tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609795252653409622024-03-13T23:14:10.027-07:00FreedomA place for me to simply be me.Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-51351136559232002672010-07-20T18:22:00.000-07:002010-07-20T18:52:16.417-07:00I Finished itI did it! I have finally finished my final project for my cake decorating class. I have spent the last two and a half weeks working on it. With this done I am official on the downhill run with school for this semester. I promised my sister pictures, so your suffering is because of her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVNYXitDa-iT4qCzMxYM4fqtAcb5BMnQyzMOuqXGkd0eVy0JBGfaIWAeqHvy1dePqjLpJYAW7kU1pciV8yCagPMyr3hv_U69rThojKRbTOIf4-3JHJwHL1pFBvxjJxLPOq9ckD4XMiHc/s1600/IMG_0439.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVNYXitDa-iT4qCzMxYM4fqtAcb5BMnQyzMOuqXGkd0eVy0JBGfaIWAeqHvy1dePqjLpJYAW7kU1pciV8yCagPMyr3hv_U69rThojKRbTOIf4-3JHJwHL1pFBvxjJxLPOq9ckD4XMiHc/s400/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496167248493326690" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofHhDNZJh28z4gbt0mLSxoTXixhKVj3VzJYAsSoZJR1XYWgqhsnzTYCfybtcvcSeG0vmQVg-qe31_Tjwr5XjWnQx_t4JSFZ0TTS2t-UZVDPCHYUJKWFJVfXmz2eg3zR-RQJLXjc1ZvvI/s1600/IMG_0442.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofHhDNZJh28z4gbt0mLSxoTXixhKVj3VzJYAsSoZJR1XYWgqhsnzTYCfybtcvcSeG0vmQVg-qe31_Tjwr5XjWnQx_t4JSFZ0TTS2t-UZVDPCHYUJKWFJVfXmz2eg3zR-RQJLXjc1ZvvI/s400/IMG_0442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496171099536754082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYnVorsr8KbZ1VvDhocYZ_dJjKNsaW1FduV7MQJuG1J-4pmat8ubBZqCP6mUN46dy9NTUvMm8CceH7OaMmgB56M6JKfc3TCS8F0HU1yZqUtR897-_3N2ttUqUA89lD-zdpai001MaOvs/s1600/IMG_0435.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYnVorsr8KbZ1VvDhocYZ_dJjKNsaW1FduV7MQJuG1J-4pmat8ubBZqCP6mUN46dy9NTUvMm8CceH7OaMmgB56M6JKfc3TCS8F0HU1yZqUtR897-_3N2ttUqUA89lD-zdpai001MaOvs/s400/IMG_0435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496168164169671842" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9kJWi1Ud38SPxNSEQ82THiVJyFZkSfD82tUwE2_ZKP8DZShrTB6r5lSx0TYpGHNzTZzQtJErq6qPNUMQl31lKzKApOb0jSKt21iy59PqgwZFIMBTFypv-oFuz0OoBFC0IIcDS8Bdkyg/s1600/IMG_0441.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9kJWi1Ud38SPxNSEQ82THiVJyFZkSfD82tUwE2_ZKP8DZShrTB6r5lSx0TYpGHNzTZzQtJErq6qPNUMQl31lKzKApOb0jSKt21iy59PqgwZFIMBTFypv-oFuz0OoBFC0IIcDS8Bdkyg/s400/IMG_0441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496168702650061346" /></a>Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-9218069997057042062010-07-20T11:24:00.000-07:002010-07-20T11:31:05.515-07:00The RaceI heard this poem in class the other day and really liked it, so I thought I should share it.<br /><br />The Race<br /> By: Dr. D.H. "Dee" Groberg<br /><br /><br />Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face, <br /> my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. <br />A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well, <br /> excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell. <br />They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race <br /> or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. <br />Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, <br /> and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one. <br /><br />The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, <br /> to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire. <br />One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, <br /> was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.” <br />But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, <br /> the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped. <br />Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace, <br /> and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. <br />As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now. <br /> Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow. <br /><br />But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, <br /> which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!” <br />He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all, <br /> and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. <br />So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, <br /> his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. <br />He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. <br /> “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.” <br /><br />But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face <br /> with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!” <br />So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. <br /> “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!” <br />Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten... <br /> but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. <br />Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. <br /> “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? <br />I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.” <br /> But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face. <br /><br />“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all, <br /> for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. <br />Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place! <br /> You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!” <br />So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit, <br /> and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. <br />So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, <br /> still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. <br />Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. <br /> Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end. <br /><br />They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, <br /> head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace. <br />But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, <br /> the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. <br />And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud, <br /> you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd. <br />And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.” <br /> “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.” <br /><br />And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, <br /> the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. <br />For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. <br /> And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. <br />And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, <br /> another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-90669079899300087252010-07-01T20:12:00.000-07:002010-07-01T22:29:17.855-07:00MidtermOkay are you ready for our midterm? Midterm? What midterm you ask. You know the midterm you have been helping me study for? Okay okay, I know I have been slacking on the flowers but not tonight, I have my midterm tomorrow. It can be any of sixty of the ninety plants I have learn so far. Can you say "study overload" with me now? Okay enough procrastination here is today's lovely gems:<br /><br /><strong>Daylily</strong><br />Scientific Name: Hermerocallis spp.<br />Common Name: Daylily<br />It is a perennial that grows in zones 3-9<br />Height: 1-4'<br />Blooms: Summer to frost<br />Flower: Tubular/bell shaped<br />Leaf: long, linear 1-2' <br />Culture: full-part sun<br />Uses: borders, background, and cut flowers<br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b6/Lilies_at_Block_Island_IMG_1052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b6/Lilies_at_Block_Island_IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The older varieties used to have each flower bloom for only one day, hence the name:) <br /><br /><strong>Spiderwort</strong><br />Scientific Name: Tradescantia x andersoniana<br />Common Name: Spiderwort<br />It is a perennial that grows in zones 3-9<br />Height: 1-2'<br />Blooms: Spring-Summer<br />Flower: Terminal umbels, pinks,purple, and whites<br />Leaf: alternate, 15" <br />Culture: full-part sun, moist<br />Uses: borders, background, naturalize<br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Tradescantia_ohiensis2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450; height: 350px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Tradescantia_ohiensis2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Okay last one:<br /><br /><strong>Balloon Flower</strong><br />Scientific Name: Platycodon grandiflorus<br />Common Name: Balloon Flower<br />It is a perennial that grows in zones 3-8<br />Height: 2-3'<br />Blooms: Summer <br />Flower: balloon-like<br />Leaf: ovate, 1-3" alternate<br />Culture: full-part sun<br />Uses: cut, rock garden, background<br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4f/Platycodon_grandiflorus.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4f/Platycodon_grandiflorus.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-78716547958421668632010-06-27T08:54:00.000-07:002010-06-30T22:46:16.919-07:00The Lump In My throatWhen I was little I was extremely shy. Unless it was family or someone I really knew, my lips were sealed. I use to not even be able to order dinner whenever my family went out to eat. <br /><br />I am happy to say that I am no longer that shy. I can order my own food and even ask a stranger for direction at a bus station or the airport. However one thing still lingers from my shyness as a youth and that is public speaking. I hate it!! I don't think it is so much the crowd that scares me but more my occasion lisp that creeps in when I get nervous or am in a hurry. <br /><br />Today I am speaking in Church. Oh lucky me. It has been almost 3 years since I have had to speak in church and I am really not looking forward to it. Again mainly because of my lisp but also the tears. If you know my family even a little you know we are not afraid to cry. I cry when I am happy, when I am sad, when I am angry or pissed, and occasionally after getting hurt. So when it comes to speaking in front of other and bearing my testimony I tend to cry. My voice shakes, my lisp is magnified and I then I get embarrassed. All week I have had this lump in the back of my throat and I know it isn't from getting sick but more the fact that I have to speak. Oh dear, what a week.Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-36389094527223768282010-06-22T19:40:00.000-07:002010-06-22T20:07:53.705-07:00What to DoWhen you have one of those day when your face is red and your heart is blue, what can you do? You take the two and make purple. After thinking for a little while about if there is anything that is purple that doesn't bring a smile to your face, I couldn't come up with anything. Purple is happy. I think that is why I love color so much, it has the power to influence the mood of our surroundings and today I could do with a little less red and a lot less blue and a lot more purple. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgsiqtZ-fZXD6qjoAQ7w07GuUR5K3F1dirnUrBx0-_gH5u5lcJYX0ewGVF5JjZyMs4LIThgyhLOtdNU47_34sdnH8MyXC18hstBlcQXlCng8FyzFn4Bzw8BjPo6-goDqPb3YKuQ2-svE/s1600/IMG_0377.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgsiqtZ-fZXD6qjoAQ7w07GuUR5K3F1dirnUrBx0-_gH5u5lcJYX0ewGVF5JjZyMs4LIThgyhLOtdNU47_34sdnH8MyXC18hstBlcQXlCng8FyzFn4Bzw8BjPo6-goDqPb3YKuQ2-svE/s400/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485800180039944242" /></a>Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-81240199773731649902010-06-19T21:59:00.000-07:002010-06-19T22:22:46.074-07:00Movie ReviewMovies!!! I love movies. I always have and probably always will. I was one of those kids who could watch the same movie over and over again. I think I wore out our version of 101 Dogamatian when I was little(I know it is Dalmatians but I called it Dogamatian when I was small). I like all kinds of movies: live action, animated, Disney, romance, westerns, I think you get the point. Anyways back to the point of this post, Today I saw the third installment of Toy Story. This is an instant classic. I loved it. I laugh, I cried, and then I laughed again. It truly lived up to the Pixar/Disney reputation. As I walked out of the theater I looked around to gauge every one's reaction, lots and lots of smiles. A whole new generation of Toys Story lovers has been created. Most of the little ones weren't even born when Toy Story 2 came out in 2000 let alone the first Toys Story in 1995, I was six then. Fifteen years later I walked out of the theater feeling like a little kid again. Two thumbs way way up.Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-18023704358671426822010-06-17T21:54:00.001-07:002010-06-17T22:23:56.319-07:00Flower(S) of the Day<strong>Asiatic Lily</strong><br />Scientific Name: Lilium <em>hybrid</em><br />Common Name: Asiatic Lily<br />It is a perennial that grows in zones 4-9<br />Height: 2-6'<br />Blooms: Summer for about two weeks (thank heavens for greenhouses)<br />Flower: Trumpet shaped and come in a variety of colors.<br />Leaf: Narrow and curled <br />Culture: full-part sun, well drained soil.<br />Uses: borders, mass collection, and cut flowers<br /><a href="http://theparttimegardener.com/asiaticlily.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 380px;" src="http://theparttimegardener.com/asiaticlily.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I think this one is rather pretty.<br /><br /><strong>Bleeding Heart</strong><br />Scientific Name: Dicentra <em>spectabilis</em><br />Common Name: Bleeding Heart<br />It is a perennial that grows in zones 2-9<br />Height: 2-4'<br />Spread: It doesn't really spread but it does arch over<br />Blooms: Early Summer <br />Flower: heart shaped and come in red, pink, white.<br />Leaf: fern-like and serrated <br />Culture: full-part sun, moist soil.<br />Uses:background<br /><a href="http://www.biopix.dk/PhotosMedium/JCS%20Dicentra%20spectabilis%2024784.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.biopix.dk/PhotosMedium/JCS%20Dicentra%20spectabilis%2024784.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> This one I think is kinda cool but also kinda weird. This is a good picture. Some bleeding hearts look a little creepy.<br /><br /><br /> I was told that by saying I was going to be teaching everyone about flowers that it meant more then one. I wasn't so sure that anyone really wanted to read a blog about flowers characteristics. So let me know, do I keep them coming?Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-58377057853460716752010-06-15T23:30:00.000-07:002010-06-15T23:30:00.514-07:00Portulaca grandifloraYeah I want to hear you say that three times fast. I won't be saying it so fast but rather slow and more like fifty times. There are three identification classes I have to take for my major, flower ID, evergreen ID and deciduous trees ID. I have officially started my first Horticulture Identification class and therefore have crossed over to hell. So for those of you who don't know Portulaca grandiflora is a flower, I mean who wouldn't know that. Over the next six weeks I will be memorizing this bad boy along with his 200 most popular friends. I will be learning their scientic name as well as their common name. I will also be learning about seven other characteristics of each flower that will help assist me in identifying what kind of flower he-she is, and no, saying it is a pretty flower doesn't count.<br /><br /> I figured since this is a monday, wednesday, AND friday class and each class period I will be introduced to 10-15 new flowers and be tested on the flowers from the previous class period, I thought I could teach you in order to help me memorize them. Dont worry you won't get all fifteen, I wouldn't want to drag you down to hell with me. <br /><br />So to Start we are going to learn about our dear friend Portulaca.<br /><br />Scientific Name: Portulaca grandiflora<br />Common Name: Moss Rose<br />This flower is an Annual flower (only lives for one growing season)<br />Height: 6-8"<br />Blooms in the summer<br />The flowers come in a variety of colors and are aboout 1" wide<br />The leaf structure: succulant evergreen-like<br />Culture: full sun, hot and dry<br />Use: rock gardens and bedding<br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b9/Portulaca_grandiflora_flower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b9/Portulaca_grandiflora_flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />If you are sitting there thinking "its all Greek to me", I know what your problem is and why you are so confused, its Latin. ☺Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-28012205710778510742010-06-11T22:30:00.000-07:002010-06-12T00:21:33.482-07:00What I Have Learned So FarOh you know this is going to be interesting. An entire blog entry about what a soon to be twenty-one year old girl/woman, has learned so far at school. Brace yourself. Don't say I didn't warn you.<br /><br />So the idea that school is to learn math, English, science and all that confusing stuff, is crap. There is a lot more to be learned at school. Some of the things you learn are good, some not so good.Some make sense and certain things don't. There are some things you learn about that you seek out and want to know more about and there is a lot of things I have learned that I could have gone a life time, scratch that, an eternity without knowing.So here is the list of some of the things I have learned:<br /><br />*Just because an electric stove top isn't red doesn't mean it is not hot. <br /><br />*Just because it is the middle of May does not mean that it can't snow. I learned this one on my way back from albertsons which is about a little under a mile away from my apartment, I was wearing capris and flip flops. <br /><br />*Giving the sex talk to a roommate is never easy.<br /><br />*you can never fully understand the importance of patience until you live with certain kinds of people. <br /><br />*Giving each of your roommates nicknames they don't know about, is a good idea and helps with communicating with family.<br /><br />*Captain Crunch and Pasta Salad don't taste so bad together in the same meal.<br /><br />*There is a big difference between having your opinions and being judgemental. <br /><br />*Sometimes when someone says something is orange you have to say it is purple.<br /><br />*Five hundred degrees is very hot. <br /><br />*Falling down concrete stairs...yeah it hurts.<br /><br />*Repetition is not allows a good thing. <br /><br />*Repetition is not allows a good thing.<br /><br />*Somethings are meant to be thrown away...want more details ask me in person.<br /><br />*It is possible to squeak your head <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcSPLxjbmes">(yeah this is one of my teachers)</a><br /><br />*Never buy more then you can carry.<br /><br />*There is nothing sexy about knees. Cue: Awkward silence.<br /><br />*You should help others not because it is on you checklist of things to do, but because you want to help them. <br /><br />*There is no way in hell I could ever have been a pioneer. <br /><br />*A lot of decorating can be done with a glue stick.<br /><br />*Talking to my door instead of to my face probably wont get the same results.<br /><br />*What doesn't kill you makes you stronger...so I have been told.<br /><br />*Facebook doesn't help you study.<br /><br />*Maker of Tide pens should be sainted.<br /><br />*When you inhale and you feel you nose seal shut, you know it is cold.<br /><br />*Hawaii has chickens, Rexburg has squirrels. <br /><br />*Being a poor college student after a long day, you learn to swing both ways. Pepsi or Coke Cola I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter.<br /><br />*Laughter is the best medicine.<br /><br />As you can see there is a lot more to be learned beside calculus and photosynthesis. And the list could go on and on. I had to leave the really good stuff out, just in case. Some say you can never learn too much, I strongly disagree.Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-26847553463189000262010-06-01T06:00:00.000-07:002010-06-01T06:00:03.830-07:00Good for a LaughSo I saw this a couple of weeks ago and have been meaning to post it. Given how much my sister has always wanted to be the teenage mutant ninja turtles for halloween with her husband and children, I thought she would appreciate it. I saw it on campus when I was on my way to class. It goes to show that someone somewhere is very clever or has way too much time on their hands. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HDG9zaGZyUwrHvHBw33PuP50_sRJYI2BbBv9kyljA5HATn-Ur4F007gSiuSSAdH8xeB4rHqKJFPL1hD2worVKtiywst2nS20bW0o4_Gd-6pQ7YxrYZNcz9pA136ooxOarmV_wIm3ykY/s1600/IMG00023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HDG9zaGZyUwrHvHBw33PuP50_sRJYI2BbBv9kyljA5HATn-Ur4F007gSiuSSAdH8xeB4rHqKJFPL1hD2worVKtiywst2nS20bW0o4_Gd-6pQ7YxrYZNcz9pA136ooxOarmV_wIm3ykY/s400/IMG00023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477659292239277202" /></a>Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-77251153701401899122010-05-31T07:52:00.000-07:002010-05-31T08:08:22.135-07:00Is That Wrong?Have you ever had an urge to do something that wasn't maybe very nice but made you giggle none the less at the very thought of it?(I know my sister Jessi has) I have. This morning I was so thoughtfully woken up by my roommate, long before I ever thought I wanted to get up, so she could wish me a Happy Memorial Day. I couldn't go back to bed so I thought I should probably call my family and wish them too a Happy Memorial Day. I did this all too knowingly that their time zone is behind mine, and that it was even earlier for them then it was for me. This very thought made me giggle. I know I am a sick and evil person, I blame the lack of sleep and this darn cold that won't leave me alone. <br /><br />Don't worry you can rest at ease knowing I didn't do it...you can thank me later family:) Is it wrong to get a giggle out of doing something like this?Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-80863552343201932232010-05-30T06:00:00.000-07:002010-05-30T06:00:01.785-07:00The Last Thing I NeedIf you know my family even in the slightest bit, you know that we love our hobbies. When it comes to hobbies and me, I definitely have more then my fair share and the last thing I need is a new one. Well, when you say you are not going to do something, you usually go out and do it. For me I wasn't going to get another hobby while in school. And well, as nature would have it, I went out and found a new one. What is this new hobby you ask? Cake Decorating. There is something relaxing about decorating a cake, it distracts me from my thoughts, my surroundings, and just life its self. Best part about this hobby, I can eat it. I normally don't eat my hobbies, I don't eat pottery or a quilt or a drawing, but cake? I will eat a cake. GREAT, not only did I get a hobby I didn't need, but I got a hobby that comes with calories I don't need on the hips. <br /><br />I have always felt awkward when it comes to sharing the things I create with others, except for with my parents. My mom has been on my case lately about the lack of pictures telling me that the whole point of a blog is to post pictures[Did you get that Mayor? Blogs= more pictures:)]. Since this is a blog and it is my blog I guess I have no choice; I have to post some pictures of my work. Enjoy! Well... enjoy the best you can, I think you can imagine what two layers of chocolate cake with a layer of vanilla cake in between can taste like. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5in-Q-IjwO56V5IaAbogmp0BUNOdCldwfS4EHQC9n0_7YJoBUMnTKBE0v8Z-zZWlaGRPtqspMNWp2mgo-4xNT-0g7InJu4I-lS5aAd6Ct2DUlVXwyCNWayqcAtAf4x5BIGZ6RKMb5C9M/s1600/IMG_0314.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/AVvXsEh5in-Q-IjwO56V5IaAbogmp0BUNOdCldwfS4EHQC9n0_7YJoBUMnTKBE0v8Z-zZWlaGRPtqspMNWp2mgo-4xNT-0g7InJu4I-lS5aAd6Ct2DUlVXwyCNWayqcAtAf4x5BIGZ6RKMb5C9M/s320/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476954298896743618" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Dskh6rXlH_qvl3cwNH0KI-gdOKPYqK_raKApTN9rBqRxBhaCsDKOCDErbDdCPCaz7KCTRoYZfaQJM9WujGGsyjxSc2uO9_pZUyEc9t0vRmKy6kqcfyndOHLMI9-kQy1wForr-nUSnw4/s1600/IMG_0321.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/AVvXsEg3Dskh6rXlH_qvl3cwNH0KI-gdOKPYqK_raKApTN9rBqRxBhaCsDKOCDErbDdCPCaz7KCTRoYZfaQJM9WujGGsyjxSc2uO9_pZUyEc9t0vRmKy6kqcfyndOHLMI9-kQy1wForr-nUSnw4/s320/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476955223036682402" /></a><br /><br />I still have a lot of practice a head of me. But that is the whole point of hobbies, right?<br />P.s. Don't feel bad, I didn't get to eat this one either.<br /><br />This next picture is one we did quickly in class and had only a little bit of time to do it. The whole point of the exercise was to learn how to use edible paper. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NQBQJxlkFaBT-mVsINNIKzpS6xyuU9QeEtJuIYD_EyFhDgxIJ49b4CAugytTzHtH0gN8bIPKzu98s02MZi5Q69N3259Sg1_XwZPbY9mnH427nLl5di5zYywsEf_GTk1nYfPSi9rM5Rw/s1600/IMG_0333.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/AVvXsEi1NQBQJxlkFaBT-mVsINNIKzpS6xyuU9QeEtJuIYD_EyFhDgxIJ49b4CAugytTzHtH0gN8bIPKzu98s02MZi5Q69N3259Sg1_XwZPbY9mnH427nLl5di5zYywsEf_GTk1nYfPSi9rM5Rw/s320/IMG_0333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476957106608290946" /></a> <br />I love Cookie Monster!!! He has always made me smile, I guess that is why I choose to use him, I was in need of a smile.<br /><br />Oh dear, if my mom has it her way, I guess I have two new hobbies I don't need: cake decorating and blogging. More hobbies... that is the last thing I need.Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-40830617225145536112010-02-28T16:02:00.000-08:002010-02-28T16:42:00.888-08:00Alive and wellAnd here are pictures to prove it. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72p0nDsu80iqtSL6Oizib31cD9ya3hiLuEtrdD0vPXbk9254yIdmm6SEL1XWboJdek1UVCF-f0Qr45kED17v17bj3KUAtAlwrWANXM8WX5W9ughnxL7eCeSHJ7vUk3c-KhDEKfcvTfgc/s1600-h/100225-155123.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/AVvXsEg72p0nDsu80iqtSL6Oizib31cD9ya3hiLuEtrdD0vPXbk9254yIdmm6SEL1XWboJdek1UVCF-f0Qr45kED17v17bj3KUAtAlwrWANXM8WX5W9ughnxL7eCeSHJ7vUk3c-KhDEKfcvTfgc/s320/100225-155123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443449537415547858" /></a><br />When I get bored I play with my webcam. I am smiling because I just replenished my Pepsi/diet Pepsi stash...as you can see behind me:)<br /><br />What I have been spending a lot of my time working on:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkIKCnvm9cSJPntzdAOCvz72sMCDGEb4iTMllHsGCVsCNoCtqW0gkpz1KhBspvp65VPZHgmCCLG9PtmIIn2ulHdEMjKjEdfz1btArYpzMKEpnvVq8Xy6eU-pFFmrwLf7ZFPN90gmnfHs/s1600-h/IMG_0119.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkIKCnvm9cSJPntzdAOCvz72sMCDGEb4iTMllHsGCVsCNoCtqW0gkpz1KhBspvp65VPZHgmCCLG9PtmIIn2ulHdEMjKjEdfz1btArYpzMKEpnvVq8Xy6eU-pFFmrwLf7ZFPN90gmnfHs/s200/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443456519794764418" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MWYA1odOKkvqLILdl7ltUkbeekNFsO7uZXw_kmoycUJ3wraORRAoEvia5NLn150ezgbbmmuBXv5pwskYwDn8L3CvZnke0mjma63P24ToqB2FtE10oWlul4jbzX84xVXCF6_OjOKBR9U/s1600-h/IMG_0122.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MWYA1odOKkvqLILdl7ltUkbeekNFsO7uZXw_kmoycUJ3wraORRAoEvia5NLn150ezgbbmmuBXv5pwskYwDn8L3CvZnke0mjma63P24ToqB2FtE10oWlul4jbzX84xVXCF6_OjOKBR9U/s200/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443456969163269042" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5W2uT5VmhBYuiH_V-zylQRZdi-g8uHJ3nnEfEiHtC6G0YetREy7QeGxWM8UUmexKngRK-FtGCOPzL0tmJ9IgFIe_-gxj6bDkZZdlW3FP__JAU-LoLaJDCMIvyPUsdozBlrIBPYswzeck/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5W2uT5VmhBYuiH_V-zylQRZdi-g8uHJ3nnEfEiHtC6G0YetREy7QeGxWM8UUmexKngRK-FtGCOPzL0tmJ9IgFIe_-gxj6bDkZZdlW3FP__JAU-LoLaJDCMIvyPUsdozBlrIBPYswzeck/s200/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443452628564678130" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzE1xs9Yf0EuR4d5UB3NVsENuoEIDnda2JttTzm1F9c5bEDkz2K_Qhlg5Q3E7uKrIO33I9kcIZHliLXpqXHywqJxHBFJFHgcTKBBMsuCxHVmvlTUHpN0ast7sLOUFZ8-edodedfvORCzw/s1600-h/IMG_0136.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzE1xs9Yf0EuR4d5UB3NVsENuoEIDnda2JttTzm1F9c5bEDkz2K_Qhlg5Q3E7uKrIO33I9kcIZHliLXpqXHywqJxHBFJFHgcTKBBMsuCxHVmvlTUHpN0ast7sLOUFZ8-edodedfvORCzw/s200/IMG_0136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443453513925872050" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFQSUJfOhwxpZ77OdVcSyN1C61E6t1PvztV_XDJreIAuXB_ovDnShI7ntZj-r8f7f-y-JDOlEKl9IN6sn4hhR9xNZ81HTz3MlIZHNpoBqboFL04rou8rnFLkdR3sxsaztQ4juJR3CATA/s1600-h/IMG_0139.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFQSUJfOhwxpZ77OdVcSyN1C61E6t1PvztV_XDJreIAuXB_ovDnShI7ntZj-r8f7f-y-JDOlEKl9IN6sn4hhR9xNZ81HTz3MlIZHNpoBqboFL04rou8rnFLkdR3sxsaztQ4juJR3CATA/s200/IMG_0139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443454326345782946" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xRLUnsQUmkVeGr7_DfyWCRaStaY0dMTzfIBSX6k6JJglzeX_XemRejpo8kBKvTp4hNcmlMTIMCv6j1T8Uu0hwlnbWUARtMQRLlF34-qqU7zL94w8206tgpSoO2T3jQBOwODFURKYxCk/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xRLUnsQUmkVeGr7_DfyWCRaStaY0dMTzfIBSX6k6JJglzeX_XemRejpo8kBKvTp4hNcmlMTIMCv6j1T8Uu0hwlnbWUARtMQRLlF34-qqU7zL94w8206tgpSoO2T3jQBOwODFURKYxCk/s200/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443457387961195346" /></a><br />The pictures of my model are more for my parents, however I do need people's opinion: should I add flowers in with the groundcover?Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-25125992430487075262009-11-29T08:25:00.000-08:002009-12-02T16:56:29.257-08:00Let the Count Down BeginWhat are we counting down to? Didn't you know? I have exactly five weeks from today before I am to be flashed frozen in Idaho. It is a process that is normally done to fruits, meats, and vegetables when they are subject to really cold temperatures to help preserve them. Several months ago I thought it would be a good idea to perform an experiment to see if it was possible that this same process could be done to humans. It sounds a lot better to say that I am going away to a school in a town forty to fifty degrees colder then my home town in the name of science, then saying that I have simply lost my mind.<br /><br />Here is to science, my sister would be so proud.Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-6371250712342026012009-09-27T22:21:00.000-07:002009-09-29T13:00:18.528-07:00My Dam Job.There is nothing quite like having a job where you can use the word "dam" all you want and not get in trouble. I made up this speech to go with my new job:<br /><br />"Welcome to the Castaic dam. I will be your dam tour guide and would be happy to answer your dam questions after my dam speech. Once I have finished my dam speech you can give me your dam money and I will give you your dam ticket.<br /><br />As you can see it is because of the dam that we are able to have this dam lagoon and the dam upper lake. Many people enjoy many activities at this dam location such as swimming with the dam fish, playing in the dam sand and throwing the dam rocks. People also like to fish here and we call these people the dam fishermen. We also have our beautiful dam picnic areas, the dam playground and the dam campgrounds.<br /><br />Please use your dam map, follow the dam rules and read the dam signs. Please use caution in this dam environment and watch out for the dam wildlife... and no I am not referring to the damn children. If you have any dam question please come to the dam kiosk and see me, your dam tour guide. Please enjoy your dam stay. "<br /><br />Come on you can't tell me that it wouldn't be fun to be able to say whatever you dam well pleased. All joking aside the job is going well, it pays the bills and pays for school, what more can you ask for.Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-90995663727067568532009-08-06T21:01:00.000-07:002009-08-06T21:06:48.905-07:00I Don't Blog Often<div style="text-align: center;">So when I do blog it must be important......<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANNETTE!!!!</span><br /><br /> I love you. I hope You had a fabulous day.<br /><br />हैप्पी बर्थडे<br />ഹാപ്പി ബര്ത്ഡേ<br />హ్యాపీ బర్త్డే<br /><br /><br /></div>Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-12781021772208154612009-07-27T13:02:00.000-07:002009-07-27T13:38:30.977-07:00This is Me BloggingIt has been forever since the last time I blogged. What can I say, the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mayorofcrazytown.blogspot.com">Mayor </a>took all of the blogging genes. Actually there just hasn't been anything interesting in my life that has been blog worthy. Yes, my life is that boring.<br /><br />If you know me even just a little or are my friend on facebook, then you would know that I am going to <a href="http://www.byui.edu/">BYU Idaho</a> this January. You can ask me what the h@*& possessed me to decide to go somewhere so cold, when my primary footwear is flip flops, but I couldn't give you an answer. Anyways back to the purpose of this blog, when I went a way to Hawaii I made a quilt for my dorm room bed, so now that I going away to school again and this time will need a quilt or two for my bed, I have started to piece my quilt for Idaho. My mom found the fabrics and I have to say I love them. The mayor might have taken all of the blogging genes but fortunately or unfortunately depending on who you ask, my mom has passed on enough decorating and crafting genes for all of us girls. With that said here is my latest project:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jKegmDdvN7CNGD4-TM4_qw4fpei4v4hfs0HRPEyUT74J-7r2nNUUvU_3k6jDKlk4I5e_NBHRgootkwXBg6XtM56psq_g9wGCrOsSkHSWuV5vaGpTt4Ws9p5UNJYojdoXC-UVIInK5M8/s1600-h/Idaho+quilt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jKegmDdvN7CNGD4-TM4_qw4fpei4v4hfs0HRPEyUT74J-7r2nNUUvU_3k6jDKlk4I5e_NBHRgootkwXBg6XtM56psq_g9wGCrOsSkHSWuV5vaGpTt4Ws9p5UNJYojdoXC-UVIInK5M8/s320/Idaho+quilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363239081186953410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is what it should look like when it is done. My mom and I have decided that we don't care for the brown border so we are going to try and find a coordinating fabric to make up the border and backing.<br /><br />Next on the to do list is a pillowcase and coordinating decorative pillows:)Miquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04050309825937636472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-16457976538821247542009-04-04T23:21:00.000-07:002009-04-05T00:11:29.276-07:00WhateverWow, it is good to see that I am such a blogging queen. My excuse for not blogging is that I am doing the world a favor by not boring people with my boring life. I go to school, and that's pretty much my life, I know pathetic. So for this blog I am gong to write a list of everything that comes to my mind for the next few minutes...that way you know that I was telling the truth about doing the world a favor.<br /><br />-The new Hannah Montana CD isn't that bad (sorry dad)<br />-I need to file my taxes...oops I guess it can wait.<br />-Why am I blogging at 11:30 at night?<br />-I really want a diet Pepsi...I have gone for three weeks without that sweet elixir of life.<br />-I can't believe one of my best friends is moving in less then a month to Texas...that traitor, jerk. <br />-I am not crying, I have "allergies"<br />-If there is an earthquake right now I am going to die because a candle in a glass container hanging above my bed will fall on my head...if I go into a coma please call Dr. House.<br />-What do you get when you play a country song backwards?<br />-I feel like I am in Emperor's new groove with angels and devils on my shoulders.<br />-Life sure can throw you curve balls and make you jump through hoops...Is it worth it?<br />-I am cold, what was I thinking when I accepted my acceptance into BYU Idaho for winter semester. <br />-I get to see the cutest little bug on Tuesday.<br />-What do normal people do on spring break, I welcome the no school part but I am twelve hours into spring break and I am already bored. <br />-I wonder if anyone is even going to read this far on this post, can't blame them if they don't.<br />-I really need to get a life.<br /><br /><br />That was kind of therapeutic, of course anyone who read this is having opposite thoughts and is now feeling much better about themselves. I will work on getting a life so that my posts can be a little more exciting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-79500505456721739372009-02-05T11:17:00.000-08:002009-02-05T13:03:57.194-08:00RandomnessTo begin with, I hope everyone was sitting down when they saw that I actually blogged, if not pick yourself up off the floor...you look funny on the ground:) <br /><br /> If you have a facebook account then you might know that this is being sent around. Instead of posting it on my facebook I decided to use it as an opportunity to post something on my neglected blog. The idea is that you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you and then tag 25 more people... but I am not going to tag. So enjoy my randomness. <br /><br /> <br /><br />1. Two months ago I learned that daydreaming and shaving your legs at the same time is never a good idea.<br />2. The most expensive thing I have ever purchased besides tuition is a cat.<br />3. I have been on three different continents.<br />4. The weirdest pet I have had was a hedgehog.<br />5. I learned at an early age coolers are airtight.<br />6. I love playing sports but can't stand watching them on T.V.<br />7. I am a queen at tetris!! :)<br />8. For eight months I lived in the middle of the Pacific ocean.<br />9. I laugh when people fall down.<br />10. I am majoring in how to be the perfect Mormon wife a.k.a home and family living...I like my title better.<br />11. I love Burn Notice. Or is it called Burn Not Ice? Any suggestions Erica?<br />12. I don't have a favorite color.<br />13. I have horrible hand writing.<br />14. I can watch a movie over and over and over. The record is eight times in one day.<br />15. In six months I am no longer going to be a teenager.<br />16. I love going to the 99.99 cent only store.<br />17. I can't stand tomatoes but I love salsa.<br />18. I teach primary.<br />19. My least favorite day of the week is Tuesday.<br />20. People don't like to go to the movies with me because I laugh too loud.<br />21. I am good at making messes<br />22. I would rather eat leftovers for breakfast then breakfast foods.<br />23. I think the person who invented the tide pen should be sainted.<br />24. I am easily amused.<br />25. I also think the people at both pepsiCO and Cocoa cola should be sainted.<br /><br /><br />P.S. this is not a tag so you can relax.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-1455807649598140152008-10-08T23:14:00.000-07:002008-10-09T00:34:46.341-07:00ChangesI once heard that there are two things that you can guarantee in life and those were death and taxes. However I don't think that quite covers everything. I would like to add "change" to that pile. Change is constantly occurring in our daily lives. Some changes are good and others we feel like we could do without them. There are many types of changes that occur such as changes in goals, friendships, and circumstances. There are changes we have no control over and other that require us to take the first step. There are the kind that makes us grow, make us proud, and other that makes us feel loss or disappointment. There are the changes that that make you feel like you moving forward and the others that make you feel like you are being left behind. Some might say it is important that we experience all kinds of changes, as for me I have yet to decide.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-7441273223087940162008-09-11T07:00:00.000-07:002008-09-11T07:00:00.795-07:00Bad Sense of HumorI have been told that I have a bad sense of humor, or a twisted sense of humor on several different occasions. Why do I have a twisted sense of humor? It is because I have a "habit", I guess you could call it, to laugh when someone falls or gets hurt, within reason. I am not really sure why but for some reason people think it is wrong to laugh when someone falls or gets hurt, but I can't help but laugh. Someone once thought I was crying when I witnessed someone get hurt but that was only until they saw I was laughing so hard that it made my eyes water.What can I say I am a horrible horrible person. I guess that is why America's Funniest Home Videos is one of my favorite T.V. shows.<br />I receive comfort knowing that I am not the only person to have this problem. I remember on one occasion when Yannette and I laughed hysterically at Jessi shortly after Yannette through a nectarine at Jessi's face. And I know that Jessi laughs at people just as much as I do. Do take comfort to know that I do in fact feel bad about laughing a little bit. kind of? maybe? maybe not? But sense it is the right thing to do I would like to take this time to apologize, sort of, to those of you who I have laughed at during your time of humiliation or pain. But to prove that I wasn't completely in the wrong and that it is in fact funny here is a video. Do not judge me unless you can get through this video without smiling, snickering, or laughing.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8cm8SQ7elQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8cm8SQ7elQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-35500087463732951912008-09-10T13:05:00.000-07:002008-09-10T13:07:06.518-07:00Defined by A SoundtrackI love music. If you were to ask anyone in my immediate family they would probably tell you that I would go through withdrawals without it, which I am currently going through since misplacing my iPOD somewhere in my house...You know in that safe place that I will remember but now have forgotten. One of the things that I love about music is that there is a song for probably every emotion, so no matter what you are feeling there is something to listen to. Music allows people to express themselves with out saying a thing. Emotions can definitely influence your music selection. But with that said, it should also be said that music also has an amazing power to control our emotions. <br /><br />Have you ever been asked the question: If you had to create a soundtrack for you life at this very moment in time what would be on it? This isn't to be confused with a soundtrack of your favorite songs, but more the background music to your life as if it were a movie. It is something to think about especially if you are to be completely honest with yourself. <br /><br />After some thought here is my soundtrack (keep in mind it isn't in any kind of order):<br /><br />1. Dream by Priscilla Ahn<br />2. Tied together With a Smile by Taylor Swift<br />3. Falling Awake by Gary Jules<br />4. Billy S. by Skye Sweetnam<br />5. This is Me by Demi Lovato<br />6. B**** by Meredeth Brooks<br />7. Some Day My Prince Will Come by Snow White<br />8. Tamahana by Te Vaka<br />9. Disturbia by Rihanna<br />10. Hum Your Favorite Hymn by Child song Book<br />11. Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cindi Lauper<br />12. As I Am by Miley Cyrus<br />13. I Was Here by Lady Antebellum<br />14. My Last Breath by Evanescence<br /><br />It is a lot harder then it looks to come up with a soundtrack for yourself, but when you are done you can learn a lot about yourself and what you are currently feeling and going through. I am sure that if I were to ask my family or friends to list what they thought should be on my list it would be completely different. That another great thing about music is that it is different for everyone and is constantly changing. What is on your own soundtrack?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-66079126931263476082008-08-08T22:07:00.000-07:002008-08-08T22:43:02.396-07:00TagTag <br />1) Four places that I go to over and over: my room, the bathroom, walgreens, Rite Aid<br /><br />2) Four of my favorite places to eat: Casa Lpitas, Fresh works, El Polo Loco, Jersey Mike's<br /><br />3) Four places I would rather be right now: Somewhere besides my family room couch,the beach, on a date with a really cute boy, anywhere fun<br /><br />4) Four TV shows I watch: America's Funniest Home Videos, George Lopez, Home Improvement, Simon & Simon<br /><br />5) Four people to tag: Jessica, Erica, Dad, Mom<br /><br />Copy & paste then put this in your blogs!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-27316363041374154072008-07-31T01:01:00.000-07:002008-07-31T02:34:13.852-07:00A Little Bit of Everything to Talk AboutIt is probably a good thing that you are sitting down because you might pass out in shock that I am actually blogging again. It has been quite sometime since the last time I have blogged and I have my reasons, one of which I will share and others are quite frankly fall under the category of too personal to share on a blog or to even share period.<br /><br />The main reason why I haven't blogged is probably because I have had what some would consider blogger's block, kind of. I haven't been able to decide what to write about, not that it is much of a shocker but my life right now, on the surface, is kind of boring. It has taken me some time but I have thought of a few things that have happen that I feel like I could share, like yesterday I felt my first earthquake. I know what you are thinking, I have lived in California for nine years and I have barely felt my first quake? What can I say I am slightly clueless and I am a heavy sleeper. It was kind of a strange/scary feeling being in an earthquake. It was scary mainly because I panicked because I didn't know where my frightened cat was. The poor thing, she was scared for a good rest of the day. It was strange to feel the house move the way it did, things that big shouldn't move that way, kind of like me dancing. <br /><br />Something else that happened which was a real kicker, is I am now nineteen and have been for about three weeks. I am not entirely sure why turning nineteen bothers me so much, I have a few theories but none of which I am going to share. The actual day was really nice, I got my hair done during the day with Jessi and then that night I had a wonderful dinner and had cake and ice cream with my family. And then I think I kicked every body's butt at wii if I remember correctly.<br /><br />Probably the final thing that has happened in the past month that I feel like sharing is that I found out that my best friend from elementary school, got married. That's right, people my age are getting married...there is a scary thought for both you and me. I am old enough to get married, that is depressing to think about, especially sense I am still very much single.<br /><br />Well, I think my post title covers it, I have talked a little bit about everything that has happened to me in the past month or so, okay maybe not but some of it. I am hoping by posting this moderately boring post, I might be able to over come my blogger's block, sorry it had to be at the expense of you having to read this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260979525265340962.post-61655109773462601202008-07-05T23:16:00.000-07:002008-07-05T23:17:14.516-07:00Blog BackgroundWas made by my awesome sister Jessica! <br /><br />:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3