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Day 19 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm grateful for GLEE! And, I'm grateful that I can watch it online whenever I want (for free) since I'm never home to watch TV and can't pay for dvr(tivo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't started watching this show I'd highly recommend you do so now. Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/fod/play.php?sh=glee&amp;amp;ep=1256929400219"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;'s my fav thing that's happened lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6518839109588843749?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6518839109588843749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6518839109588843749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6518839109588843749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6518839109588843749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-19-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 19 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5046325399810916599</id><published>2009-11-18T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:26:18.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 18 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today I'm grateful for my new alarm clock. I'm not happy that it went off at 5am but I'm at least relieved that I didn't sleep through it. Waking up to NPR is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5046325399810916599?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5046325399810916599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5046325399810916599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5046325399810916599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5046325399810916599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-18-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 18 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4025834011919484627</id><published>2009-11-17T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:53:44.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 17 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today I'm grateful that I get to come home to my lovely little house and sleep in my lovely litle bed and be with all of my lovely stuff. As great as it is to be on vacation, it is also great to come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4025834011919484627?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4025834011919484627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4025834011919484627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4025834011919484627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4025834011919484627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-15-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 17 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2293679367469476501</id><published>2009-11-16T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:48:46.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 16 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm grateful for the Clark County Library System. Seriously, it's genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books. Movies. CDs. I take full advantage. My local library is one of my favorite places to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2293679367469476501?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2293679367469476501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2293679367469476501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2293679367469476501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2293679367469476501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-16-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 16 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6893379375660073912</id><published>2009-11-15T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:53:22.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Day 15 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm grateful for the discount I get at work. Buying clothes for myself and others is so much nicer when you only have to pay 1/2 the price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6893379375660073912?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6893379375660073912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6893379375660073912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6893379375660073912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6893379375660073912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-15-of-gratitude_15.html' title='Day 15 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6822587355979152960</id><published>2009-11-14T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:52:39.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 14 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm grateful for my family. As is true with most families, they are crazy. But, I love them. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that we had a peaceful week together. I'm grateful that we all have fun together. Like, seriously, we're hilarious. I'm grateful to know that if ever I was in need, no matter what it was, I could turn to my family and they would be there for me in a split second. They're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Commence sassy comments from the sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6822587355979152960?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6822587355979152960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6822587355979152960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6822587355979152960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6822587355979152960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-14-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 14 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-278359630599668359</id><published>2009-11-13T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:58:32.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 13 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today I am grateful for my polynesian heritage. It is such a rich, beautiful culture.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who ever knew a poly, who ever spent time in the islands or saw one (a poly, not an island) walking down the street feels like, wants to be or thinks they are poly by association. There's a reason for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I don't have to fake being a polynesian or that it's not a culture that I get to experience for one day at PCC. I get to keep it my whole entire life and beyond. Maybe someday I'll take the time to really write a good, hearty post about this topic but for now, I'm just grateful for my heritage. And, that because if it, I can get a really great tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-278359630599668359?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/278359630599668359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=278359630599668359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/278359630599668359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/278359630599668359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-13-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 13 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3794351575645414435</id><published>2009-11-12T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:50:34.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 10, 11 &amp; 12 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I'm still in Hawaii. And, for now that's all I need to feel grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes gratitude needs to be simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3794351575645414435?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3794351575645414435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3794351575645414435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3794351575645414435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3794351575645414435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-10-11-12-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 10, 11 &amp; 12 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6070847468228639088</id><published>2009-11-09T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:33:58.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><title type='text'>Day 6-9 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I'm in Hawaii. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6070847468228639088?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6070847468228639088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6070847468228639088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6070847468228639088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6070847468228639088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-6-9-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 6-9 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3884490819869805051</id><published>2009-11-05T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:34:40.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Day 5 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm grateful that I seriously injured my car by backing into a stucco pillar and will most likely need to get my entire rear bumper replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... except that I'm not grateful for that at all. In fact, I'm really upset about that. Stupid accident. Should have paid better attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for realsies... Today, I'm grateful for a really enjoyable night at a job I usually hate to go to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3884490819869805051?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3884490819869805051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3884490819869805051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3884490819869805051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3884490819869805051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-5-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 5 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2288236619080117588</id><published>2009-11-04T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:50:12.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 4 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, people. This really is going to happen everyday this month. Get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm grateful for &lt;a href="http://meliwilc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChaCha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; being a fat kid with me and stopping at &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; fast food joints to fulfill our cravings. It's good to have friends who will &lt;strong&gt;support&lt;/strong&gt; you in your bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also say that I'm grateful that ChaCha went to the &lt;strong&gt;temple&lt;/strong&gt; with me. I definitely needed a friend as it had been a very long time &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(cough cough seven months cough cough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since I've gotten there. I'll spare you the reasons why &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and no it's not because I wasn't worthy... what kind of a girl do you think I am? Don't answer that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's also good to have friends who will &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; you to get better habits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2288236619080117588?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2288236619080117588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2288236619080117588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2288236619080117588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2288236619080117588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 4 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1333356093441397817</id><published>2009-11-03T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:44:24.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>Day 3 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A stoplight. The breakroom. In line. Eating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the &lt;strong&gt;little moments I'm grateful for today&lt;/strong&gt;. Stolen moments wherein I can enter a literary world so different or so similar to my own. Sometimes a sentence, sometimes a paragraph, sometimes a few pages. I cherish these moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; carry a book with me. Always. In the rare instances when I've forgotten it I panic. I feel like my left arm has been cut off.  Waiting in line, at a stoplight, anywhere without a book is &lt;strong&gt;excruciating&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(only a slight exaggeration, I think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: I love books. I love reading. I love passages that describe something so perfectly. I love learning. I love escaping to another world. I love connecting with myself through other's experiences. So not only am I grateful for the few moments in each day when I get to read, I am grateful for a conscious decision I made at the age of 21 to learn to love reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1333356093441397817?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1333356093441397817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1333356093441397817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1333356093441397817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1333356093441397817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 3 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6004419531722298836</id><published>2009-11-02T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:41:21.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful that I finally found someone to play Battleship with me.&lt;br /&gt;And, that that someone bought me pizza and ice cream, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399793291449080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Su_rY6VcGhI/AAAAAAAAD4E/NSu-LhWeHfo/s400/battleship-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sidenote:&lt;br /&gt;This is the same box that I have for (one of) my battleship game(s). I bought it at D.I. a few months ago because it was the same version I grew up with. I know I shouldn't find this funny but notice where the women are. Yes, in the kitchen doing dishes. Lovesit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6004419531722298836?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6004419531722298836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6004419531722298836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6004419531722298836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6004419531722298836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-2-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 2 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Su_rY6VcGhI/AAAAAAAAD4E/NSu-LhWeHfo/s72-c/battleship-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2462789900316857925</id><published>2009-11-01T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:06:52.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Feet meet Street</title><content type='html'>This morning I was watching the telecast of the &lt;a href="http://www.ingnycmarathon.org/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt; NYC Marathon&lt;/a&gt; and heaven help me if I didn't &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling for &lt;em&gt;Paula Radcliffe&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ryan Hall&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;. But as they fell back and the finish line neared &lt;strong&gt;my attention was turned&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Derartu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;. She sprinted away from the competition looking like she could run another 26.2 miles. But it wasn't her win that impressed me most. It was her &lt;strong&gt;character&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She ran alongside me and was like, come on, come on. We can do it, we can do it," a disappointed Radcliffe told reporters.&lt;br /&gt;"Even when the girls took off she kind of waited with me a bit. But that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Derartu&lt;/span&gt;, She's always been like that." [&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.reuters.com/article/worldOfSport/idINIndia-43598120091102"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cried alongside &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keflezighi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as he crossed the finish line with &lt;strong&gt;USA&lt;/strong&gt; written across his chest and broke down in tears. Tears of joy. Tears of exhaustion. Mine were tears of &lt;strong&gt;awe&lt;/strong&gt;. Tears of &lt;strong&gt;gratitude&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;pride&lt;/strong&gt; in someone who became a citizen just over a decade ago yet represents the spirit of this nation better than most who have lived here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Su6Jb5t2jjI/AAAAAAAAD30/Utrqjmh8GiQ/s1600-h/ing+nyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399404115706416690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Su6Jb5t2jjI/AAAAAAAAD30/Utrqjmh8GiQ/s400/ing+nyc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't just the runners that moved me. It was running in general. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is something very special about running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't describe exactly what it is nor can you know unless you've allowed your feet to meet the street. Perhaps it has something to do with putting miles behind you, not only literally, but figuratively. Something to do with &lt;strong&gt;letting go of the past&lt;/strong&gt; and embracing what lies ahead of you. Something to do with having the &lt;strong&gt;courage&lt;/strong&gt; to do what and go where you never thought you could. Perhaps it has something to do with &lt;strong&gt;conquering&lt;/strong&gt; a particular distance, a particular course that reveals your &lt;strong&gt;physical strength&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mental tenacity&lt;/strong&gt;. Something to do with &lt;strong&gt;teaching&lt;/strong&gt; you about yourself and your ability to conquer the challenging course of everyday life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever it is. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running is special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, after a year long hiatus &lt;strong&gt;I am ready&lt;/strong&gt; once again for my feet to meet the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2462789900316857925?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2462789900316857925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2462789900316857925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2462789900316857925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2462789900316857925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/feet-meet-street.html' title='Feet meet Street'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Su6Jb5t2jjI/AAAAAAAAD30/Utrqjmh8GiQ/s72-c/ing+nyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6280119325636487378</id><published>2009-11-01T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:16:02.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday fun'/><title type='text'>Day 1 of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm grateful that I never have to cover my entire face in black makeup or spray my hair black ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though the results were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399415702746506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Su6T-WzfJYI/AAAAAAAAD38/b-frTgLv7dg/s400/halloween+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6280119325636487378?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6280119325636487378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6280119325636487378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6280119325636487378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6280119325636487378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-1-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 1 of Gratitude'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Su6T-WzfJYI/AAAAAAAAD38/b-frTgLv7dg/s72-c/halloween+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5961076212754638067</id><published>2009-10-30T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:31:50.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>MIX TAPE of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Attention-&lt;/span&gt; THIS IS A CONTEST. And, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want you to enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was driving around and listening to my ipod, &lt;strong&gt;George Michael&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(named in honor of the great George Micheal and George Michael Bluth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So, I started thinking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mixed tapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and how it would be nice to have someone to make a mix tape for... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know... someone like a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And, I was also thinking about how there is so much amazing music out there that I don't even know about and how I know a lot of great music that other people don't know about and how &lt;strong&gt;it would be really awesome to share it all&lt;/strong&gt;. Because, who needs a significant other just to enjoy love songs. Also, I go to a lot of weddings. I always laugh when a DJ plays a song that sounds like a love song because it's slow and pretty but really if you listen to the words you realize it's a breakup song. Gets me every time. I also spend a lot (more than is healthy) of time thinking about wedding videos and songs that would be awesome on a wedding video. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus was born in my mind the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mix Tape of Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;contest&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;So will you enter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398489754175774194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SutJ1Dk7nfI/AAAAAAAAD3s/n-YnwqE9mwA/s400/cassette-tape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the &lt;strong&gt;rules&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mix Tapes must be submitted to me in the form of a &lt;strong&gt;CD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know... seems wrong to call it a tape)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; via hand delivery or mail. Email me at &lt;strong&gt;cropstar5 at hotmail dot com&lt;/strong&gt; and I will email you back my address.&lt;br /&gt;2) MToL entries must have a &lt;strong&gt;minimum of 10 songs&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;maximum of 20 songs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) The &lt;strong&gt;first half&lt;/strong&gt; of the MToL must contain &lt;strong&gt;super cheesy, cliche&lt;/strong&gt; love songs that you are embarassed to admit you love. The &lt;strong&gt;second half&lt;/strong&gt; of the MToL must contain &lt;strong&gt;really amazing, rad&lt;/strong&gt; love songs- the kind that you listen to on repeat for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;4) Entries must include a &lt;strong&gt;playlist &lt;/strong&gt;including song names and artists.&lt;br /&gt;5) Entries must be received by &lt;strong&gt;December 1st&lt;/strong&gt;. That gives you one month, people.&lt;br /&gt;6) Points will be given to cheesy love songs that make me laugh. Points will be given to amazing love songs that make me hit repeat. Points will also be granted based on originality and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;7) The Winner will be declared... as soon as I listen to all the CDs (depending on how many entries there are... you know, like if all 1 of you who still read this blog want to enter).&lt;br /&gt;8) All playlists will be posted here when the winner is announced.&lt;br /&gt;9) The Winner will receive, um, something really cool. Like an iTunes gift card. All entries will receive some sort of prize (though it probably won't be as cool as a gift card).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reals- &lt;strong&gt;spread the word&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone you know, especially all the music connoisseurs you can think of. The more playlists we get, the more amazing music we all discover. It's a win, win, win situation, n'est-ce pas?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edit-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bonus point&lt;/strong&gt; for including &lt;em&gt;a break up song posing as a love song&lt;/em&gt;. You know, the kind you'd hear at a wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5961076212754638067?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5961076212754638067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5961076212754638067' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5961076212754638067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5961076212754638067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/10/mix-tape-of-love.html' title='MIX TAPE of LOVE'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SutJ1Dk7nfI/AAAAAAAAD3s/n-YnwqE9mwA/s72-c/cassette-tape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8535815899500758435</id><published>2009-09-05T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:46:08.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>the climb</title><content type='html'>Hello? &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;echo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;echo...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have no right showing my face around here after &lt;strong&gt;abandoning you&lt;/strong&gt;. But, there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something really important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I need to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley Cyrus is right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see what my bedroom looks like?&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377931339769780418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SqJAD11rGMI/AAAAAAAAD3k/6zOq3efWfpE/s400/messy+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not kidding you people, I disgust myself. I cannot believe the filth I allow myself to live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ones bedroom is a reflection of one's life I'll give you &lt;em&gt;one guess&lt;/em&gt; what my life feels like.&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is: &lt;strong&gt;chaos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps &lt;em&gt;chaos&lt;/em&gt; is the reason there's been &lt;em&gt;no blogging&lt;/em&gt;. Any given day for me involves &lt;strong&gt;running between 4 different jobs&lt;/strong&gt; (yes... &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt;), trying to maintain some semblance of a &lt;strong&gt;social life&lt;/strong&gt; (thus maintaining my sanity, and that's not even an exaggeration) and what little energy I have left for &lt;em&gt;spirituality&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;cleanliness&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;nutrition&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt;. Obviously, there has been no energy left for the latter 4 &lt;em&gt;(yet I seem to have enough time to facebook and don't you dare judge me).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty crazy lately. I haven't really had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(taken?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the time to process through the daily emotions so they've been accumulating. For months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;photographed&lt;/strong&gt; another &lt;strong&gt;wedding&lt;/strong&gt; today. It was great. But, &lt;strong&gt;weddings are stressful&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt;. Being responsible for the lasting memories a bride and groom have of their special day is a lot of pressure. It was awesome. Yet, it was the &lt;strong&gt;tipping point&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I found myself &lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt; a little at the end of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hannah Montana: The Movie".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; For those of you who haven't experienced the &lt;strong&gt;fine art&lt;/strong&gt; that is &lt;em&gt;HM:TM&lt;/em&gt;, at the end of the movie Miley &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as Miley, mind you, not Hannah)&lt;/span&gt; sings &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Climb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Let's not pretend you don't know and love the song... or that I didn't come home and purchase it on itunes and put it on repeat for the last... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and if you really don't then you should just listen to it for the sake of knowing what I'm talking about here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing. The wedding really was great. I got to shoot alongside an &lt;a href="http://www.davidperryfilms.com/"&gt;amazing videographer &lt;/a&gt;and learned a ton from him. It was a &lt;strong&gt;beautiful day&lt;/strong&gt;. The bride and groom were seriously two of the most &lt;strong&gt;quality, good people&lt;/strong&gt; I've ever had the pleasure to meet. I was so genuinely happy for them. I feel like I got some &lt;strong&gt;beautiful shots&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I started thinking about how &lt;strong&gt;I want&lt;/strong&gt;... nay, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a new camera, lenses, a reflector, a video light, experience and &lt;strong&gt;more business&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, do we really even need to talk about the stress of trying to manage my daily schedule and figuring out where I need to be and when? Or, how all I really want is a husband and kids and I don't have that? Or, how I wish I was skinny and healthy and exercised all the time but haven't had (made?) time for it? Or, how I wish I could fix all my friends problems? Or, how I need to read the scriptures, pray and go to the temple but I can't find the motivation? Ugh. But, I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was on a &lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt; from the wedding until I started considering how much &lt;strong&gt;higher&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to and am &lt;em&gt;able&lt;/em&gt; to get. I want to be &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;! I want to be &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;! I want to be &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;! And yet... getting to that higher level is going to take &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;money&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(money that I don't have and have no idea how I'm going to get even though I feel like I work, and work, and work but can't even keep up with my current financial responsibilities and maybe I'm considering prostitution to get it... ok, not really)&lt;/span&gt; and hard work and innovation. And that realization was a little &lt;strong&gt;depressing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;frustrating&lt;/strong&gt;. I want it all. And I want it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wasn't even sure what I was feeling- &lt;em&gt;happy? sad? loved? lonely? talented? inexperienced? hopeful? stressed? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when &lt;strong&gt;Miley&lt;/strong&gt; reminded me that: &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the climb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I knew she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S THE CLIMB&lt;/strong&gt;, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the climb&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-8535815899500758435?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8535815899500758435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8535815899500758435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8535815899500758435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8535815899500758435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/climb.html' title='the climb'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SqJAD11rGMI/AAAAAAAAD3k/6zOq3efWfpE/s72-c/messy+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5802998558539956501</id><published>2009-06-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:08:30.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYTYCD'/><title type='text'>i think i can dance (aka- the day pasha hugged me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-i-can-dance.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see what I did last tuesday. Otherwise known as the greatest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349844303610296546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Sj53DKhWuOI/AAAAAAAADtY/zFP46OgqIJw/s320/sytycd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5802998558539956501?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5802998558539956501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5802998558539956501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5802998558539956501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5802998558539956501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-can-dance-aka-day-pasha.html' title='i think i can dance (aka- the day pasha hugged me)'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/Sj53DKhWuOI/AAAAAAAADtY/zFP46OgqIJw/s72-c/sytycd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8395123589507160924</id><published>2009-06-11T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:26:17.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innappropriate humor'/><title type='text'>totally inappropriate humor</title><content type='html'>anyone who knows me knows &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have the sense of humor of a 15 year old boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i laughed myself to tears last weekend when at the circus &lt;em&gt;(that's right... the CIRCUS! the circus at circus circus!)&lt;/em&gt; the announcer said of the juggler, &lt;strong&gt;"now watch as he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;manipulates seven balls!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; didn't help that the guy was wearing skin tight pleather pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) why i found this really funny:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SjGDHE3GKeI/AAAAAAAADso/UWZfmSbutvY/s1600-h/inappropriate.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346198390252644834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SjGDHE3GKeI/AAAAAAAADso/UWZfmSbutvY/s400/inappropriate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-8395123589507160924?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8395123589507160924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8395123589507160924' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8395123589507160924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8395123589507160924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-inappropriate-humor.html' title='totally inappropriate humor'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SjGDHE3GKeI/AAAAAAAADso/UWZfmSbutvY/s72-c/inappropriate.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1167759964048534726</id><published>2009-05-31T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:12:34.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>Dear Me</title><content type='html'>My awesome blogfriend &lt;a href="http://replikate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; (girl crush, anyone?) started a project called &lt;a href="http://dearbabyme.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-tuned.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wherein &lt;em&gt;"women write letters of advice to younger versions of themselves at crucial points in their personal histories".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Genius&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the first wave of letters posted &lt;a href="http://dearbabyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, then keep coming back for more. It'll make you &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt;. It'll make you &lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt;. It'll make you seriously &lt;em&gt;ponder&lt;/em&gt; what advice you would give to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see my letter to me over at Dear Me but in case some of you are super lazy I'll post my letter here because &lt;strong&gt;you all know how I love talking about me. And what's better than me writing a letter to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Creek,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feels weird trying to give you advice as I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be taking advice from you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're leaving for college in the morning. I know tonight feels like the end of life as you know it but I promise you (I PROMISE!) it only gets better from here. It sounds crazy now but pretty soon you will forget almost everyone from high school and the thing about it is... you won't even feel sad about it. Why? Because you are going to meet some amazing people and experience some amazing things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is sad to think about all the friends and acquaintances you will never see again and this will be a reoccurring theme as life goes on and you move from chapter to chapter. And even though life won't always turn out the way you'd hoped it would, you will always be blessed with great friends wherever you go and they will make every experience richer by their presence. Some will cross your path for only a short time and others will stay with you for life but rest assured, one constant in your life is fabulous friendships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are such a good person. It amazes me. As disappointing as it may sound, I wish I were half as good as you are. So, trust that you are good. Trust that you are great. One of the greatest days of your life is when you realize that you are great just the way you are. Forcing yourself to like Dave Matthews Band (at least more than you would on your own) just for the approval of a boy will one day seem just as absurd as confessing to the boy you like that you are a mega fan of Backstreet Boys (and seeing them in concert will, indeed, be one of the best nights of your life). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which leads me to the next thing I must tell you. You aren't always going to make great decisions. There will be a lot of things you will be able to look back on and regret but you know what? Don't. Don't regret anything. Like the fact that your mantra in college will be "C's for degrees!" and you will heartily adhere to it? You won't have to regret that because college will be damn fun and the social and emotional education you get there will be worth more than a 4.0gpa any day. Be La Belle Dame Sans Regrets! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, having said that, pay attention to the most important piece of advice I will give you: Never underestimate yourself. Don't put limits on yourself. It'll take a lot of fear and a lot of difficult situations (ie training for a marathon) before you realize it but you are capable of WAY more than you give yourself credit for. You can do anything! It's amazing what dedication and consistent hard work will accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it. Go forward. Be brave. Be amazing. You already are. It's just time for you to believe it for yourself. Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo, the 31yr old version of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1167759964048534726?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1167759964048534726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1167759964048534726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1167759964048534726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1167759964048534726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-me.html' title='Dear Me'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3386042188269576182</id><published>2009-05-31T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:04:56.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't love free music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/lrlrl/lr.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is yet another reason why I love Coldplay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3386042188269576182?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3386042188269576182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3386042188269576182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3386042188269576182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3386042188269576182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-doesnt-love-free-music.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t love free music?'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5219658121014231929</id><published>2009-05-28T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:44:45.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llol'/><title type='text'>more facebook fun</title><content type='html'>I used to be in this ward that has this bishop that is... well... he's just &lt;strong&gt;Bishop Z&lt;/strong&gt;. To know him is to love him. The best thing about him is his &lt;em&gt;status updates&lt;/em&gt;. Full of righteousness, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's was not atypical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bishop Z is ready to find all the members at the temple!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The follow up comment was gold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will they be hiding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's tricky about being friends with your Bishop on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;censorship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My status today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cropstar&lt;/span&gt; is warmed up like biscuits... yeah, dance biscuits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Z's&lt;/span&gt; follow up comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey dance biscuit where is the party?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desired follow up comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my pants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5219658121014231929?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5219658121014231929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5219658121014231929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5219658121014231929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5219658121014231929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-facebook-fun.html' title='more facebook fun'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6575675178071847548</id><published>2009-05-22T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:41:19.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>i got my hair did... it didn't do like that before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been threatening to do it for years. I couldn't come up with 5 good reasons not to do it. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some before pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtaA95VpI/AAAAAAAADsQ/ae4LPFcrXfE/s1600-h/hair+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574701997938322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtaA95VpI/AAAAAAAADsQ/ae4LPFcrXfE/s320/hair+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtZzxWPdI/AAAAAAAADsI/63e0KrRAHqA/s1600-h/hair+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574698455645650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtZzxWPdI/AAAAAAAADsI/63e0KrRAHqA/s320/hair+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then The Other One &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chopped off my locks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Doesn't it look like she's enjoying it a little too much? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574706371762274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtaRQsmGI/AAAAAAAADsY/_PlwC7dnGUQ/s320/hair+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Lit'rally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574708737512050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtaaEvEnI/AAAAAAAADsg/NCvTNKY6jjA/s320/hair+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15 inches. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtKFY1_UI/AAAAAAAADr4/eHbZnTJMtCE/s1600-h/hair+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574428306799938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtKFY1_UI/AAAAAAAADr4/eHbZnTJMtCE/s320/hair+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why I should never let my hair air dry without product in it. &lt;em&gt;Hello, 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtKO5WWoI/AAAAAAAADrw/0KSplT8MzLg/s1600-h/hair+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574430859057794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtKO5WWoI/AAAAAAAADrw/0KSplT8MzLg/s320/hair+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually love when people play with my hair but &lt;em&gt;not like this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtJ2KepGI/AAAAAAAADro/DpKzpvjGceA/s1600-h/hair+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574424220017762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtJ2KepGI/AAAAAAAADro/DpKzpvjGceA/s320/hair+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Other One did her magic and made me down right &lt;strong&gt;sassy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtJgX2WVI/AAAAAAAADrg/wTEAJSfpDOc/s1600-h/hair+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574418370517330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtJgX2WVI/AAAAAAAADrg/wTEAJSfpDOc/s320/hair+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes when your friend does your hair after hours at the salon she makes you clean up your own hair. And then you realize that you &lt;del&gt;have&lt;/del&gt; had a sh'load of hair and that your friend cut most of it off. I'm still freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtJa9zJTI/AAAAAAAADrY/vuTQI9PQYMk/s1600-h/hair+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338574416919078194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtJa9zJTI/AAAAAAAADrY/vuTQI9PQYMk/s320/hair+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6575675178071847548?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6575675178071847548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6575675178071847548' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6575675178071847548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6575675178071847548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-my-hair-did-it-didnt-do-like-that.html' title='i got my hair did... it didn&apos;t do like that before'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/ShZtaA95VpI/AAAAAAAADsQ/ae4LPFcrXfE/s72-c/hair+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2118215102217036033</id><published>2009-05-14T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:26:39.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>garage + glow sticks =</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335623584291938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SgvxYWzq4pI/AAAAAAAADqg/z-EJt7ApNIs/s320/cropstar+1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335623585461673618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SgvxYbKjnpI/AAAAAAAADqo/1Vsu1wL5qRw/s320/cropstar+2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll make you one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2118215102217036033?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2118215102217036033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2118215102217036033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2118215102217036033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2118215102217036033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/garage-glow-sticks.html' title='garage + glow sticks ='/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SgvxYWzq4pI/AAAAAAAADqg/z-EJt7ApNIs/s72-c/cropstar+1+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7625716087915688826</id><published>2009-05-11T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:18:48.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>2nd time's a charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334800508675109250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 44px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SgkEzDMnMYI/AAAAAAAADqY/l0-9A9_8h9U/s200/SGM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stgeorgemarathon.com/"&gt;St George Marathon 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE I COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will actually make it to the start line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and hopefully the finish line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how I manage to draw for every running lotto I enter.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm glad I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to lots of &lt;em&gt;running posts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Official training starts on &lt;strong&gt;6.1.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone else running it?&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/22966930-7625716087915688826?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7625716087915688826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7625716087915688826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7625716087915688826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7625716087915688826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-times-charm.html' title='2nd time&apos;s a charm'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SgkEzDMnMYI/AAAAAAAADqY/l0-9A9_8h9U/s72-c/SGM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5247217300483092185</id><published>2009-05-05T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:42:52.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>DO(n't qu)IT</title><content type='html'>Lately, this idea of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plagues my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's so bad about giving up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give it your best, if you give it your all, if you give it the old college try, when is it ok to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I give up"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to abandon hope?&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong to forsake goals you've been unable to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to want to end the heartbreak of unfulfilled dreams?&lt;br /&gt;When can you say, &lt;em&gt;"enough is enough"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't really &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; a "real" job again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being single for life &lt;em&gt;isn't&lt;/em&gt; so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can be fat &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw my arms in the air and exclaim &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I give!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then. There it is. That&lt;strong&gt; little voice&lt;/strong&gt; in my head that says &lt;strong&gt;silly things&lt;/strong&gt; like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just hang on", "Someday soon", "You can do this", "This won't last forever", "You will be loved", "Anything is possible".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crazy thing about it all is &lt;strong&gt;that little voice speaks louder than any other&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm foolish enough to listen to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5247217300483092185?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5247217300483092185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5247217300483092185' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5247217300483092185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5247217300483092185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-quit.html' title='DO(n&apos;t qu)IT'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1407278570113211023</id><published>2009-04-28T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:57:30.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know what i like?'/><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>I still consider myself a blogger in these days of light posting because most of my blogging activity has been in the form of reading other blogs and wishing I was clever enough and had enough motivation to blog about what other bloggers just blogged about. Here's two for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized it's not dirty hippies that I hate. It's &lt;a href="http://hannahighpoint.blogspot.com/search/label/hipster"&gt;hipsters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is a boy who will &lt;a href="http://bishophiggins.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-weeks-498th-least-popular-sin.html"&gt;sin &lt;/a&gt;for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1407278570113211023?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1407278570113211023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1407278570113211023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1407278570113211023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1407278570113211023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1260387665034705864</id><published>2009-04-06T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:00:59.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know what i like?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>(oxy)moron</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about the &lt;strong&gt;contradiction&lt;/strong&gt; that is me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a self proclaimed &lt;strong&gt;conservative republican&lt;/strong&gt;. I really am. I just see no other way to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I know! I can't stop! I know I'm supposed to be listening to Hannity and Rush &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(seriously, I don't like either of those guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Glenn &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(love him though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but try as I might &lt;strong&gt;I cannot stop listening to NPR&lt;/strong&gt;. It's been going on for weeks now and the end is no where in sight. &lt;strong&gt;I feel like such a traitor to my party&lt;/strong&gt; when I listen to such "liberal" news &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(seriously, it's not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don't love it just for the news. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also love it for all the dirty hippy, tree huggin, liberal, weed smokin, indie lovin, eco-freak, soft spoken, socialist, patchouli scented other crap on there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My father would be so ashamed if he knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1260387665034705864?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1260387665034705864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1260387665034705864' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1260387665034705864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1260387665034705864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/oxymoron.html' title='(oxy)moron'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-711906662523047635</id><published>2009-04-06T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:45:38.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babylove'/><title type='text'>LunchLadyLand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, do you know how hard it is to follow up a post like the last one? I mean, there's a lot of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the absence. I've been away a while because &lt;em&gt;thanks to webMD I'm a self diagnosed &lt;strike&gt;sexaddict&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/depression/guide/depression-symptoms-and-types"&gt;depressed &lt;/a&gt;person. Seriously &lt;strong&gt;there's nothing more depressing than realizing that you just might have depression&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a bitch of a downward spiral. Not to worry though. It's not that serious. I've just hit a bit of a rough patch on my life path (&lt;em&gt;to nowhere...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or so it seems&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SdnAgGxJQtI/AAAAAAAADp4/5OhSOvF3xLw/s1600-h/lunchlady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321496092520039122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SdnAgGxJQtI/AAAAAAAADp4/5OhSOvF3xLw/s200/lunchlady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see, my career in &lt;strong&gt;engineering&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;and thus my ability to pay my bills&lt;/em&gt;) is a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;My career as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lunch lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, however, is a thing of the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing about being a lunch lady: &lt;strong&gt;It's awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously, the kids... &lt;strong&gt;loves'em&lt;/strong&gt;. I hear a lot of funny things everyday but the very best conversation happened last week between &lt;strong&gt;2 third grade boys discussing soft vs crunchy taco shells&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B1:&lt;/strong&gt; I like the soft ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B2:&lt;/strong&gt; Most boys like the soft ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B1:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, and girls like the hard ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what she said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK... so maybe I didn't actually say that out loud but you know I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-711906662523047635?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/711906662523047635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=711906662523047635' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/711906662523047635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/711906662523047635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/lunchladyland.html' title='LunchLadyLand'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SdnAgGxJQtI/AAAAAAAADp4/5OhSOvF3xLw/s72-c/lunchlady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-356709373835815061</id><published>2009-02-24T16:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:39:27.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babylove'/><title type='text'>Playgroup</title><content type='html'>This is the true story about how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I joined a playgroup and got kicked out on the same day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my working life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I envied 'stay at home moms'&lt;/span&gt;. Anything with "stay at home" in the job title has got to be awesome.  Right? Cue all the stay at home moms screaming "NO!" A few weeks ago I got a taste of how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that job title is not all it's cracked up to be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some friends/family staying at my house for the weekend, one of which was a miniature person. She was 3 and we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;instant-a-friends&lt;/span&gt;. On the last day of the trip she and I went on a walk. It was a gorgeous monday and since I am basically unemployed I wanted to experience what people do during the day when they're not stuck in an office. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I mean, seriously, did you guys know that the sun shines ALL DAY?)&lt;/span&gt; I had no destination in mind but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 mile and 20 minutes later we ended up at the park&lt;/span&gt; in my neighborhood. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 3 moms sitting on the grass chit-chatting and watching their kids play. I didn't take much notice of them until they said they recognized me from church. My bad. I totally didn't recognize any of them. But I did recognize their kids, probably because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kids in church are still a novelty to me&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I got to know them a bit then turned my attention back to the playground to get in some time on the slide and in the sand. As my friend the Black Widow noted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So, you joined a playgroup... as one of the kids?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently!&lt;/span&gt; While the "other moms" were talking amongst themselves I was on the slide with my 3 yr old and their 3 yr olds making a train over and over and over. Oh, we were having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly, there was a problem&lt;/span&gt;. My miniature friend looked at me with panic in her eyes and exclaimed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have to go potty!"&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately, there were no bathrooms at the park. Being prepared for a moment like this did not occur to me before we left the house. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call me self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the moms in vain if there was a bathroom nearby. Graciously one of them offered to let us go to her house across the street to use her facilities. They started packing up but, I soon realized that would not do. My dear, miniature, panicked friend had waited until the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last possible moment&lt;/span&gt; to inform me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was fixin' to talk to a man about a horse and there would be no walking across the street to do so&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The panic spread from her eyes to mine&lt;/span&gt; as I looked to the moms for some guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We make our boys go in the rocks"&lt;/span&gt; they said. Hold up. My minifriend is a girl. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She ain't skilled in the squatting&lt;/span&gt; if you know what I mean. By the time I got my wits about me minifriend had already started the accident in her pants and added tears for effect. I whisked her to the rocks, yanked down her pants and sat her over my arm so she could finish her business. When I thought the piddle had petered out I asked her if she was finished. She looked at me with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank look&lt;/span&gt; in her eyes which I had no idea how to interpret. At least the crying had stopped. I asked her again. No response. And then... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she dropped the deuce.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah. She went #2 right there in the rocks while I held my arm out for her to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you do when you have a kid go #1 and #2 in the rocks while sitting on your arm? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You pray there is a mother standing there with her magical diaper bag full of tricks.&lt;/span&gt; It was now me with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank look&lt;/span&gt; in my eyes as I turned to my new mom friends with no clue what to do next. There they were with babywipes and a plastic garbage bag for me to clean up the mess. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank th'goodness.&lt;/span&gt; Once minifriend was taken care of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and smiling and happy again with no consideration for the trauma I was now going through)&lt;/span&gt; I took the plastic bag and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picked up the poop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. Do you know the main reason why I don't have a dog? I don't have a dog because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picking up dog poop makes me dry heave.&lt;/span&gt; It's disgusting. Let me tell you, picking up child poop in the same manner? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not. Any. Better.&lt;/span&gt; But, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now considered the mile long return walk home and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chaffing &lt;/span&gt;that would occur on that poor girl if I didn't carry her and the pee soaked pants she was wearing that would get all over me if I did carry her. Umm... But, there they were again, my new mom friends offering me a ride home. Again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank th'goodness&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't want to get pee all over the mom's seat so I made minifriend sit on my lap on the way home thus saturating my clothes with pee anyway. But, we were home and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could pass her off&lt;/span&gt; to her parent to clean up the rest of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked in the door she exclaimed with a smile, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I peed in the park!"&lt;/span&gt; as if it were her greatest accomplishment. We were both proud of ourselves. She peed in the park and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't sell her to the gypsy family down the street&lt;/span&gt; for putting me through the trauma of dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the moms haven't called me to invite me back to playgroup (understandably) I can take heart knowing that I taught my miniature friend one of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most valuable skills she will ever need in life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to squat in nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-356709373835815061?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/356709373835815061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=356709373835815061' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/356709373835815061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/356709373835815061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/playgroup.html' title='Playgroup'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3704362797759042284</id><published>2009-02-24T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:15:40.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>31 FOR 31</title><content type='html'>I'm almost 2 months late posting this so I'd better get on it. I hereby present you my list of 31 things I will do at the age of 31 (seriously, I can't believe I'm now "in my thirties").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the Grand Canyon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a horse*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take photos in a photobooth*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read the Book of Mormon in french*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read 20 books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run 500 miles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run a marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photograph an entire wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go geocaching outside of Las Vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;frame my own photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride my bike to church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to DC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay off credit cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take swimming lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go skinny dipping*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to an amusement park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a (photography) mentor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;research organic foods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a spa day*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a demolition derby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend First Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;share a Book of Mormon with someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read the entire Harry Potter series again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go hiking in the Valley of Fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make a quilt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play the piano in Sacrament Mtg (special musical number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;donate money to a worthy cause&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;compile a book (a la David Sedaris)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose 31lbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get married* (I'll just keep this one on the list for good measure until it finally happens)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Who wants in on what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*denotes unaccomplished repeats from 30 for 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3704362797759042284?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3704362797759042284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3704362797759042284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3704362797759042284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3704362797759042284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/31-for-31.html' title='31 FOR 31'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5928604237942384089</id><published>2009-02-11T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:15:06.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>30 for 30: recap ammendment</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confess to a crush&lt;/strong&gt; - retro check! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it went very well. I didn't confess to my girl crush. I confessed to a boy. A real boy. I think he already knew&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5928604237942384089?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5928604237942384089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5928604237942384089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5928604237942384089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5928604237942384089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/30-for-30-recap-ammendment.html' title='30 for 30: recap ammendment'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1488756088247279751</id><published>2009-02-09T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:15:26.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x4x'/><title type='text'>30 for 30: Recap</title><content type='html'>I can say without hesitation that 30 was seriously one of the best years of my life. Nothing huge or overwhelming happened. It was the best because I felt happy for the entire year (which was a huge relief from kind of crappy years 27, 28 &amp;amp; 29). Just REALLY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, 30 couldn't last forever, which is just really unfortunate... but then again, maybe I'll just lie about my age and 30 really CAN stay forever! Anyway, here's a recap of the 30 things I planned to do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;30 for 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run a half marathon&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/03/race-report-canyonlands-12-marathon.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;In fact, I ran 3 of them (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/03/race-report-canyonlands-12-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/04/race-report-slc-12-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLC &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/race-report-hobble-creek-12-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hobble Creek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;) and LOVED each one. The half is now my favorite distance and I will continue to run several each year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take a continuing education class&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/booyah.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I took a beginning photography class at CSN. I did not expect to fall in love with it as much as I did, nor did I expect it to launch me into a new career.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read "The Count of Monte Cristo" (unabridged version)&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-i-love-to-be.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;That's a good book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay out all night&lt;/strong&gt; - Check! &lt;em&gt;I learned to carry a toothbrush with me at all times because you just never know when you're not going to go home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;write a short story&lt;/strong&gt; - Half Check. &lt;em&gt;Consider it a VERY short story. I wrote the first part. I still intend on writing the middle and the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karaoke in a crowded bar&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-down-28-to-go.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Total Eclipse of the Heart" never sounded so good. By the way... it's a very, very, very long song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attend an mlb playoff game&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-boys-in-blue.html"&gt;Half Fail.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I bought my tickets for a playoff game that never happened. Boo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;use a fake name/story&lt;/strong&gt; - Check! &lt;em&gt;You can call me "Shelby".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;road trip to nowhere&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;Unless you consider Utah "nowhere".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;play in the rain&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-ed-playing-in-rain.html"&gt;Check! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make a budget and at least try to stick to it&lt;/strong&gt; - Super Fail! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiss someone in a crazy location&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;I don't even want to talk about this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attend church services of a different religion&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cook with homegrown herbs&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;I didn't even try to grow them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confess to a crush&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! I&lt;em&gt; should probably have made this "get a crush". OK, truth be told, I did get a crush. But it was a girl crush and I never got the courage to confess to her because I was 200% sure she'd freak out and never talk to me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a spa day&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;The sad thing is I really deserved it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make a rad bleach pen shirt&lt;/strong&gt; - Check! &lt;em&gt;I made several and have more in the works. Who wants one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hike havasupai&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;I had my trip planned and everything. Then, a couple of weeks before the trip a flood wiped the whole place out. Very dissappointed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go one month without tv&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;I hardly watch TV anyway. I did go a whole month without soda though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swing on a rope swing&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;I didn't even SEE a rope swing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take photos in a photo booth&lt;/strong&gt; - Super Fail! &lt;em&gt;It seemed so easy and fun that I kept putting it off until it was too late. Bad idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to a drive in movie&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-found-what-im-looking-for-in.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;One of the greatest nights of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read the Book of Mormon in french&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;At least I read it in english. Too bad I only read it once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get a stamp in my passport&lt;/strong&gt; - Super &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/search/label/eurotrash"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Amazing trip! Though I should probably finish blogging about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buy a digital SLR camera&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-down-28-to-go.html"&gt;Check!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;It changed my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ride a horse&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;Very sad about this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transition to a family ward gracefully&lt;/strong&gt; - Check! &lt;em&gt;And I love it. A lot. I don't miss the singles ward AT ALL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lose 20lbs&lt;/strong&gt; - Half &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/search/label/ww"&gt;Check&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I lost it, but then I gained half of it back at the holidays. Oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get married&lt;/strong&gt; - Fail! &lt;em&gt;But I'm totally cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;14 out of 30. Well, it ain't bad but it ain't good either. Regardless, it was a fantastic year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1488756088247279751?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1488756088247279751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1488756088247279751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1488756088247279751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1488756088247279751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/30-for-30-recap.html' title='30 for 30: Recap'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7367191330167134969</id><published>2009-02-09T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:58:54.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>something's rotten in denmark</title><content type='html'>I've always suspected &lt;strong&gt;I am a victim of multiple personalities&lt;/strong&gt; - I mean, how could someone like demolition derbys AND broadway, roller derby AND art museums, country music AND punk pop, camping AND 4 star hotels, country towns AND big cities, Walmart AND Nordstrom? &lt;strong&gt;I love everything. Everything is my favorite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my multiple personality disorder was suspected it was never confirmed until the other day as I was working with a darling British girl who was in town from New York. &lt;strong&gt;She asked me where I was from.&lt;/strong&gt; This question always throws me into a bit of a panic because I'm never quite sure what question they're &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; asking. Do they mean &lt;em&gt;'Where were you raised?'&lt;/em&gt; or do they mean &lt;em&gt;'What is your ethnic background?'&lt;/em&gt; I never know. See, if I know people are asking the latter question I kind of like to mess with them and answer "Utah" just to watch them squirm a bit until they figure out how to ask the question correctly. This time around I went with the standard answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm from Utah."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her follow up to my answer was NOT expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh really? I would have guessed you were from, like, &lt;strong&gt;Denmark&lt;/strong&gt; or something."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denmark? Really? I'd &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; gotten that one before. But then it hit me. A realization that was both embarassing and wildly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a Utah accent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. While my friend and family would most likely disagree with me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because my everyday accent is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; Utahn)&lt;/span&gt; it is nevertheless true. See, I have this thing that I do when &lt;em&gt;I am trying to sound professional or am around people upon whom I'm trying to make a good impression&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I subconsiously adopt a fake accent.&lt;/strong&gt; I try to speak &lt;em&gt;clearly&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;confidently&lt;/em&gt; but what it comes out sounding like is a Utah accent. Did you catch the &lt;em&gt;irony&lt;/em&gt; in that statement? &lt;em&gt;When trying to sound smart and educated I come out sounding exactly the opposite.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My professional personality is apparently a small town Utahn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me then and there that I've been doing this for years without realizing it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kind of like how half way through the mission I realized that when I spoke french I spoke with a higher voice to sound... I dunno... more french (though everyone thought I was either from Canada or the Netherlands).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose a NY based Brit wouldn't really know what a Utah accent sounds like so the closest thing she could guess was Danish. Why can't I adopt something more sophisticated like her darlin british accent? No... I choose to go back to my roots... or &lt;em&gt;'rhuts'&lt;/em&gt; as we'd say up &lt;em&gt;'Narth'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know I do this am I going to stop? Nope. Why? Because, &lt;strong&gt;I love Utah&lt;/strong&gt;. Also, because &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fake accent totally aligns with my plans of one day becoming legit crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7367191330167134969?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7367191330167134969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7367191330167134969' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7367191330167134969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7367191330167134969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/somethings-rotten-in-denmark.html' title='something&apos;s rotten in denmark'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6029413348861812477</id><published>2009-02-06T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:38:48.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I know it's my own fault. I've been a little out of it blogwise.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few posts milling around in my brain. I'll do my best to commit them to type soon(ish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime please enjoy this song/video I found on another blog. It may be the most fantastic video I've ever seen. Then again, how could I not love something that combines my two favorite things in the world - being in bed during the day and awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6029413348861812477?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6029413348861812477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6029413348861812477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6029413348861812477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6029413348861812477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8752475256243117785</id><published>2009-01-10T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:34:44.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mischief managed'/><title type='text'>Christy is blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt;- don't you hate it when people on Facebook change their status every few minutes to the most boring things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;- my &lt;a href="http://marenmonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;dared me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;So... Just in case you are not my Facebook friend* and weren't able to track my day on friday here is what I was doing in backwards chronological order. You are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:38pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is done updating about the minutiae of her day and knows you are all sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:55am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;1:00am - Tifani&lt;br /&gt;I like that I can look back and see all your activities for the day. So many activities!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:09pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy went to dinner with Tifani and is now going to go take photos of flowers... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:48pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is leaving work and driving home... and is by no means mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:17pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is marvelling that she has only taken ONE potty break today... and this has nothing to do with not being mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:07pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy just turned on her space heater... and couldn't be mad at josh if she tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:04pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is working again... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:01pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is IMing w/ Tifani &amp;amp; wondering if other people would think they are as funny as they think they are and is sure that yes, yes they would... and is not mad josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;1:00am - Tifani&lt;br /&gt;We really are the funniest people I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:36pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is blogging... and it's not about josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:15pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is ready to start detailing again and counting down until she leaves the office... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;4:23pm - Josh&lt;br /&gt;so nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is floss picking her teeth... and has never been mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;4:28pm - Josh&lt;br /&gt;this one too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:44pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy pounded those fries and is now eating her bacon cheeseburger toaster in order to properly observe fast food friday... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:41pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is eating her fries and fry sauce... and could never be mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;4:28pm Josh&lt;br /&gt;i like this one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:38pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is back from sonic and is mad at the wind... but is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:19pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is going to sonic for lunch and will be back in a minute... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;3:23pm - Kelli&lt;br /&gt;im so glad you are not mad at josh :)&lt;br /&gt;3:23pm Tifani&lt;br /&gt;lunch just now? Really! Interesting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:18pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy thinks SHE is the most interesting person on linkup and is wondering where have all the good guys gone... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:16pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is wasting time on ldslinkup right now... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:05pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is texting and responding to emails... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;3:44pm - Megan&lt;br /&gt;Come on Christy!!! Everyone is secretly mad at Josh, even if they don't admit it. I am so mad at him right now and I can't even remember why. I just know he deserves it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;5:07pm Josh&lt;br /&gt;i hate you megan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:58pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is back from the bathroom and is thinking about what to eat for lunch... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:55pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is going to go to the bathroom... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:10pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is going to a meeting at an architects office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:16pm - Amanda&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost sorry I confirmed you as a friend - there are too many updates! ;)&lt;br /&gt;2:33pm - Maren&lt;br /&gt;Are you done with your meeting yet? I need to know what else is going on in your life! And I am mad at Josh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:06pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is drawing steel beam details... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;1:10pm - Tory&lt;br /&gt;I am getting mad at this Josh, just because you are SO not mad!&lt;br /&gt;2:32pm - Maren&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you but I like you Tony!&lt;br /&gt;2:38pm - Josh&lt;br /&gt;what the hell! this is going too far. strangers are hatin' on me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:56pm -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is going to use the copy machine... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:58pm - Tifani&lt;br /&gt;Now the copy machine! Amazing! I am literally on the edge of my seat waiting to hear the latest updates in the exciting life of Christy! And, I am mad at Josh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:43am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is back to drawing details... and is really not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:02pm - Tifani&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for providing the minute by minute details. I feel so much a part of your day now. Like I am there in the office with you. And, I am mad at Josh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:39am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is talking to a client on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:44am - Christy&lt;br /&gt;... and is not mad at josh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:38am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy just walked back to the drafters' office and is now back at her desk... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:27am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is back to drawing details... and is still not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:31am - Maren&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That is so interesting and fascinating. By the way I am STILL mad at that dirtbag Josh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:11am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is drawing floor framing details... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:05am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is talking to her coworker about hot rod and nacho libre... and is still not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:35am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is drawing framing details... and is not mad at josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:05am -&lt;/strong&gt; Christy is totally not mad at josh at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Let's be Facebook friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-8752475256243117785?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8752475256243117785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8752475256243117785' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8752475256243117785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8752475256243117785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/christy-is-blogging.html' title='Christy is blogging.'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-553130549825557998</id><published>2009-01-09T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:04:04.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>i ain't no childbride</title><content type='html'>When I get married I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going to change my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;status to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new last name*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I get married like so many childbrides&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm going to change them the day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I get married just so I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;booyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in their faces for being lame enough to wait as long as they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See... ya learn a thing or two from being single for as long as I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SWfvdOO9-EI/AAAAAAAADoc/-1Y9wG916M4/s1600-h/facebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SWfvpGkio9I/AAAAAAAADok/XNhgoh3xVJA/s1600-h/facebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289459776787489746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SWfvpGkio9I/AAAAAAAADok/XNhgoh3xVJA/s400/facebook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Let it be known that in real life when I do actually get married I am not changing my last name. This is not out of principle. It's out of shear laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Also let it be known that this is not a bitter diatribe. No really. I swear***. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Does it sound like I'm trying to convince myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;****Let's be Facebook friends. I only need 8 more friends to get to 400 and I'm all about the numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-553130549825557998?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/553130549825557998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=553130549825557998' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/553130549825557998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/553130549825557998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-aint-no-childbride.html' title='i ain&apos;t no childbride'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SWfvpGkio9I/AAAAAAAADok/XNhgoh3xVJA/s72-c/facebook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-1311466174537489995</id><published>2009-01-06T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:19:18.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>yum yum</title><content type='html'>Seems even the gods of fortune cookies support me in this career change.&lt;br /&gt;Today after a delicious Thai lunch I got a real fortune cookie, not one of those lame advice/statement cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You will soon be changing your present line of work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't a sign I don't know what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-1311466174537489995?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1311466174537489995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=1311466174537489995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1311466174537489995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/1311466174537489995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/yum-yum.html' title='yum yum'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8899368464949968936</id><published>2009-01-01T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:38:56.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Christy Cropper Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*an email I just sent to all my contacts. Same info applies to you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to be venturing &lt;em&gt;(slowly but surely)&lt;/em&gt; into a new career field- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a fair amount of landscape work but am looking to expand into &lt;strong&gt;wedding and portrait photography&lt;/strong&gt; within this next year &lt;em&gt;(Hurray for 2009!).&lt;/em&gt; You can check out some of the work I've posted on my blog at &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/search/label/photos" target="_blank"&gt;http://cropstar.blogspot.com/search/label/photos&lt;/a&gt; and I will eventually start posting all photography work at &lt;a href="http://christycropperphotography.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://christycropperphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(say that 10 times fast!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I need to expand &lt;em&gt;(ie. start)&lt;/em&gt; my portfolio and get some much needed &lt;strong&gt;practice&lt;/strong&gt; doing portraits I'm offering &lt;strong&gt;free photo sessions&lt;/strong&gt; for the month of &lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt; (after which my fees will be very modest until I become legit... &lt;em&gt;too legit to quit&lt;/em&gt;). Anything from family photos to individual shots. This will include a CD of all the best shots as well as several "enhanced" photos &lt;em&gt;(read: I also need to practice using photoshop!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some ideas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family group shots&lt;br /&gt;Couples&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Newborns&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;Head shots&lt;br /&gt;Senior portraits&lt;br /&gt;Pets&lt;br /&gt;Engagements&lt;br /&gt;Bridals/Groomals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;really excited&lt;/strong&gt; about this and would absolutely &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to "shoot" you and your families. Please feel free to refer any of your friends and family to me as well. The more shooting I do the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to contact me via email at &lt;a href="mailto:christycropperphotography@gmail.com"&gt;christycropperphotography@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; to schedule a shoot. If there is enough interest from you Utah folks I would love to make a trip up towards the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Christmas was lovely and wish you a very &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt; Love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;-Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS- to all the Las Vegans, I'm still accepting piano students if you (or anyone you know) are interested in &lt;strong&gt;piano lessons&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SV0pPiSZX7I/AAAAAAAADoU/83T4FWv19s0/s1600-h/photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426884481572786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SV0pPiSZX7I/AAAAAAAADoU/83T4FWv19s0/s200/photographer.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/22966930-8899368464949968936?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8899368464949968936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8899368464949968936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8899368464949968936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8899368464949968936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/christy-cropper-photography.html' title='Christy Cropper Photography'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SV0pPiSZX7I/AAAAAAAADoU/83T4FWv19s0/s72-c/photographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8292211591012861984</id><published>2008-12-31T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:55:47.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Lord&apos;s hand'/><title type='text'>Recession Schmecession</title><content type='html'>There's a recession going on. Did ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that every time you turn on the television there are endless reports of &lt;strong&gt;economic doom and gloom&lt;/strong&gt;. Frankly I think the media is doing more to harm the economy than anything economic. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're one who has not felt the effects of the economic downturn then I implore you to &lt;strong&gt;be grateful&lt;/strong&gt;. Get down on your knees and &lt;em&gt;thank the good Lord&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I for one have felt it. &lt;strong&gt;Intensely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I still have a job, yes. But my once booming employment is merely a shadow of what it was just a few years ago when we were turning away work we couldn't handle. Now we are chomping at the bit for any scrap of work that falls our way. For the past few months I've been billing about half of what I'm used to, becoming something of a part time employee with a lot of lovely (unpaid) days off simply for the lack of work. And while &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I immensely enjoy not working&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I enjoy money&lt;/strong&gt; (ie. the ability to pay my bills) &lt;strong&gt;even more&lt;/strong&gt;. And for a gal with a mortgage, car payment, credit card bills, etc this economic downturn has daily forced me to my knees &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pleading for the Lord to work &lt;strong&gt;His mighty miracles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in behalf of my coworkers and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confession. I love &lt;a href="http://www.joelosteen.com/Pages/Index.aspx"&gt;Joel Osteen&lt;/a&gt;. Love 'im.&lt;/em&gt; He spoke of God's power and I completely agree with him about what can happen when we put our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God is ready to present you with new opportunities. He wants to open new doors before you. It doesn’t matter what’s happening in the world around you, in the economy, the housing industry, or with job reports; &lt;em&gt;God’s Word still remains true&lt;/em&gt;. He rewards the people who seek after Him. He’s not the least bit concerned about how He’s going to supply your needs. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no recession in heaven&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He has His eye on you, and &lt;em&gt;He still opens doors that no one can shut!&lt;/em&gt; In an instant, He can bring the right people into your life, the right opportunities, and the right resources to take you to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;But in order to go to a higher level, you have to have a higher way of thinking. You can’t stay focused on what’s happening in the natural nor allow worry and fear to fill your thoughts. Remember, God’s ways are higher than our ways. He is working on our behalf behind the scenes in the supernatural realm. &lt;strong&gt;Choose to keep an attitude of faith and expectancy.&lt;/strong&gt; As you do, &lt;em&gt;you’ll move forward through the open doors of blessing God has prepared for you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-8292211591012861984?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8292211591012861984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8292211591012861984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8292211591012861984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8292211591012861984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/recesson-schmecession.html' title='Recession Schmecession'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2107449581076186032</id><published>2008-12-17T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:19:46.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so blessed'/><title type='text'>Happy (belated) Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man who forgets to be &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; has fallen asleep in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Louis Stevenson &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have so much I want to say on this subject right now but I think it's best left unsaid (by me at least). I so loved this thought from Kristin Armtrong's blog which reminded me that no matter my troubles I am well served by being grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let's let Thanksgiving serve as a reminder, not an exception. What if gratitude could become our default? There is nothing as potent as gratitude when it comes to &lt;em&gt;quelling a longing&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;calming restlessness&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;quieting anxious thoughts&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;filling emptiness&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;overcoming doubt&lt;/em&gt; or celebrating abundance. It is a force we can tap into at will, one with the ability to change out perspectives and fuel our potential. When our starting point is gratitude we have already won before we begin.&lt;br /&gt;-Kristin Armstrong &lt;a href="http://milemarkers.runnersworld.com/2008/11/gratitude.html"&gt;11/29/08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I kind of glazed past the month of November without really reflecting on all the things I'm thankful for. I feel it's better late than never for giving thanks. My current top 10 thankfultudes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus and the Book of Mormon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The space heater in my office and any heater for that matter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Morty boys and their mom and M1's and my new blog. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date Night Tuesdays and Singstar Saturdays (which occur anyday of the week, not just saturday). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having any work to do at work and getting a paycheck no matter how small. A boss who doesn't care what time I come to work. Not having a Christmas Party this year because the company is too poor. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new ward. How kind and welcoming everyone has been. Not feeling like a fish out of water as a single amongst the families. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiji water and cheap gas feuling my road trips to/from Utah. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Support and encouragement in going forth in a new career field even though I feel completely inadequate and scared (albeit excited). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The public library. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music that expresses my emotions better than I ever could.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2107449581076186032?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2107449581076186032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2107449581076186032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2107449581076186032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2107449581076186032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-belated-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy (belated) Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-8515479548921039663</id><published>2008-12-17T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:57:26.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret dreams'/><title type='text'>You can call me Shelby Rae</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you about the time when I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prorodeo.com/"&gt;NFR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last week and when the &lt;strong&gt;Rodeo Queens&lt;/strong&gt; rode out I &lt;em&gt;clapped my hands&lt;/em&gt; like a little girl and &lt;em&gt;squealed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh! They're so pretty!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; outloud? It's the honest to goodness truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUliMkNE_vI/AAAAAAAADoE/y-6OPUMr0ko/s1600-h/nfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280860006085099250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUliMkNE_vI/AAAAAAAADoE/y-6OPUMr0ko/s320/nfr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUlfcGh8eFI/AAAAAAAADno/lmxtyhUgEVk/s1600-h/rodeo+queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280856974462580818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUlfcGh8eFI/AAAAAAAADno/lmxtyhUgEVk/s200/rodeo+queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; about rodeo.&lt;/strong&gt; I love it so much that I want nothing more in life than to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rodeo Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I still have to work on my collection of &lt;em&gt;sparkly shirts&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;beltbuckles&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;chaps&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;making my hair really big&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, and I need a &lt;em&gt;horse&lt;/em&gt;. But, when those things come together I will be ready because ya see... any great rodeo queen needs a great &lt;em&gt;cowgirl name&lt;/em&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;cowboy husband&lt;/em&gt; and little &lt;em&gt;cowbabies&lt;/em&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;cowhorse&lt;/em&gt;... well, just a &lt;em&gt;horse&lt;/em&gt;. And I got that all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... when I become a rodeo queen my name will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shelby Rae McCann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My cowboy husband will be named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brooks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(oh, and he'll be a steer wrestler) and our little cowbabyboys will be named &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*. And my horse will be named &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oakley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scary part about this is... &lt;strong&gt;I'm actually serious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUlf_fPY2gI/AAAAAAAADn8/Xlp5YZgIntk/s1600-h/bj+the+bull+rider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857582391056898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUlf_fPY2gI/AAAAAAAADn8/Xlp5YZgIntk/s200/bj+the+bull+rider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and at NFR we were really close to cutie little bullrider &lt;strong&gt;BJ Schumacher&lt;/strong&gt;. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*In reality I really do want to name my future sons Colt and Beau. See how I have trouble distinguishing between reality and non-reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-8515479548921039663?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8515479548921039663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=8515479548921039663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8515479548921039663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/8515479548921039663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-can-call-me-shelby-rae.html' title='You can call me Shelby Rae'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUliMkNE_vI/AAAAAAAADoE/y-6OPUMr0ko/s72-c/nfr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5768199668428623330</id><published>2008-12-15T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:17:05.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegas'/><title type='text'>It's snowing.</title><content type='html'>Yes. It's snowing in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you hear that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Snow. In Vegas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would behoove us all to go home and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;repent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because &lt;strong&gt;Hell just froze over&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5768199668428623330?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5768199668428623330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5768199668428623330' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5768199668428623330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5768199668428623330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s snowing.'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-7622982348855157122</id><published>2008-12-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:06:22.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Canyonlands Half Marathon 2009</title><content type='html'>Here I come! I'm coming to PR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else running &lt;a href="http://www.moabhalfmarathon.org/halfm/halfm.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-7622982348855157122?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7622982348855157122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=7622982348855157122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7622982348855157122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/7622982348855157122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/canyonlands-half-marathon-2009.html' title='Canyonlands Half Marathon 2009'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-147423273202468994</id><published>2008-12-09T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:21:48.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Finally found what I'm looking for... in a relationship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*more photos coming soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you noticed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or not)&lt;/span&gt; I’ve been away for a while. Much of this is due to the fact that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am now in a serious relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; … with &lt;em&gt;these two&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//tifaniwalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Black Widow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meliwilc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Other One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK sorry. I always &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; when people try and trick you into thinking they’re &lt;em&gt;datable/marryable&lt;/em&gt;. Lest you worry, &lt;strong&gt;I’m still here&lt;/strong&gt;. Your singleton friend, ever faithful, ever true. Ever &lt;strong&gt;undatable&lt;/strong&gt;, ever &lt;strong&gt;unmarryable&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(apparently).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; happy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(except when I’m not, but I digress)&lt;/span&gt;. The point here is to tell you about my &lt;em&gt;lovers&lt;/em&gt;, er… &lt;em&gt;girlfriends&lt;/em&gt;, er… &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. Don’t get the wrong idea about me. &lt;strong&gt;I’m all about the men.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hey Balls*, have I ever told you how much &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MEN&lt;/strong&gt;?) &lt;/span&gt;But a girl needs her girls and let me tell you… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got awesome girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Tuesday night has turned into &lt;strong&gt;DATE NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Black Widow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the erstwhile &lt;em&gt;Consumer&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Other One&lt;/span&gt;. Our relationship started out strong- &lt;em&gt;a weekend trip to UT&lt;/em&gt; which included &lt;strong&gt;egregious amounts of food&lt;/strong&gt; (Hello JDawgs!), a dress-up/photo shoot and SingStar! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(obviously…)&lt;/span&gt; Things went so well that we took &lt;em&gt;family photos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'll show you later).&lt;/span&gt; And, decided that we need to see each other on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 1&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt; again… TC’s Rib Crib. Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard. If you ever come visit me in Vegas I’m pretty sure we should eat here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 2&lt;/strong&gt; was the drive in movie. How long has it been since you’ve been to the drive in? I highly suggest going again. Soon. Seriously. So. Fun. True to form we had food and lots of it. What food? KFC! We’ve been on a KFC &lt;em&gt;bender&lt;/em&gt; ever since because damn, that was good. Oh, and we had candy. Lots of it. What can I say… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We like food&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281274193758613266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUra5dhrbxI/AAAAAAAADoM/7pCiOOrEKzY/s320/new_pics_058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 3&lt;/strong&gt; was a failure as I was out of the country &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ie. I was in &lt;em&gt;Utah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and had to miss out. It’s true what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 4&lt;/strong&gt; and thus marks our &lt;strong&gt;one month anniversary&lt;/strong&gt; and subsequently my &lt;em&gt;longest serious relationship to date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (kidding… kind of).&lt;/span&gt; We’re going to go see it &lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt; in Las Vegas. &lt;em&gt;“But it doesn’t snow in Las Vegas!”&lt;/em&gt; I hear you thinking. I know. It doesn’t. But keep in mind that &lt;strong&gt;everything about Las Vegas is artificial&lt;/strong&gt; (and yes, the &lt;em&gt;breasts&lt;/em&gt; are very much included in that statement) so naturally we’d have artificial snow. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what’s NOT artificial about Las Vegas? The cold and the wind. BRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would be the appropriate time to congratulate me on finally finding a &lt;strong&gt;fulfilling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;serious relationship&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This is not nearly as dirty as it sounds. Balls is a person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-147423273202468994?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/147423273202468994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=147423273202468994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/147423273202468994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/147423273202468994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-found-what-im-looking-for-in.html' title='Finally found what I&apos;m looking for... in a relationship.'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SUra5dhrbxI/AAAAAAAADoM/7pCiOOrEKzY/s72-c/new_pics_058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-3046023506410393488</id><published>2008-12-07T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:02:32.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I had a Japanese intern once; I asked him to get some supplies and he never came back. In the end I went to look for him and he jumped out waving his arms and shouted "SUPPLIES!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-3046023506410393488?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3046023506410393488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=3046023506410393488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3046023506410393488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/3046023506410393488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/joke.html' title='JOKE'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-5651728404738316548</id><published>2008-12-05T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:18:03.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm alive and I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a little hiatus from blogging for personal reasons (ie- just didn't feel like blogging) but I missed you all so much and I'm sure you missed me too. But I'm back now and boy, do we have a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a big post this weekend full of funny, serious, interesting, dull, random, whatev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then... here's a funny picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276433744919851730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/STmoiQbU8tI/AAAAAAAADnI/FkUY2G8i5fA/s200/mouse_teddybear%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-5651728404738316548?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5651728404738316548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=5651728404738316548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5651728404738316548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/5651728404738316548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/STmoiQbU8tI/AAAAAAAADnI/FkUY2G8i5fA/s72-c/mouse_teddybear%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-4468323180614586346</id><published>2008-10-30T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:23:19.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>DRUMROLL....</title><content type='html'>And the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;300th Post Giveaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who said... &lt;em&gt;I love your blog because I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reagan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who said... &lt;em&gt;Cropper you have to know how much I love you! And I love everything you post.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amander!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who said... &lt;em&gt;I like you cause you are funny and smart and cute (your blog is also all of these things).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;honorable mention&lt;/strong&gt; goes to &lt;strong&gt;~*Holla at a PLAYA*~&lt;/strong&gt; who was actually one of the winners but since I'll be spending the next 10 days with her I figure that is prize enough. Don't worry playa- you'll get the goods too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Ladies- &lt;strong&gt;email me&lt;/strong&gt; your &lt;strong&gt;address&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shirt size&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I typically use the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=20197&amp;amp;pid=493055&amp;amp;scid=493055002"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gap Essential T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;em&gt;cropstar5&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;hotmail&lt;/em&gt; dot &lt;em&gt;com&lt;/em&gt; and in 2 weeks you will receive your package &lt;strong&gt;chock-full of awesome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone who participated for telling me how much &lt;em&gt;you love me&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;my blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I feel so good about myself)&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the best! I love you all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-4468323180614586346?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4468323180614586346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=4468323180614586346' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4468323180614586346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/4468323180614586346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/drumroll.html' title='DRUMROLL....'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-6516808084351447581</id><published>2008-10-30T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:46:10.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>Last day to enter the GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQniElMuaWI/AAAAAAAADmo/h3sqB6t-5Mo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262986207891974498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQniElMuaWI/AAAAAAAADmo/h3sqB6t-5Mo/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tickin&lt;/span&gt;' peoples! Just a few hours from now and I'll be announcing the winners of the &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/300.html"&gt;300&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; POST GIVEAWAY&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too late to enter. All you lurkers (just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deluding&lt;/span&gt; myself that there actually are some) can come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;out of&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wood works&lt;/span&gt; and enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as a side note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prize package will include my infamous red velvet cupcakes (even if you live far away, I'll overnight them to you!) and also a fantastic little souvenir from Hawaii (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm going there tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;booyah&lt;/span&gt;!) oh and also maybe one of my ridiculously awesome bleach pen shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-6516808084351447581?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6516808084351447581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=6516808084351447581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6516808084351447581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/6516808084351447581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-to-enter-giveaway.html' title='Last day to enter the GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQniElMuaWI/AAAAAAAADmo/h3sqB6t-5Mo/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2018865370935603359</id><published>2008-10-29T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:05:50.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>I just registered for this today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQgKa1STy0I/AAAAAAAADmg/Mctg97YIG6k/s1600-h/Logo%2520all%2520races_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262467620679174978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQgKa1STy0I/AAAAAAAADmg/Mctg97YIG6k/s200/Logo%2520all%2520races_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;a href="http://www.valleyoffiremarathon.com/"&gt;Valley of Fire&lt;/a&gt; Half Marathon on November 22nd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone wanna join me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read some reviews &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marathonguide.com/races/MoreReviews.cfm?MIDD=1564081122&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2018865370935603359?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2018865370935603359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2018865370935603359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2018865370935603359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2018865370935603359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-registered-for-this-today.html' title='I just registered for this today:'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQgKa1STy0I/AAAAAAAADmg/Mctg97YIG6k/s72-c/Logo%2520all%2520races_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2479400932182051587</id><published>2008-10-27T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:26:30.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Who's the best? I'm the best! Booyah!</title><content type='html'>Ack! I'm so behind on blogging! I have so much to tell you about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most importantly, I need to tell you &lt;strong&gt;how awesome I am&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously people. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/scavenger-hunt.html"&gt;told&lt;/a&gt; you &lt;em&gt;I wanted to be better than everyone else in my photography class?&lt;/em&gt; Well, guess what. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They like me! They really like me! (And yes... I do feel total validation from external sources... I mean, why the hell do you think I have a blog in the first place?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the critiques of our 5-in-1 assignment in class tonight our instructor asked who did the &lt;strong&gt;best overall&lt;/strong&gt;. I was the only one who didn't vote for me. &lt;em&gt;I mean... I really wanted to vote for myself &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and in my heart I did)&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't want to look like a complete douche &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or whatever the female equivalent of a douche is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the only reason everyone didn't vote for me on our composition assignment was because they &lt;em&gt;didn't want me to win unanimously again (jerks)&lt;/em&gt;... but I know they all wanted to vote for me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(kidding... kind of).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I still got voted &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; though. So, I got &lt;strong&gt;extra credit&lt;/strong&gt; on both my assignments. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already showed you my &lt;a href="http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/action.html"&gt;5-in-1's&lt;/a&gt; (which were described by my instructor as &lt;strong&gt;"killer shots"&lt;/strong&gt;) so today you get to see my &lt;strong&gt;compositional photos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;. And please... &lt;em&gt;leave me some feedback&lt;/em&gt;. I'd love to hear what you think (even if you think my photos are crap, let me know so that I can improve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262097878201966386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6I_OQnzI/AAAAAAAADlw/hBAlyJhsH2k/s400/comp+lines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262098012658105826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6Q0HGfeI/AAAAAAAADmY/dsqTJ3CJIGE/s400/comp+frame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262097881171345522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6JKSNwHI/AAAAAAAADl4/ktrje41rbDQ/s400/comp+simp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262097883311375858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6JSQcBfI/AAAAAAAADmA/721xe1d-fEQ/s400/comp+asym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6J2b5wdI/AAAAAAAADmI/NjXrl8mlo4E/s1600-h/comp+sym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262097893023138258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6J2b5wdI/AAAAAAAADmI/NjXrl8mlo4E/s400/comp+sym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262097893736319922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6J5F8C7I/AAAAAAAADmQ/JXZL1pkJcGI/s400/comp+thirds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Lines &amp;amp; Shapes&lt;br /&gt;2. Framing&lt;br /&gt;3. Simplicity&lt;br /&gt;4. Asymmetrical Balance&lt;br /&gt;5. Symmetrical Balance&lt;br /&gt;6. Rule of Thirds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2479400932182051587?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2479400932182051587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2479400932182051587' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2479400932182051587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2479400932182051587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/booyah.html' title='Who&apos;s the best? I&apos;m the best! Booyah!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SQa6I_OQnzI/AAAAAAAADlw/hBAlyJhsH2k/s72-c/comp+lines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22966930.post-2257895597669532440</id><published>2008-10-21T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:14:50.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>300! GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My little baby blog is now officially &lt;strong&gt;300 posts&lt;/strong&gt; old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does it feel older than that to anyone else beside me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259542082575209906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SP2lqGkdFbI/AAAAAAAADlo/kawATdFvWL8/s200/restaurant_coupons2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So what are we going to do to &lt;strong&gt;celebrate&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIVEAWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know... giveaways are a &lt;em&gt;totally shameless&lt;/em&gt; tactic to get &lt;strong&gt;readers&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;comments&lt;/strong&gt;. But, &lt;strong&gt;I am shameless&lt;/strong&gt; so this kind of works out. And if y'all knew just how much &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;validation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I get from your comments you'd totally go along with me on this one. So, ya know, &lt;strong&gt;go along with me on this one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The prize:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well... I'm still working on this one. But it's going to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chock-full of awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's how you enter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Leave me a comment and &lt;em&gt;tell me how much you like me&lt;/em&gt; and my blog, why you come here or what you'd like to see more of. I'll gladly oblige any of your suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this seems to be the year of 3s and 0s, we'll keep the contest open until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 30th at 3pm PST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at which time I'll pick &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spread the word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22966930-2257895597669532440?l=cropstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2257895597669532440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22966930&amp;postID=2257895597669532440' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2257895597669532440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22966930/posts/default/2257895597669532440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cropstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/300.html' title='300! GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>cropstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656358346726200231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SxyDqVmCZeI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ifdTJ3wZaZo/S220/691902_DF3M8L9EC6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZD33QK_ehc/SP2lqGkdFbI/AAAAAAAADlo/kawATdFvWL8/s72-c/restaurant_coupons2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
