tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72231118535155802122024-03-21T15:45:27.200-06:00Oblivion in ObscurityMabye, just a little proof of my existence.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-27880635815549263112010-07-07T21:24:00.004-06:002010-07-07T21:54:39.128-06:00The Results..TMI aheadSo finally after 7 years of marriage(and the first time ever) I decided to see a doctor(or NP is you will). Since I'm a coward it took me that long to work myself up enough to go. I've been having some issues for about a year with my body. I won't gross anyone out, but it involves my lady business. I've also realized that my window for having children is getting smaller.<br /><br />I went to see a wonderful nurse pacticioner named LeeAnn Gundy. The sweetest woman ever. As terrified as I was she talked me though every step. Then she had my blood drawn(3 vials!) to run a whole bunch of tests. But at least I was rewarded with a earlier showing of Eclipse, so that made me feel better. Then on Thursday she scheduled me for an ultrasound to look at my ovaries and uterus.<br /><br />Today, I went in to get the results of those tests. I've been diagonsed with PCOS. Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. It leads to weight gain and infertility and a bunch of other crap. My cholesterol is also a little high. So I know have to be on medication for pretty much the rest of my life. With help from this medication it should allow me to have children. We shall see. It should regulate my moods and hopefully help me loss weight.<br /><br />Not the end of the world, I know, but it will be an adjustment. The pills are huge! I also need to change my diet. We will see how it goes.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-59499101228312655912010-04-19T22:59:00.002-06:002010-04-19T23:22:20.766-06:00Doin' thingsWow, I had a busy couple of weeks. On April 5, I went with three other wild and crazy girls (think of it in a Steve Martin accent, get it yet? Okay moving on...) to the Muse concert in SLC. It was awesome! The whole thing was great. And, unlike Vegas, they played one on my favorite songs: Undisclosed Desires. Of course, I like all their songs, but that one is a fav. These three columns had screens on them and different scenes were put on them. Wow, again. Because what more can you say? I'm not the type of person who leads an exciting life, but this was cool.<br /><br />Last Friday night, several girls from work along with boyfriends and spouses went bowling. Thunder Alley as it is known. It was so much fun. Especially with this group of people. They are so funny. Ever trying bowling left handed? Yeah, neither have I. But the hubby did for one game. Hilarious. I tried once and my ball almost landed in the next lane. It's always nice to hang with people who have a sense of humor.<br /><br />In between all of that I've been working a lot lately. Not that I mind. Just helping the boss play catch up. It's always a good time.<br /><br />On Saturday, me and bosslady went to cheer on the SLC marathoners and did some shopping. I was able to get a few ideas on how I want to decorate my family room..<br /><br />Hubby has a doctor's appointment on Thursday so we will see how that goes.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-65998024984768071112010-03-22T23:10:00.003-06:002010-03-22T23:39:14.842-06:00Random.Long time, no post. Hee. I never know what to say. But I'm like that in real life too. I get awkward, my mind goes blank and I got nothing say. I do alot of thinking though. Sometimes I think about how stuck I feel. Like I'm going no where, like I've accomplished nothing. Do you ever feel that something has to give?<br /><br />A couple weeks ago I was lying in bed and had a strong sense of my mortality. It was like a huge weight has dropped on me. I saw black, darkness, a void. Like when this life is gone, there will be nothing. I'm not scared of death. I think I'm more scared of being unproductive and useless in this life.<br /><br />I'm not trying to say that my life is not a happy one, it is. I sometimes just feel like I'm not living up to the expectations that people have for me. The reason that bothers me so much is not because I have to be perfect for everyone, but because I feel like I want to live up to them. I wanted to be successful in these things.<br /><br />My brain is an interesting place.<br /><br />Next thought on my mind: Can I really start running again?Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-40326163779450000982009-11-10T19:44:00.005-07:002009-11-10T20:36:20.577-07:00Food! It's a Good Thing.So on Sunday my family celebrated my little brother's birthday. I was ordered (or politely asked, it depends who you ask) to bring cornbread, so in my new found state of culinary inspiration. I decided to make it. I decided to go with <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">The Pioneer Woman's</a> recipe. I had to improvise a little because I don't have an iron skillet. It turned out okay. Everyone seemed to like it. I found it a little gritty (yes, even for cornbread), but that could be me messing something up. Here's how it looked:<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6q6bEF-8vxlTWcoQ8n7o2RvPwDfjpgMWO4JUwnpTyAiMVAS7ke5K3bl1mpA1yATqs2WXq6rZNgrOWOpANCmJx0gOGK3NU2BNpgWJ1ik8ASRQUvTAYHF9fJ1B8HJ_BBhTSGuuQD8rHmTA/s1600-h/DSCN1121.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402674008204431138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6q6bEF-8vxlTWcoQ8n7o2RvPwDfjpgMWO4JUwnpTyAiMVAS7ke5K3bl1mpA1yATqs2WXq6rZNgrOWOpANCmJx0gOGK3NU2BNpgWJ1ik8ASRQUvTAYHF9fJ1B8HJ_BBhTSGuuQD8rHmTA/s320/DSCN1121.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh216LARAk4kfCDC8O9Ydq6C-LAV7fry62qpKaxKATMvydyEt2K4dF2-AlygTchd9CGsCAk_QMdo4THSY0dtS7ZHDSbEnpnz83ybOkQWI1ylvq5k9KGK314XC7PlV9qsZiQJlRXzbkrYW8/s1600-h/DSCN1120.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402674002642300754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh216LARAk4kfCDC8O9Ydq6C-LAV7fry62qpKaxKATMvydyEt2K4dF2-AlygTchd9CGsCAk_QMdo4THSY0dtS7ZHDSbEnpnz83ybOkQWI1ylvq5k9KGK314XC7PlV9qsZiQJlRXzbkrYW8/s320/DSCN1120.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh282QqtwcaHS0onOVOwCvr-4cQpVxWnYEgr4_jSSrWU6f88u6lvpcurUQmMK-jvx_AnnAcZMyDefSNKJnqCDZ2efvachSGNIa30SehWPLt6C8vFRCCXVXiwLiy3KHkjJSjDB6jiIP6QXk/s1600-h/DSCN1136.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402676695416102434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh282QqtwcaHS0onOVOwCvr-4cQpVxWnYEgr4_jSSrWU6f88u6lvpcurUQmMK-jvx_AnnAcZMyDefSNKJnqCDZ2efvachSGNIa30SehWPLt6C8vFRCCXVXiwLiy3KHkjJSjDB6jiIP6QXk/s320/DSCN1136.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaWH9nDIyqYUm9toZpyHeLl_Oxfh8f0jy6_XqGO_kpntlg00nVgGQFZNS82reV0YEx9RWvAZvYJRPkeqHrM-OljsZcQXeQZDXHNtmBLO1Eao_EM_zjCjP1LJVAQNy7Ca7i2fWMhR0Zng/s1600-h/DSCN1128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402676685815596738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaWH9nDIyqYUm9toZpyHeLl_Oxfh8f0jy6_XqGO_kpntlg00nVgGQFZNS82reV0YEx9RWvAZvYJRPkeqHrM-OljsZcQXeQZDXHNtmBLO1Eao_EM_zjCjP1LJVAQNy7Ca7i2fWMhR0Zng/s320/DSCN1128.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I also made yummy honey butter to go with it. I found the recipe at this <a href="http://mykitchencafe.blogspot.com/">blog.</a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXehyyHQLc80tlKbaHmCEmjDNd78KnZFhVn1aL6arENYYtyyq31lO-yq6glWfIi9jkdFn6ZxmFBMzIYEVOzGMpXDhLRGlIOSHBxTfsCHx4HoqrpIxgw7aSbpCQClVAll6J-f2d8eAyyE/s1600-h/DSCN1122.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673996219449922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXehyyHQLc80tlKbaHmCEmjDNd78KnZFhVn1aL6arENYYtyyq31lO-yq6glWfIi9jkdFn6ZxmFBMzIYEVOzGMpXDhLRGlIOSHBxTfsCHx4HoqrpIxgw7aSbpCQClVAll6J-f2d8eAyyE/s320/DSCN1122.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Wanna know the secret ingredient that restaurants use in honey butter? Of course you do:<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCJhNHcnMkb_vvm8tTvKqGRtNTvH70q_JkxetjLyXn1ETAFGO2W9QpQLQK-6CvExlmOHWSje8KAjePp003-e5RGUdO-ReZnTgcmsTW5yKY_pA0iOW8d1ZRvhMOsSDOUzd1HhDzBggbAQ/s1600-h/DSCN1126.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673988880299778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCJhNHcnMkb_vvm8tTvKqGRtNTvH70q_JkxetjLyXn1ETAFGO2W9QpQLQK-6CvExlmOHWSje8KAjePp003-e5RGUdO-ReZnTgcmsTW5yKY_pA0iOW8d1ZRvhMOsSDOUzd1HhDzBggbAQ/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" /></a> Anybody with common sense can see that they use: Marshmallow Creme? Yep, apparently that adds something a little extra. Hey, it works. Mmmmmm, marshmallow creme.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Continuing along, tonight I decided to make a skillet potatoes. Again the recipe comes from one of my saving graces, <a href="http://mykitchencafe.blogspot.com/">My Kitchen Cafe.</a> It turned out well.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LVO3jJOOSHpgqb8B1m4KNhyphenhyphen4nPVR4wr6x-pqJloIsIx72a1hyKqnrl-iV0nUhyKQiG2KsZs8U2PEVNqndhnoFCwrAY6ecza5ciYQeOQku8VN-2pAHpd7N3weMtt_z8T9Vz3umki86xQ/s1600-h/DSCN1138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402678590430885730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LVO3jJOOSHpgqb8B1m4KNhyphenhyphen4nPVR4wr6x-pqJloIsIx72a1hyKqnrl-iV0nUhyKQiG2KsZs8U2PEVNqndhnoFCwrAY6ecza5ciYQeOQku8VN-2pAHpd7N3weMtt_z8T9Vz3umki86xQ/s320/DSCN1138.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nnpDylTZx1JuDgZx7yS4-7k63cfNi1Y-JQV1P10tbfgEZl6mk8kCVDsGpR_ASNw9PIqPAjtTdNY_T7BJGZOaiFg3s9pWVkN8YUttLPrm1Twp8dfGXbURslyX-GLcKtMeusrPrYaHqso/s1600-h/DSCN1146.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402678586187490370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nnpDylTZx1JuDgZx7yS4-7k63cfNi1Y-JQV1P10tbfgEZl6mk8kCVDsGpR_ASNw9PIqPAjtTdNY_T7BJGZOaiFg3s9pWVkN8YUttLPrm1Twp8dfGXbURslyX-GLcKtMeusrPrYaHqso/s320/DSCN1146.JPG" /></a><br />I need something to go with the potatoes. Hey, I'm not trying to insult potatoes here, I could eat them alone always, but I didn't want them to feel alone. So I made an impromtu Chicken Cordon Bleu. I just lightly seasoned grilled chicken in a pan (which by the way has become my new favorite way to cook chicken), then I warmed up some ham and then placed swiss chesse on top. Yummers!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4M05-X1V1h-gWOomvySdhh2Vy2vRc-7eRJS99LKiehKix2i7ClmCaQ3_qXjW8ZKBLLpXJZh-bWJOFvt8oYX4YbciyzoETgdxYyCBGVlH6Qt1-Q8cGspVlMwPjUwZTmXlcyVV7nWPO1I/s1600-h/DSCN1145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402678575656362018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4M05-X1V1h-gWOomvySdhh2Vy2vRc-7eRJS99LKiehKix2i7ClmCaQ3_qXjW8ZKBLLpXJZh-bWJOFvt8oYX4YbciyzoETgdxYyCBGVlH6Qt1-Q8cGspVlMwPjUwZTmXlcyVV7nWPO1I/s320/DSCN1145.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-59031640549487955322009-11-02T23:59:00.007-07:002009-11-03T00:37:46.098-07:00Nom, nom, nom,I'm a little slow at posting things here. I forget. I wanted to post this before Halloween, but what are you going to do. Nothing that's what. So, anyway, about a week and a half ago I was at Target. And in their bakery area I found this little gem.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzW72b_0taKJeFLoHi73QxLd5mNMkZOmj3Z8OO9HL0Hfclqu4qhITAZDuI95c3pOyIzfuv-PPf_xegGUfc_scdfpyeLTcCRpJOAiduAMUzzWjjVd-E7LCQPd8TUwQ9G03DwNpoGdBbyB8/s1600-h/DSCN0961.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399777002724326706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzW72b_0taKJeFLoHi73QxLd5mNMkZOmj3Z8OO9HL0Hfclqu4qhITAZDuI95c3pOyIzfuv-PPf_xegGUfc_scdfpyeLTcCRpJOAiduAMUzzWjjVd-E7LCQPd8TUwQ9G03DwNpoGdBbyB8/s320/DSCN0961.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFJkIak4efSKVp77NbZ6wY-0a8b7cFZHP9_7i0wQQSlbiW4cL8Zg2eOP6dJAR_DIdF6YyBp-vv3XT9UC1y0vKWHfujvpjHYV35eEqAox0iPOU7U9FhXM8R7CAXzJNFlZGcOIebwwQl8s/s1600-h/DSCN0966.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399775440118058370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFJkIak4efSKVp77NbZ6wY-0a8b7cFZHP9_7i0wQQSlbiW4cL8Zg2eOP6dJAR_DIdF6YyBp-vv3XT9UC1y0vKWHfujvpjHYV35eEqAox0iPOU7U9FhXM8R7CAXzJNFlZGcOIebwwQl8s/s320/DSCN0966.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHC4Hu4GB9RdJ0TZkz_mmBohXuCuK5VvkPae57CVjDuqsfCJuNgI4Vo0yMFip8uFCmfLuQ2YAA1NeEUNTP0BYBZT1nCXfOgbG2u6Ek1v3_h_QyHHndVznfu7rqNkIRmW35mT8mcjUW48/s1600-h/DSCN0971.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399775436237279298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHC4Hu4GB9RdJ0TZkz_mmBohXuCuK5VvkPae57CVjDuqsfCJuNgI4Vo0yMFip8uFCmfLuQ2YAA1NeEUNTP0BYBZT1nCXfOgbG2u6Ek1v3_h_QyHHndVznfu7rqNkIRmW35mT8mcjUW48/s320/DSCN0971.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwgffcqJyumriPUxqYEN239FEFW7rtOPh1gcF1MBZUWi989galOwHp3AJ2U_qUCNZyV2L4JSrsUk2KjdV4LsHEcryb7CNDba0tSR_neaiKWPNtlKaTxEibvmcTrxGdgP1ru2Q1C9Asqc/s1600-h/DSCN0973.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399775429414674194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwgffcqJyumriPUxqYEN239FEFW7rtOPh1gcF1MBZUWi989galOwHp3AJ2U_qUCNZyV2L4JSrsUk2KjdV4LsHEcryb7CNDba0tSR_neaiKWPNtlKaTxEibvmcTrxGdgP1ru2Q1C9Asqc/s320/DSCN0973.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Cute! Candy corn shaped Rice Crispies treat! </div><div>I thought it made a fun treat. And any time you can shape one type of to look like another is fabulous. </div></div></div></div></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-60051839224755494932009-10-05T22:45:00.001-06:002009-10-05T23:02:27.925-06:00One more updateA few weeks ago I developed a sore throat. That lead to a nice little fever (surprisingly not high like I usually get). Which lead to a stuffy nose and a cough. Well, now everything is all cleared up except the cough. I can't do anything. Laughing included. I just start coughing and coughing.<br /><br />This unfortunate circumstance how forced me out of the <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/">Las Vegas Ragnar</a>. It's really sad. I've been training sense July. Oh, and it's Vegas. <br /><br />Oh well, there is nothing that I can do. What a bummer. Hopefully, the That's What She Said team will take lots of pictures.<br /><br />Go team! T-minus 4 days.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-23820210787887762322009-10-05T22:03:00.004-06:002009-10-05T22:46:53.286-06:00Marlboro Man’s Second Favorite SandwichSo for dinner tonight I wanted something a simple and tasty. Because difficult and gross doesn't seem worth it to me. =) In trying to improve my cooking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">repertoire</span> my cool boss has directed me to a couple of food websites that have some awesome recipes.<br /><br /><br />Tonight, my recipe comes from <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/marlboro_mans_s/">The Pioneer Woman</a>. As the title of my post suggest the recipe is called "Marlboro Man’s Second Favorite Sandwich." I've made the first favorite before. And while is was good, it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fattening</span>.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389339993261952482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxKWFPSmnZSlq3GubZslCw0cARH-FhfttujTUMM54kLzHVe9OyBxbYaYHQSBkIk2VQN_M2sIadnYbk3OCSbX3Aha-KTftDW3N2QIMm6hxGrO273RjxPUABYu_lrZ6yuSq1ZcyUqis78I/s320/DSCN0774.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340008757921570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkXJa8ohyNWxZTY3PONFSZoWPnDrxj6ZK5PnuIdqM8b2HNZxeTD29l62hIZJf-odQtstwDrk3aAuKU-1aHB1qJyjS4b0gPMreCG871nnsiOhNBr5WyBsx-BigMihgvkdtZgcc4wiW3FY/s320/DSCN0779.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340003530525650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsd34fUzXzNUvOWYOXI4b-7S8dVcGsnQEzU-76mA5Ru5l3KKWp__9SdyFdsIZFSKr07kuo5B18ruTw6E0HTFNlJwR56O8Mbg0Dcsw9SwasOBfyhHIhBVF_Rm2gbMSAl2Nwx2roHpxZxjw/s320/DSCN0775.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340025642734370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pDBHSBkcP8U3tbVROWQiWogC_0LVnTKoYpqBwqn0Jd5LDCUyQWlASEKG-uUC32kJ-CQv2IV-ptTRU2A3Q_m9NJu0jlY75UXm9Of_vwX9VY8Kn3HzPFwNKZDc8HoEYQZBx6VZxvYKElA/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340019486707586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetJpgrVmP7JqjymUmLPplzWiWpJcsaLLhjoz8LKBSMDLFWMCQN4nqLPsyQ59-UX_q4s4m_XvBRx-Lb_mQbTWtqomlX1vVLj-bzO2kDQ3RHGUzE5v5DBTdj8EG-snbFb9kpEz18qGGu0Y/s320/DSCN0781.JPG" /> </p><p></p><p>The green stuff is avocado. I like avocados so there you go. This turned out really well. I was really happy how good it turned out. Hence the pictures. Thanks Pioneer Woman!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-89779805875600885102009-09-28T00:06:00.004-06:002009-10-05T23:10:20.451-06:00Kanye Interruptus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRE9e-0wWernFKSlOgzOqb564QlsytopcVuYRIjXoE1BAJIGzwkDE8qEGnNPOCZLG_NJwFXSQIKPTJm8_YcfOKHr-LvV2DSQxVUwldmKikp_oD3oc31M80ItEseF4_FWLc_B6T0ipkYA/s1600-h/Kanya+interrupt.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386395902303853330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRE9e-0wWernFKSlOgzOqb564QlsytopcVuYRIjXoE1BAJIGzwkDE8qEGnNPOCZLG_NJwFXSQIKPTJm8_YcfOKHr-LvV2DSQxVUwldmKikp_oD3oc31M80ItEseF4_FWLc_B6T0ipkYA/s320/Kanya+interrupt.png" /></a><br /><div>*Jaw drops* Well, I think that is your personally opinion there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kanye</span>. Some people are so rude. Do you think that he would continue to interrupt people if someone punched him in the face when he tries it again? Sometimes it is surreal how rude people have become, there's just no common <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">courtesy</span> anymore. But if you want <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kanye</span> to interrupt you then go <a href="http://kanyelicious.appspot.com/">here.</a></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-81234965392778565802009-09-02T20:25:00.003-06:002009-09-04T00:32:44.291-06:00I Pledge....Okay, even though I would like to I don't get very politically here. Politically topics always lead to arguments because nobody agrees 100% on anything. Personally I hate all politicians and think we need term limits for Congress members. I think if we start running things on more local levels things would actually get done.<br /><br />Anyway, the reason for my posting is this YouTube video that has been shown in some schools. I've seen a couple of videos like it, but not this one. It's called "I, Pledge." The video is made by the BO administration and it features many celebrities talking about how they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pledge</span> to do some nice for others or good for the Earth. Whatever, haven't we all been told we should be nice. (Until we realize that people suck and no one is as nice as they seem.)<br /><br />I have two major problems with the video. First, is all the celebrities. I have no respect for celebs. They are all immoral <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hypocrites</span>. Even though I know it happens and will always happen I don't think it is right for kids to worship them. This video is just reaffirming that sad reality. Don't get me wrong, it's okay to like the "work" they "do," but idol worship is a bit much. I believe that parents need <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">to</span> teach their children this. I know responsibility is hard, but isn't that one of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">challenges</span> of being a parent? Why not try and get parents involved in making a I, Pledge video?<br /><br />Secondly, I have a very big problem when during the course of the video a couple of the celebs pledge to serve Barack Obama. That is exactly what they said: "I pledge to serve Barack Obama." I find this disturbing. No one should every pledge to serve any politician. You can pledge to serve your country or your fellow man, but never one person. Would you pledge to serve George W. Bush? Hell, no. And no one would have put up with that if it was said a year or more ago. This is no better than my in-laws neighbors telling them they have an obligation to serve the LDS church because they were baptized. You shouldn't have to be manipulated to believe in something. Irritating.<br /><br />Don't be nice because a politician or celebrities tell you to. Be a good person because it's the decent thing to do.<br /><br />Pledge to educate yourself , through school and independently.<br />Pledge to be aware of what is going on around you.<br />Pledge to respect others and others' opinions even when you disagree with them. (Yeah, that's a hard one.)<br />Pledge to listen.<br />And always pledge to be your best.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-16736536187428473292009-08-24T00:42:00.002-06:002009-08-24T01:28:25.955-06:00Movie Weekend.Go movies! I love movies. So what better way to spend a otherwise dull weekend than to go see several movies.<br /><br /><br /><br />On Saturday night I went with cool boss to see <em>The Time Traveler's Wife.</em> I liked it. This movie is about a man who skips around in time and the woman he loves. It makes me want to read the book now to see if I get the same feelings that I hade with the movie. (Side note: I really love books.) How can I explain it? The movie is not fast paced, but it's not slow either in terms of plot development. The one thing that felt odd was from the relationship between the characters and how it felt like you were jumping into the middle of the relationship instead of seeing it develop. Other than that, well besides how worldly a six year old girl is, I thought the movie was very nice for a chic flick. Oh and seeing Eric Bana in the buff isn't too bad either. =)<br /><br /><br /><br />Right after the movie, guess what we did? Saw another one. This time we went to see Julie and Julia. If you don't know, this movie is about the famous chef Julia Child and how she learn to perfect the art of cooking French cusine and publish a book for Americans about said art. And it's also tales the tale of a woman named Julie who wrote of cooking her way through Child's book over the course of a year. She started it as a blog then published a book. I really liked this movie. It was extremely cute and filled with witty charm. Both Amy Adams and Meryl Streep did an amazing job. I have heard of some people not caring too much for the back and forth of when the movie switches from Julie to Julia. I didn't mind this. I thought it flowed nicely. The scenes in some way or another related so you could make an easy comparison.<br /><br />I find it amazing when someone can come up with an idea like that and come out on top. It makes me jealous. I want to be that creative. Do you ever worry that you're not good enough to do what you love?<br /><br />Continuing on......<br /><br />On Sunday, the hubby and myself decided to go see District 9. A new sci fi movie in which aliens get stuck on Earth and trouble ensues. Kudos to the director of this movie. It had the gritty feel that some news stories have without seeming cheesy. The lead actor played the part well. This is not a hero movie. You know, where the lead character goes out and defeats the bad aliens. District 9 is not black and white like that. I would reccomend this movie if you are into sci fi or action. Violence (awesome, but a lot) and swearing gave it an R rating.<br /><br />So it was a good movie weekend. Yay!Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-90709145134257612412009-08-09T23:35:00.002-06:002009-08-10T00:20:41.755-06:00Cirque du SoleilSo tonight me and the hubby went to see Cirque du Solei: Saltimbanco at the E Center. First, let me say it was an awesome show. Very bright and colorful and humorous. Personally I liked the one we saw in Vegas better. That one was called Mystre. It seemd that the latter had more acerobatics than Saltimbanco. This show was still had me in a wonderous awe though. It's just incredible what these people can do! They speak in French, but I think it adds to the ambiance. Unless, of course, you understand French then you can understand what they say. <br /><br />I love the costumes, they have so much piazz and mystery. We were in the front row on the floor, which can be a dangerous place. Dangerous meaning you may be chosen to participate in an activity. So what might happen is they could shake your hand or goof with you a little bit or they might bring you on stage (this is usually just one person). Well if you know me, you know that the idea of being the center of attention freaks me the hell out. Luckily enough, I was not chosen. So if you don't want that, then sit higher up. Actually that reason aside, I think I would sit higher up next time because you don't have to crane your neck as much.<br /><br />If you haven't seen a Cirque du Soleil show, I highly recommend it.<br /><br />Only downside to the evening was when we pulled into the E Center parking lot. These jerk-offs want $10 for parking! I couldn't believe it. How ridculous. Didn't the taxpayer pay for this arena? And now they are basically trying to force people to go through Ticketmaster to buy tickets. Ticketmaster charged me a Building Facility Charge of $3 per ticket, a Convenience Charge of $12.90 per ticket and a Order Processing Charge of $5.10. So that is a grand total of $36.90 in charges. And why is Ticketmaster charging a Building Facility Charge? Haven't we already paid for the building? And should the people performing the show pay for using the building?<br /><br />My suggestion, don't use Ticketmaster if you can help it. That's what I'm going to do from now on. These venues charge you to death and then they wonder why nobody buys anything.<br /><br />But go see a Cirque du Soleil show. =)Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-40495277259331219522009-08-06T23:13:00.002-06:002009-08-07T00:04:12.403-06:00Does it get any easier?So last year I started running because cool boss talked me into doing the <a href="http://ragnarrelay.com/">Wastach Back Ragnar Relay</a>. Let me clarify one small detail: before March 2008 the last time I did any real running was about 16 years ago, you know, when I was 12 or so. What I'm trying to say is that I'm not a runner. I will admit to not being consistant (again, not a real runner) and I sucked when "running" the Ragnar Relay. Now when I say "running" I mean a combination of walking and jogging. I am also slow, meaning I'm pushing about 15 minute miles. <br /><br />This year, because I again decided to do the Ragnar Relay (yes, I am crazy) I wanted to try and do a little better. It's not about winning, it's about finishing. Anyway, I started working out and taking a mixture of fitness classes, which includes Step, Pilates, Cycling and Power Tone. I really liked all the classes and I believe those classes have helped me. I also was running. So this year I have been able to run up to a mile before I have to walk. For me, that is a big improvement. I felt like I did better this year and was pretty consistant. <br /><br />Where is this going, you might ask. Well, we decided to sign up for the Las Vegas Ragnar Relay (did I mention we are crazy?). In preparation for this my husband has began helping me train. He did this last year also, but didn't get the chance before the first Ragnar Relay this year because he was recovering from surgery. His patience is amazing. Isn't is incredible how one person can how so much influence over you (in a good way)? Today and yesterday I have gone about a mile and a quarter before walking.<br /><br />In explaining all of this I have one question.: Does it get any easier? It feels like I'm not making any process. I am not a natural runner. Running in this heat is also very difficult I don't know how some people do it. I don't plan on doing any marathons, but if I could run a 5k I woukld be pleased. One problem is that in order to do this I need to be motivated (I also accepted bribes). Meaning I have to run with someone else (e.g. husband, friends) or else I just can't get into it. It's a bad personality flaw I know, but until reading becomes a form of exercise then that's what I got to go on.<br /><br />But really, does it get any easier?Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-15533273099833279692009-07-28T21:13:00.004-06:002009-07-28T21:47:33.613-06:00Cake PopsSo for a belated birthday treat my cool boss made me some cute little cake pops. Cake pops, what are those you ask? Well, you take a little cake, mix it with some frosting, coat it with more frosting and put it on a stick. They are so cute and yummy. And I have pictures. Oh, she discovered the idea from <a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/">this adorable website.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPjBBakxFA5FeeI1Bi1v4W0FgT64d4NiUfNBnFyROJizv7A0tnXY37Nwa-QtupQ680HGXEo0_mxYudIPvPkinjRf35GJZiFy7R3Gk9Uyy_-a1J0futTJCs_VmCBG9WhCk3s-TvVkcDOU/s1600-h/DSCN0730.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719795125650114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPjBBakxFA5FeeI1Bi1v4W0FgT64d4NiUfNBnFyROJizv7A0tnXY37Nwa-QtupQ680HGXEo0_mxYudIPvPkinjRf35GJZiFy7R3Gk9Uyy_-a1J0futTJCs_VmCBG9WhCk3s-TvVkcDOU/s320/DSCN0730.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDwZ1X8UXQWCkuPn52wgb8dwET5qrISV_iXmMfS8cG3talGuy6qdX6badRiK0d-izBi_rZDOsrdYdiYw3wc41kvkM7FuoV7C9qXchQhB794WRhWdEakhbdRG_1Rfj3WWV9QSOMQTRivo/s1600-h/DSCN0733.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719805440961218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDwZ1X8UXQWCkuPn52wgb8dwET5qrISV_iXmMfS8cG3talGuy6qdX6badRiK0d-izBi_rZDOsrdYdiYw3wc41kvkM7FuoV7C9qXchQhB794WRhWdEakhbdRG_1Rfj3WWV9QSOMQTRivo/s320/DSCN0733.JPG" /></a> It's Edward! <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmlohCEbOIZNoow8gXjNxEK2pAs_bUz6vSV_skD6socUT_QLK9cM5sVTnwo25tNbuFrZD5_HEzAUM68fnW-phtSTZdtyvpUa4uByjgP84EwaRJMWRqyInVqYKiU9NvGLJB2Ubcgex0kQ/s1600-h/DSCN0741.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719807923866562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmlohCEbOIZNoow8gXjNxEK2pAs_bUz6vSV_skD6socUT_QLK9cM5sVTnwo25tNbuFrZD5_HEzAUM68fnW-phtSTZdtyvpUa4uByjgP84EwaRJMWRqyInVqYKiU9NvGLJB2Ubcgex0kQ/s320/DSCN0741.JPG" /></a>Because apparently I'm a Star Wars fan. Who knew.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnBxOhg-otz5rToeAs3EAT0027jyvlPHfqxRnW5K2vpza7Xa5WX9UecwrpHfIAs336atV6SeYGQGcjc7ApjINL4jbaSg_ybmqKD7XbWSKVCZ1HftVUxxBogxx55UhDp9UzDmlIrzUpvY/s1600-h/DSCN0750.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719814650434386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnBxOhg-otz5rToeAs3EAT0027jyvlPHfqxRnW5K2vpza7Xa5WX9UecwrpHfIAs336atV6SeYGQGcjc7ApjINL4jbaSg_ybmqKD7XbWSKVCZ1HftVUxxBogxx55UhDp9UzDmlIrzUpvY/s320/DSCN0750.JPG" /></a>" Oh no, my head is being eaten."<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aDZlFdxNGC6I5eTHcuSL0W7lCXwNnNErY89NVYehtNqnBb5Y2HrsobeebKoI7JQ38W5cuLF635smRyERQgJfOKHWYRUejh0kyKN7r8vWPnDPBkCEFEXWS_wqLLGP0DH15-PjQRzur48/s1600-h/DSCN0753.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719819522955362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aDZlFdxNGC6I5eTHcuSL0W7lCXwNnNErY89NVYehtNqnBb5Y2HrsobeebKoI7JQ38W5cuLF635smRyERQgJfOKHWYRUejh0kyKN7r8vWPnDPBkCEFEXWS_wqLLGP0DH15-PjQRzur48/s320/DSCN0753.JPG" /></a></div></div></div><br />Mmmmmmm, tasty chocolatey brains.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-75035207521742407322009-07-02T19:27:00.003-06:002009-07-02T19:45:37.128-06:00Oh, yeahI also wanted to add two new shows that I discovered. The first is <em>The Little Couple</em>. It is so cute. It is about a married little person couple. She is only 3'2"! I know she is an adult woman, but she is still so cute! Jen(that's her name) is also a doctor. The show is way neat.<br /><br /><br /><br />The second show is called <em>Cake Boss. </em>It is like <em>Ace of Cakes</em>, but it is in Boston. It is because of <em>Cake Boss</em> that I have also started watching <em>Ace of Cakes.</em> I love watching them makes all those cool cakes. One day I am going to get a fancy cake like that, because everyone should have one at least once. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like the cake makers on <em>Ace of Cakes</em> are high. Maybe they are just WAY relaxed, but I still think they are smokin' a little somethin' somethin'. (If you know what I'm sayin', do you?)<br /><br />Both of these shows are on TLC.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-31623753767289323942009-07-01T21:17:00.002-06:002009-07-01T21:30:43.792-06:00Found a New ShowSo about two weeks ago I was channel surfing because I have a million channels and nothing was on. As I was flipping through I came across the History Channel (usually a good choice) and saw the show "Ice Road Truckers." Now, I know this show has been on for awhile, but before it just didn't seem interesting. So I tuned in to give it a try. And I liked it. It is actually very interesting. Just watching how these drivers tackle the roads in Alaska is intense. I like it and am glad I gave it a try. <br /><br />I also like Gangland (although each episode is kinda the same). But I think it is in part to the narrator. His voice is very....capitivating.<br /><br />That is all.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-66293107966012270912009-06-25T22:34:00.003-06:002009-07-01T22:42:31.885-06:00Ragnar Relay 2009So I survived another year. Yay! I actually liked this year better than last year. Even though it rained (it did make for nice running weather). Van 1 was awesome. My teammates were hilarious. Even my leg was better. So I have gathered some photos of are little adventure, please to enjoy.<br /><br />This first picture is at the starting line. The girl in the blue shorts is our first runner. We call her K1:<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdkU4rNLYfTNCxNELJIFX-El4fUjuMNIHQbBTiuE7Skoj2ER6FhMNDjuYjzbCF6OP53gVkQxI9kxy5CnLRf36_tVgurfXMho6f-A5Zi2Drw4XOwSPBtzDugO38Ex6jpG6NvFtMOGwN7A/s1600-h/DSCN0594.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494391274191186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdkU4rNLYfTNCxNELJIFX-El4fUjuMNIHQbBTiuE7Skoj2ER6FhMNDjuYjzbCF6OP53gVkQxI9kxy5CnLRf36_tVgurfXMho6f-A5Zi2Drw4XOwSPBtzDugO38Ex6jpG6NvFtMOGwN7A/s320/DSCN0594.JPG" /></a> Update(7/1/09): As cool boss reminded me, K1 was also known as Ms. Right?. Reason being A6 was always asking (sarcastically) if he remembered her name correctly. So funny.</p><p><br />The second picture is our second runner, Meg. Awww, no fancy nickname for her. She kicked ass.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfEO5JkXgM9HcA0kEHt05F8EMhGgfYyV_v8AdMjxyGIayHDatmGAOiLIx9-r7tyIi-Z3z4By9S7KvXyY6wpKcmo7CboWN_MllOt66rqO1snh_pVzyT-xJQMNClukcBu59t-HjzYoBLbM/s1600-h/DSCN0598.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494385641935458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfEO5JkXgM9HcA0kEHt05F8EMhGgfYyV_v8AdMjxyGIayHDatmGAOiLIx9-r7tyIi-Z3z4By9S7KvXyY6wpKcmo7CboWN_MllOt66rqO1snh_pVzyT-xJQMNClukcBu59t-HjzYoBLbM/s320/DSCN0598.JPG" /></a><br />Next is our third runner (yeah, I can count), Jessi. Look at that beautiful scenery.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmzkHZ5cKvKOc0G24KTsw_gd05n_F_-cXXL8TAd7JnlKLjVn-_K0RPc3r1eHzSsLNOp0proRq7eDaHdrexhRL-l_RJXwaoG6Re17zGHmwTWN-jGX4VR4Orrfufzc1WBiscYCgOC9tO1I/s1600-h/DSCN0602.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494381029082434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmzkHZ5cKvKOc0G24KTsw_gd05n_F_-cXXL8TAd7JnlKLjVn-_K0RPc3r1eHzSsLNOp0proRq7eDaHdrexhRL-l_RJXwaoG6Re17zGHmwTWN-jGX4VR4Orrfufzc1WBiscYCgOC9tO1I/s320/DSCN0602.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div>Here goes our fifth runner, J5. See fancy nickname. Now you may be thinking, "Hey, I thought you could count. I do believe a 4 comes after 3." Well, fear not I am aware that the fourth runner is missing. That fourth runner is me. And there is not a picture of me running. That would be cruel to force on the masses, such an image that would be. </div><div>Update(7/1/09): I didn't really mention how my running went. Well my first one was a little hot, it was also my longest one. I was able to do a mile before I had to start walking. Yay me! I also had a hill, which wasn't too bad. My second run was at night. So it was nice and cool. Flat as flat could be. The only issue was when I had cars coming toward me their headlights would ruin my night vision. Again I went about a mile before I had to stop. Hey, I never said that I was a runner runner. My third leg (yay last one) was down hill. Awesome. It was also raining, which I don't have a problem running in the rain. How refreshing it was. And I did a mile straight. Overall, I had a good time. Van 1 rocked, well, the van.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj788upJPoCsZVhHD0YSGy85pRBorRl1P9zRlEW-DVc-Y3-sNPEWUlEIQ27je1TDKTm4soPnBNGt0dBM0_MJqvFvL_P8yC9sKdXWD619fhN2AHD2GHk8UCCuoYIf6q6B-n0Vs3iukEQE8s/s1600-h/DSCN0604.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493750861328002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj788upJPoCsZVhHD0YSGy85pRBorRl1P9zRlEW-DVc-Y3-sNPEWUlEIQ27je1TDKTm4soPnBNGt0dBM0_MJqvFvL_P8yC9sKdXWD619fhN2AHD2GHk8UCCuoYIf6q6B-n0Vs3iukEQE8s/s320/DSCN0604.JPG" /></a><br /><br />A6 is our last runner in Van 1. Wow, he was good. He just kept on trucking. Our van rocked!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTVXMzB3lb_NJH4V3N2wt_rwBFVEY7Ui1VWyIx9npkCMRqnYNmzLQW5y3XE-7JA348ZPNLdlkVw97Q_ucYWI6N4z5XrCpAuN9qd3rg2FAc6twA7ra6f6poPY1RMLD4H_1kZwHEh8DG2Y/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493740241392658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTVXMzB3lb_NJH4V3N2wt_rwBFVEY7Ui1VWyIx9npkCMRqnYNmzLQW5y3XE-7JA348ZPNLdlkVw97Q_ucYWI6N4z5XrCpAuN9qd3rg2FAc6twA7ra6f6poPY1RMLD4H_1kZwHEh8DG2Y/s320/DSCN0612.JPG" /></a><br /><br />And this last picture is after our team crossed the finish line. It was cold, rainy and we were all tired. BUT, we did it! Go team! Three of our teammates were not able to finish with us. *shakes head* For shame.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOoDerueEAJfuFSGL6SLLSyEjfRQYgV-tkhAvgTWYT7yldef5aEuM588-7uFH6viVfZCWH13jS-KqG-8867KEoR8LR6gpMazVQgTOloYGCQt8cPGKLaQWxQuKjINqIw8TbYEytm9wWGA/s1600-h/DSCN0625.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493738991889826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOoDerueEAJfuFSGL6SLLSyEjfRQYgV-tkhAvgTWYT7yldef5aEuM588-7uFH6viVfZCWH13jS-KqG-8867KEoR8LR6gpMazVQgTOloYGCQt8cPGKLaQWxQuKjINqIw8TbYEytm9wWGA/s320/DSCN0625.JPG" /></a><br />Next year it's Team That's What She Said. </div><div></div><div>Las Vegas Ragnar anyone?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-24422192333998728032009-06-14T23:53:00.004-06:002009-06-15T00:19:23.004-06:00WeekendAwesome weekend! I love when that happens. So on Friday I went with my cool boss and her sister (as it was said sister's birthday, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span>!) to see Joel <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">McHale</span>. If you don't know him, he is the host of "The Soup" on E!. (Not "Talk Soup" mind you) He has also famously starred in "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Spiderman</span> 2," "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">CSI</span>: Miami" and "Pushing Daisies." He is so damn funny! And really nice. I saw him last year at Wiseguys and he took time after each show to sign and pose for pictures. That picture I got with him then didn't turn out as well because I used a cell phone and didn't have a flash. But as you will see below this time the picture is a lot better. He is kind of raunchy. I think it's funny when they do that. It's like they have to be good on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span> so they go crazy when they perform on stage. Although I don't think anyone is as crazy as Bob <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Saget</span>. That guy is filthy, it is quite hilarious.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGrFh58DDCcUqTlIvFEgn1sUcRpg9FaKlr2ZO_7b-_nG02bf1YI0ZQYpEn380YU7Z3wqDfWea0XBQM1wJcoPbvugZ2vvoB_Je1o9rcWy_AYfJsocjxUmxsoHDyiX-PwUv3qAIB43JGSw/s1600-h/DSCN0586+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347429274144788306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGrFh58DDCcUqTlIvFEgn1sUcRpg9FaKlr2ZO_7b-_nG02bf1YI0ZQYpEn380YU7Z3wqDfWea0XBQM1wJcoPbvugZ2vvoB_Je1o9rcWy_AYfJsocjxUmxsoHDyiX-PwUv3qAIB43JGSw/s320/DSCN0586+-+Copy.JPG" /></a> He also <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">signed</span> a t-shirt. I need to get a picture of that and put in on here.<br /><br /><br />On Saturday, we went out to a movie, "The Hangover." It was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">freakin</span>' awesome. I laugh so much through this movie. Before we went to the movie, the hubby and I went out to dinner at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Biaggi's</span>. It's an Italian restaurant. It was quite tasty. I did find something new though. It's called black <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fettuccine</span>.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghf8KwUdv-GYrIKOC5FJ9NeU0gUK7YwBNjSLxin53PMcFF6knChuE49dum5rR8ntqjimmDzwwy1fB6TEx74q_oiM98ycKlIOi9bvNTfVYa6IAqvLy8B36egppLdF_Z_n7iuIaXJUwQVas/s1600-h/Black+fettecini.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347429267830706434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghf8KwUdv-GYrIKOC5FJ9NeU0gUK7YwBNjSLxin53PMcFF6knChuE49dum5rR8ntqjimmDzwwy1fB6TEx74q_oiM98ycKlIOi9bvNTfVYa6IAqvLy8B36egppLdF_Z_n7iuIaXJUwQVas/s320/Black+fettecini.jpg" /></a> I know, crazy! I guess it's just regular <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fettuccine</span> that uses some type of squid oil(ink?). It's tasteless, but still cool. I mean, it's black! It also had lobster in it. Pretty good. The only bad part was that it had green onions in it. Those damn tiny chopped pieces that stick to everything. Nice place for a good price.<br /><br /><div></div></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-23797651276978204642009-06-08T22:11:00.004-06:002009-06-08T23:18:42.035-06:00My Little Bro's WeddingOn June 6, 2009 my little brother got married. How sweet. The following are pictures of the blessed event.<br /><br />This first photo is of the newlyweds exiting the Salt Lake City Mormon Temple where they where married and sealed for (according to the Mormon faith) time and eternity. That is a long time. Hope they really like each other. =)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cBVtq5yT_rmZSWxGxUGZtBrptPamiR4KNug-C_xuDVMyzCyZ23Ev86ELPNZHS1SD-OGs_-Kppb4PIohGj0ZXzjPOWRjbecN3YEhhf7AK6m71Wu1HwEeOJREeO1BvJk4PH0x-hDeYbB8/s1600-h/Wedding+Day+3+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178791276774658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cBVtq5yT_rmZSWxGxUGZtBrptPamiR4KNug-C_xuDVMyzCyZ23Ev86ELPNZHS1SD-OGs_-Kppb4PIohGj0ZXzjPOWRjbecN3YEhhf7AK6m71Wu1HwEeOJREeO1BvJk4PH0x-hDeYbB8/s320/Wedding+Day+3+-+Copy.JPG" /></a>This next one is a picture of my parents and the bride and groom in front of the actual temple. Apparently the doors you see below are locked and no one goes in or out those. So the couple goes into the doors (above) and gets into the temple that way. So I've been told.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178807048089538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kCMs8gXmOYDbKdg2sQbtyZybqScRNrCxmxke7Em-tV_yRzhNOvmpYp-7gPHjd4R-8rILFMzOnnXMn3PdWpaRfT_RgFt-kMjy25yn8eJqxDllGF_alM_MHa6XdSuK8MVFooHLXfT_G40/s320/Wedding+Day+23.JPG" /> Next we have the "ring ceremony." Do I hear you asking what the hell does that mean? Well, let me enlighten you. It is kind of a new thing that the Mormons do after they get married. If the bride and groom so choose, the gather family and friends who were not able to go into the temple with them and they exchange wedding rings and say a vow type thing to one another. Well, at first I thought it was for us heathens, to say, "hey, look, we did get married." But after sitting through this thing I realized that it is just as religious as if it was held in a church. That is all they talked about; how blessed a couple is to be married in the temple. Wow. I guess my marriage is just a sham. Oh, sorry, but I digress. Moving along...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVvKKvHxd0N4fyAGX6d0FvnDVBz4NcDDh_-2pqoguKcUp8Asf22_89hrkHBHkZEGD36qTVf60BxROqaqjlN8cAYT67vTKR_NGJDUy1i2XtsQx1Ph7dsVoDcPen2P8lIEZng37gO3AkMQ/s1600-h/Reception+16.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178794766258050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVvKKvHxd0N4fyAGX6d0FvnDVBz4NcDDh_-2pqoguKcUp8Asf22_89hrkHBHkZEGD36qTVf60BxROqaqjlN8cAYT67vTKR_NGJDUy1i2XtsQx1Ph7dsVoDcPen2P8lIEZng37gO3AkMQ/s320/Reception+16.JPG" /></a><br />This picture is of the gigantic wedding cake that my BROTHER pick out. My new sister-in-law didn't care. He is so crazy. But it was delish! (Side note: See boss lady, you could totally do that, practice, practice, practice. You have the talent) It was so pretty. The chocolate was like fudge. It was so rich.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178802225429970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELRDN23sI6V8Ca8Eh0flTMCGWagDeDKVJyNY39veuz7Tz8mLrMGOtlrt8b3Gs0dZuhmOf_z47o6mMwAyfx9vOHICoQMA7ex8fcwCDh2jqQqnubTIwnABODSXfYDf5ZAiFVlhKyfm7Vq4/s320/Reception+25.JPG" /><br />Here, the groom gently feeds his bride. I told him I would beat him if he shoved it in her face. I hate that. It is sooo hickish. Her family was trying to egg her into doing it. Dumb. Wedding dresses have been ruined by doing that.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178805714812434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkQuvUyc-qW3HTeursqCFKAxkPkd-jpePmM9Pqiq2L8bSr1h9I2qipL1u7IiUBuffSNt_uoASSfYUgp_KOLmy6mHKLV8t8Tw1uRT5cto-sjGGSILvyimrVIauH15JUc_bby_ok2nU9vA/s320/Reception+46.JPG" /><br />This is the bride and groom figurines that were choosen. Trust me though, she did not have to drag him. They both were running to the alter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYY8RJgPTHlEM-2SPdYjaMB8u6s1FTpf2jCqES7lpE_1AMRifTBm7gbbGn_f5KFHhiY9FiKJABPk6O4ObxYyEY6QEU5rT6tCg3R7tcEONbIz96n1qyX_ogS9U4oL7Vw3_rn61fVv8eVxQ/s1600-h/Reception+27.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345188326487159698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYY8RJgPTHlEM-2SPdYjaMB8u6s1FTpf2jCqES7lpE_1AMRifTBm7gbbGn_f5KFHhiY9FiKJABPk6O4ObxYyEY6QEU5rT6tCg3R7tcEONbIz96n1qyX_ogS9U4oL7Vw3_rn61fVv8eVxQ/s320/Reception+27.JPG" /></a> Me and my hubby. I must say that I loved that dress. It is really cute. I don't know how well I wear it, but I still like it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-1GUeb0NlGgF5auTF_-rmQqhp3teuShx_QquvtbXs8g_c8RT-pZjXNeSzG-nDFtIJ3YEwE-9y57VBhN42pkGfUq6ssYw2CYyibEy8Oh-4VHWZ9lPAieyPgcnRbwIpNeUjoxBhwtcLSA/s1600-h/Reception+23.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345188316404736578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-1GUeb0NlGgF5auTF_-rmQqhp3teuShx_QquvtbXs8g_c8RT-pZjXNeSzG-nDFtIJ3YEwE-9y57VBhN42pkGfUq6ssYw2CYyibEy8Oh-4VHWZ9lPAieyPgcnRbwIpNeUjoxBhwtcLSA/s320/Reception+23.JPG" /></a> A shot of one part of the wedding cake.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uCHEMZCS1T8BEbQAwe8YoUqSz6ElM9fLY_pVtpq4m16wV8zDRTZVGPZbtmDgV4R5xaJpqS3xf7OejMX_MvfdEVW-ZCXgCDMbz7686HnZHmOMi-8Mw2h3dOvLyDUvooiJU-IL1iKwHRE/s1600-h/Reception+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345188311688450450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uCHEMZCS1T8BEbQAwe8YoUqSz6ElM9fLY_pVtpq4m16wV8zDRTZVGPZbtmDgV4R5xaJpqS3xf7OejMX_MvfdEVW-ZCXgCDMbz7686HnZHmOMi-8Mw2h3dOvLyDUvooiJU-IL1iKwHRE/s320/Reception+1.JPG" /></a> This is the pasta salad that I made for the rehearsal dinner. It is pretty yummy if I don't say so myself.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76PBCn-hgf5qVpNTSJU24ixQwMoU6kol-mIl5AJtiDgrJm4g9yZIsssCKdYP6iH5SxxP7w0PqIsiVI6it7C59TBO1l8mYdwXb2FjJZ2ZuYHguzjfhvkVy_kJgVzWw4i-h6opGHfP6Rl8/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+5+-+Pasta+Salad.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345188334384828946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76PBCn-hgf5qVpNTSJU24ixQwMoU6kol-mIl5AJtiDgrJm4g9yZIsssCKdYP6iH5SxxP7w0PqIsiVI6it7C59TBO1l8mYdwXb2FjJZ2ZuYHguzjfhvkVy_kJgVzWw4i-h6opGHfP6Rl8/s320/Rehearsal+Dinner+5+-+Pasta+Salad.JPG" /></a> And here is the fruit pizza that I also made for the rehearsal dinner. And it was wonderful. And I'm not the only one who thought so. =P<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuFwcV80txHTCbEWnSMVzXPzXFpOUsWtT1JAyuI1nfl80vnIQe96NCyc0XR9d8jaGKh_x9nQu11jUa6uktAEr25R2pndeGqowsCbdqHigLqweBOyuL2zNmTny6aVsKT_7IjXlbF19BWw/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345188328934101042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuFwcV80txHTCbEWnSMVzXPzXFpOUsWtT1JAyuI1nfl80vnIQe96NCyc0XR9d8jaGKh_x9nQu11jUa6uktAEr25R2pndeGqowsCbdqHigLqweBOyuL2zNmTny6aVsKT_7IjXlbF19BWw/s320/Rehearsal+Dinner+1.JPG" /></a><br />So there is the day that they waited two years for. Congrat you two. </div><div>Tomorrow I'll post about the occurance on the way to the wedding and other happenings. </div><div> </div><div>Night!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-20403325238171895432009-06-02T23:57:00.002-06:002009-06-03T00:20:19.549-06:00And one more thing...So I, along with cool boss (and others) decided to go running tonight. Why? Because said cool boss is an evil manipulator and talked me into doing the Ragnar Relay again this year. Oh, what is this relay you ask? It's a 12 person team that takes turns running over a 36 hour period for about 180 miles. Oh no, I don't need to be committed, it all real. (see here: <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/">http://www.ragnarrelay.com/</a>) But hey, it's fun. So while we were running (walking), it started to rain. And by rain, I mean it freakin' poured! We were soaked. It was hilarious. We'll do awesome!Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-58916030376920294712009-06-02T23:11:00.004-06:002009-06-02T23:31:45.844-06:00Garden 2009This is my garden this year. I don't have pictures of my Snapdragons because they haven't bloomed yet. =( But here we have other flowers and plants. The plants are squash and tomato.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-bBr5BglBo9reI9Z79MXqIQoQ87NqQ4jKY7M1uJvrrH0Wtlgh-P8CUXefPg_9I8lpzczTzy8ZgW3bsQqENhxx-mokfqb2quwqTEovXpvHPkizv0aFPag28YGjrJl7Cpre7EoP98U2XA/s1600-h/DSCN0451.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342966478779329938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-bBr5BglBo9reI9Z79MXqIQoQ87NqQ4jKY7M1uJvrrH0Wtlgh-P8CUXefPg_9I8lpzczTzy8ZgW3bsQqENhxx-mokfqb2quwqTEovXpvHPkizv0aFPag28YGjrJl7Cpre7EoP98U2XA/s320/DSCN0451.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRUpgfD3paYzo8emcH_5EoaEYNgQVdGvy20A_h6vxx5iXMTDrd13acnDUohtzTPDOW7jO-hW_cj6H_W8fuFbXSDOK51rqvXXxqwSNshVlRfYuSqfptxButH_k17-18ZxdHCXxEP3b_c8/s1600-h/DSCN0450.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342966474453155650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRUpgfD3paYzo8emcH_5EoaEYNgQVdGvy20A_h6vxx5iXMTDrd13acnDUohtzTPDOW7jO-hW_cj6H_W8fuFbXSDOK51rqvXXxqwSNshVlRfYuSqfptxButH_k17-18ZxdHCXxEP3b_c8/s320/DSCN0450.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpCpMXv53mgmtLOkDbKHC6UmEcAZaG6lV7GxTyfYaUea7laCOSlSQlHU1gsadvH2YGh1Ui6IlI9rXvEPc_zGvQmkMu3jMgFjlrqsNvp9kdHMj2xta5Xx1qLLO6HVvgxwLL9dLr-VFOAs/s1600-h/DSCN0445.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342966461300493474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpCpMXv53mgmtLOkDbKHC6UmEcAZaG6lV7GxTyfYaUea7laCOSlSQlHU1gsadvH2YGh1Ui6IlI9rXvEPc_zGvQmkMu3jMgFjlrqsNvp9kdHMj2xta5Xx1qLLO6HVvgxwLL9dLr-VFOAs/s320/DSCN0445.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUxLsqioFH0OcSLqLIiWny8Npc6TVyS6hqCH_JMp36xtC8PpZyIu74MPwhiIfeOXDv4aNg5nSIJCq_uLcCPcXUBt7aQ3_Hzaj00ixDtTvpXxv-FwIbb0tLRUvvWmBxg3p1xI5FAuhdIw/s1600-h/DSCN0444.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342966459901752754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUxLsqioFH0OcSLqLIiWny8Npc6TVyS6hqCH_JMp36xtC8PpZyIu74MPwhiIfeOXDv4aNg5nSIJCq_uLcCPcXUBt7aQ3_Hzaj00ixDtTvpXxv-FwIbb0tLRUvvWmBxg3p1xI5FAuhdIw/s320/DSCN0444.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKXu7fThgmFkO99mZSyKhs-u9-uUIvEZSyBtDRLETIJ-iB8u6hyphenhyphen8_Hk2HbPIqqU6eQJ_cnOEmLvmnaZhWK3gYtRSCVR470jwSnA3mwKv4_ZzprD_f1s-119SB2ID-3E6VX8kPO586qOo/s1600-h/DSCN0442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342966454739373890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKXu7fThgmFkO99mZSyKhs-u9-uUIvEZSyBtDRLETIJ-iB8u6hyphenhyphen8_Hk2HbPIqqU6eQJ_cnOEmLvmnaZhWK3gYtRSCVR470jwSnA3mwKv4_ZzprD_f1s-119SB2ID-3E6VX8kPO586qOo/s320/DSCN0442.JPG" /></a><br /><br />These pictures here are of the birds nest in our cherry tree. Robins, my husband hates them since they like to eat all the cherries. Well, actually, the robins don't fully eat the cherries, it's more like they pick at them and throw them on the gound. Bastards. =) And that is sad because we have some tasty cherries. Yum!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPCRv0HoSmZBHx0RJ4PJEbFWoZ9w7UURIKch4QLPoV_Kshokh7cSjlSTRIfeapowhb1T7Lkzp0hCuvR5z2N-G7MzhDBNss9KQMTcb8mpExL64rWYzWGiPTs7eRstpcGORkII3YC_FDSI/s1600-h/DSCN0453.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968512195071090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPCRv0HoSmZBHx0RJ4PJEbFWoZ9w7UURIKch4QLPoV_Kshokh7cSjlSTRIfeapowhb1T7Lkzp0hCuvR5z2N-G7MzhDBNss9KQMTcb8mpExL64rWYzWGiPTs7eRstpcGORkII3YC_FDSI/s320/DSCN0453.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Rt5h8bgG7wSKuoXEx8O0_0tjXg1qHM6NYUQTWdcV_LtMHzZu2JTf6R_GUA5IWR1bMiZ_mlkp90oIXWuuv3lW3FmOsnKjsuT1acD6L4ViFqqmlA4iNdbDTQzml0kCEoX1ic0-oeQM0cg/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968507464684322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Rt5h8bgG7wSKuoXEx8O0_0tjXg1qHM6NYUQTWdcV_LtMHzZu2JTf6R_GUA5IWR1bMiZ_mlkp90oIXWuuv3lW3FmOsnKjsuT1acD6L4ViFqqmlA4iNdbDTQzml0kCEoX1ic0-oeQM0cg/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" /></a><br /><br />And this is the planter that I am keeping on the porch. For cute! =)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWnh4jiKTm1aI1Mjm96D6wj9B5ihZOEeRtC6SM6nw_p9-tnmbkvXxAJ1fqlAbTy8j49Lvv45wf7YJfro244FIAgYV4Um5bbp5PAXNaLoQc87C3hIgpqwJoi63mPJF6Ifi7tVBsBGcKfw/s1600-h/DSCN0457.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWnh4jiKTm1aI1Mjm96D6wj9B5ihZOEeRtC6SM6nw_p9-tnmbkvXxAJ1fqlAbTy8j49Lvv45wf7YJfro244FIAgYV4Um5bbp5PAXNaLoQc87C3hIgpqwJoi63mPJF6Ifi7tVBsBGcKfw/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342969636475833586" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWpwPWCuWsMlFTDAniXm5q6PEW7_Bxewswa-LUod6hGPtdnJduSilDUJidBTn61Os1zpCTG5m_XKxI_thMbx6EL2SXVIFGtZRu7ZBPzV0I0QFBpqdDWSBSECNuTxGUhmvG1VQkf7dVRg/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWpwPWCuWsMlFTDAniXm5q6PEW7_Bxewswa-LUod6hGPtdnJduSilDUJidBTn61Os1zpCTG5m_XKxI_thMbx6EL2SXVIFGtZRu7ZBPzV0I0QFBpqdDWSBSECNuTxGUhmvG1VQkf7dVRg/s320/DSCN0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342969634123650642" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9B81rnhpRr6OPPtdcOaZfYC9c8Elb8I5o6Gokm9ia3c-VE_BqPN_jQQiXxVGBIgYqn4n26OoYtf76Y21HXOibh-gDLsgh8AR_AjiFRcPHk-S3ISvEm-S0B5lpO-Qj-hdxM4OUkR3p5-8/s1600-h/DSCN0454.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9B81rnhpRr6OPPtdcOaZfYC9c8Elb8I5o6Gokm9ia3c-VE_BqPN_jQQiXxVGBIgYqn4n26OoYtf76Y21HXOibh-gDLsgh8AR_AjiFRcPHk-S3ISvEm-S0B5lpO-Qj-hdxM4OUkR3p5-8/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342969627285419538" /></a>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-16693878997800226022009-06-01T22:52:00.001-06:002009-06-01T22:52:22.423-06:00New Moon!<a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=58186608">THE TWILIGHT SAGA: NEW MOON trailer</a><br/><object width="425px" height="360px" ><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58186608,t=1,mt=video"/><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58186608,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-39917426302382837772009-05-27T00:16:00.003-06:002009-05-27T00:50:04.944-06:00So much crapAnd I mean a lot. Why is organizing so difficult? I look at all the stuff I have and sometimes just want to chuck it. Maybe I have a small hording obsession. Not the crazy "I need to buy and keep everything" kind, just I have somethings that I like but I know I'm not using it. (The raptor scene in Jurassic Park freaked me out when I first saw it in theaters. Sorry, I was watching it.) I just get all these little things that are hard to organize. <br /><br />Does anyone remember when they were a kid and after awhile you would go to look for something and you could never find it? You might have thought that you lost it, but in reality your mom just cleaned out your room while you were away. I know my mom(of course she didn't admit this until years later) did and sometimes I think that would be nice to do. Give someone a list (unless they know you) of what you like and that person goes in -and gets rid of anything not on that list. They have a yard sell(because, hey, we need to make a some cash for our sacrifice) and split it with them. Oh and then go out and buy more crap. =)<br /><br />Another problem that arises from getting rid of things you no longer need is how to donate usable items. It seems like the more everyone is asking for stuff, the pickier they get. Where I live the main donation center is the DI, short for Deseret Industries. It is run by the Mormon church. That part I don't care about, but lately they will only accept things that are in near mint conditon. I understand not wanting to take garbage, but people have been turned away with things that have just a scratch on it. I shop second-hand stores for cheap products, I don't expect them to be in perfect condition. <br /><br />On a side not, the above also reminds me of the recycling problem. Everyone wants you to recycle, but no one wants to previde bins. Or if you are lucky enough to find one (like at a school) it only allows newpapers to be put in. I get more junk mail then I do newspaper. I also don't think it should be mandatory either. I don't believe the government should be allowed to force people to pay for a private service, it's just like insurance. But that is an entirely different rant. <br /><br />Back to my junk problem. So now I am trying to organize one room in order to move stuff in there so my husband and I can finish off our family room. Whew that's bigger than it reads. I would also like to one day redecorate our guest bedroom. I want it to be in a nautical theme. Wish me luck people. <br /><br />Cleaning away!!!Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-61408506347289842632009-04-21T01:12:00.002-06:002009-04-21T01:40:12.081-06:00DeathSo here I am. Sitting in a hotel room in Phoenix. It's around midnight. Husband is sleeping.<br /><br />We are down here because my nephew died. And I have to talk about it. No one here is. First off, I have never seen people deal with death in such a unique way. I think I've heard one mention of him since we've been down here. I know he kinda wanted to fade away, but this is ridiculous. There is no funeral, not even an obit. This is very weird to me. Not bad, just different.<br /><br />When a family member dies in my family there is usually a viewing and a funeral. During this time there is much talk of the deceased and all the good times that were had. This is throwing me off. Sometimes, being here I get the feeling that I'm not wanted (or is it needed?) here. Like their grief is so private that it is not necessary for me to be here to mourn with them. Does that make any sense? <br /><br />So because we have literally been just sitting around I've had a lot of time to think. I realized how saddened I am that I have not forged a closer relationship with my sister-in-law. I see her sitting and look sad and want to talk to her, but I don't feel it's my place to do so. I guess I've watched too many TV shows. I always pictured when I got married that if he had a sister we would become a least semi-close. Same with when my brother got married. But that won't be happening either.<br />See to much time to think.<br /><br />This sucks. Social guidelines tell me that it is impolite to complain about being bored during a family tragedy. But I am. Well not really bored. I feel trapped. We have just been sitting around the house, watching TV and playing with the dogs. I just can't leave for a little bit and escape. Every time I do, everyone else is tagging along. Like the other day I wanted to go get a pair of sandals (because it's hot here) and I wanted to ask my sister-in-law(and mother-in-law) because I thought it might be nice for her to get out of the house. You know, just the girls getting away. But then my father-in-law and husband decided to tag along. I was shopping for like five minutes before they started complaining. Did they not listen when I said I was going SHOE SHOPPING? <br /><br />I know I shouldn't be complaining this much in light of this tragedy, but I just feel confined. Confined by the limitations this whole situation has put me in. I feel awful for their loss, I really do. I just feel awkward because I don't know how to act. <br /><br />We are going home tomorrow. I really want to be in my own bed again.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-35384035245100825822009-04-15T23:06:00.004-06:002009-04-15T23:08:45.993-06:00Wow, look what I can do.So I am now finding out how to spice up my blog. I know, my words of wisdom are enough, but I thought it might be nice to add visual pleasure. Stay tune for more changes. Maybe I'll even start writing more. =)Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223111853515580212.post-66120726505062754912009-03-19T20:40:00.003-06:002009-03-19T21:36:14.168-06:00Everyone has an opinionI like Twilight. There I said it. Why do I like? Well it's a vampire book. So what's wrong with that? Why is it a crime to like something for no other reason than you just do? <br /><br />I find it hilarious that the people who hate Twilight act like they are of superior intelligence. "Twliight is dumb, read something else." These people spout off lengthy(and boring) reasons why Twilight is published diarrhea and not once do I see them telling me to read a physics, math or history book. You know, a book that might <em>actually</em> expand my knowledge. <br /><br />The primary reason as to why they don't like Twilight is that Bella is a weak woman and Edward is a masochist. I guess they have never seen a romance book. Young adult books are not meant to be literary geniuses. I use to read "Goosebumps" but R.L. Stine. Anyone? All these types of books are there to encourage kids to reads and toy with their imaginations. <br /><br />They also whine about a Bella sees herself as ugly, even though she is not. Now, how many women are self-conscious about how they look, raise your hands. Exactly, unless you're a narissus. Yeah, it's a bit much, complaining always, but I've been guilty of the same thing. I guess next time I see an anorexic person I'll just tell them to quit whining about how fat they think look.<br /><br />I don't find reality in books. My parents raise me and taught me most of what I needed to know, not a book. Because if it did then I would be crazy. =) Everyone has opinions (hint: that's why it's an opinion.). I know people won't like this book or probably most others I read and that is their opinion. Go read a book you do like and let me read the ones I like. I don't care if you like a book or not and you can say so, but please don't treat others like they are stupid for liking it. Instead belittle those who watch shows like "The Hills," because that show is retarded and lowers IQs. =)<br /><br />Ooh, one more additional item. I read a blog post that was critizing Twilight (hence the reason for my post) and the blogger was irritated that Stephanie Meyer never explained why the vampires glitter. Well, it has never been explained in a sufficent manner as to why other vampires burn in the sun. I Am Legend did make an attempt. You might site religious reasons, but that would be faulty logic considering not ever vampire is replused by a cross.<br /><br />Okay, I am finished. I better not trip getting off my soapbox this time.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02428802180878610661noreply@blogger.com1