tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90528578214953576282024-03-21T13:23:00.503-06:00My Life is Based on a True StoryNillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-64781950132524719462013-01-27T00:08:00.001-07:002013-01-27T00:08:18.817-07:00Online DatingOne year ago I had the following conversation with my wonderful grandma.<br />
Grandma: "N..., have you ever tried online dating?"<br />
ME: "Nope, I don't want to pay for it."<br />Grandma: "Oh, it isn't free?"<br />
ME: "Not the good ones."<br />
Grandma: "Well how much is it?"<br />
ME (totally guessing): "Um like $15 a month?"<br />End of conversation. I didn't think anything of it until I received a letter in the mail from my sweet grandma. Enclosed was $15 and note that said, "I bet you know what this is for, don't you." It was pretty hilarious and I still smile when I think back to that day. Well finally after 2 weeks of deep thought, I decided to use Grandma's money for what it was intended. It just happened to be Feb 14th when I created a profile on an LDS singles website. I literally only used the site for probably a week. The day I signed up was the same day I met the man who would later break my heart. During our relationship, I kept thinking how grateful I was for my grandma sending me $15, as funny as it was. Without that, I would have never met the man I was planning to marry.<br />
Well, even with my limited online dating experience I still have an opinion about it. How do you use plain text and a few photos to grab someone's attention over all the other girls that are probably on there? It seems that maybe a possible answer is to perhaps exaggerate. So that leads to the question how do you know what is true? That is the problem, you don't know what is true. All you can do is hope that that person is being as sincere as you are. I would imagine that it becomes frustrating.<br />
Online dating sites have this feature where you can send "flirts" to people on the site. In my opinion, sending a flirt is like saying "hey I'm interested, but not enough to really get to know you unless you ask me something about me because I like to talk about me." In other words, it is lazy and not very genuine. I would know, because I was the best at sending flirts. Mostly because I didn't spend a lot of time on the site looking at profile's, I would just look at the ones that had already viewed my profile. So basically I hadn't put much effort towards the experience.<br />
I guess my point would be that if you ever considered online dating, don't be the lazy flirter.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-59578026746783683472013-01-13T23:48:00.003-07:002013-01-13T23:48:26.157-07:002013 and the Number 13I've been thinking about my blog and what to do with it for quite a while. I've now decided to continue to blog. It's more for myself regardless if anyone reads it or not. I also decided to put a sort of theme to it and that is my thoughts on everyday occurrences, mostly. So... Here is the first post of 2013!<br />
I really love the number 13 and, well, lucky me I was born on the 13th. If people can get past this false superstition (most people have NO CLUE where it originated), then they can see the importance this number has had in religion and also in our country. I am going into this year with hope knowing that things can only get better. I have hopes of chasing my dreams, reaching my goals, and not letting anyone stand in the way of that.<br />
Most people who read this know that I was engaged to be married and he called it off two months into the engagement. Looking back and seeing where I am now, I realize that before this experience I was way too willing to give up on what I, Natalie, wanted and what my dreams were. I had this idea that as long as we loved each other, we could chase his dreams and I'd be happy. In reality, I could have been happy because I usually am no matter what. I just didn't realize the regret that I would have had for the rest of my life. Regret is one of those things that I've tried to avoid ever since the regret of not pursuing a college softball career like I should have. As I begin again to chase my dreams, new and old, no man will ever have the power to tell me I can't. I've always been a strong, independent woman and this hurt has done nothing but made me stronger. The thing I think that this man finally figured out was that I wasn't going to change and become the woman he thought I should be. I wasn't sitting at home waiting for him and cooking him dinner all the time. I was doing things that I wanted to that were going to help me reach my goals. It wasn't until the sorrow and hurt had began to subside that I realized he had been trying to change me. As I chase my dreams, no man will ever have the power to change who I am.<br />
3 months ago I moved to a new city. I have very few friends, know very few people, and am scared everyday. The thing this city has is opportunity. Opportunity to reach my goals and chase my dreams. I just hope that when opportunity knocks, I answer. My 2013 goals are:<br />
1. To get a job I love. Yeah this is vague, and it is sort of on purpose. I have more specific goals pertaining to this that I have written down elsewhere.<br />
2. Find a way to live in the city of my dreams, Park City.<br />
3. Attend the temple once a week.<br />
4. Conquer my fear of falling. This is a fear that keeps me from doing a lot of fun things in life. Sometimes it becomes quite irrational, so in the words of Bob Newhart, "STOP IT."<br />
I recently went out on a couple dates, assuming that is what they were.. He did pay so I'm calling them dates. It is hard to explain the emotions and internal battle that I experienced. Let's just say that after date #3, I cried my whole drive home. I was struggling with not knowing what he was wanting from me, thinking that I was just going to get hurt no matter what, knowing that I wasn't ready to trust again especially a man, knowing that he was the first guy I had gone out with since my engagement and was not anywhere close to being ready for a relationship, and that I didn't know him well enough to spill all these beans. I then discovered my 5th goal, to learn how to trust a man even just a little. And don't worry, this particular man has backed off by his choice and to my relief.<br />
So, happy birthday to me and may 2013 bring much joy and opportunity!<br />
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Here is a link if you want to learn about the number 13 and the United States of America. But perhaps only I find it fascinating when we relate numbers to history. There is the nerd in me :)<br /><a href="http://www.plaintruth.com/the_plain_truth/the-number-13-and-the-united-states-we-are-lost-israel.html">http://www.plaintruth.com/the_plain_truth/the-number-13-and-the-united-states-we-are-lost-israel.html</a>Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-91575839892200307742011-12-29T14:25:00.002-07:002011-12-29T14:46:52.228-07:00Winter, Holidays, New Year, BirthdaysFirst off... It is the end of December. 55 degree weather is NOT acceptable. I tolerate 80 and 90 degree weather just so I can get to the 20 and 30 degree weather. Now where is it?? All I want for my birthday (other than a date :)) is COLD weather and snow. It is only 2 weeks away and so far the forecast is not looking good.<br />Secondly, I love the holidays. I love any excuse to hang out with my family, and the holidays are great for that. However, the older I get, the more reality hits when the holidays roll around. The reality that oh hey, you're still single. I've always been the first to joke about me still be single and hardly going on dates, but secretly, it isn't so easy. I just decided that it is better to joke, laugh, and be happy with what I'm blessed with than to dwell on it. Especially when I just realized that I'll be spending New Years with my parents and/or aunt. What 25 year old wants to do that? Really, I'm just grateful that my parents will hang out with their 25 year old daughter.<br />And Lastly... 2012 could be "My Year". The year I find my dream job or at least find out what my dream job is. The year I find that man to spend eternity with. There is so much to look forward to in this new year. So Happy New Year to you all!Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-76039727402769339972011-11-01T16:23:00.001-06:002011-11-01T16:25:04.007-06:00Um...When people say "stat", what does it mean? Where did it come from? For instance, "I need to milk a cow stat."Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-22589220935509514752011-10-20T13:43:00.023-06:002011-10-20T14:29:33.722-06:00"I'm Cruisin"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUh0sjg86b28_x78axw3NE8Szk44nXRPpBrjURgdSl7ERRlewSZ7PHBKLd9PUujzI5ZGDM35RAbCccm-RwfxQux0R_HRBzAlZBsmo2F7Kxl_YQwcL8Hl3q060M4IYy5s4AM_AePs6stjZy/s1600/312549_10150357107621535_585006534_10252161_6823816_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUh0sjg86b28_x78axw3NE8Szk44nXRPpBrjURgdSl7ERRlewSZ7PHBKLd9PUujzI5ZGDM35RAbCccm-RwfxQux0R_HRBzAlZBsmo2F7Kxl_YQwcL8Hl3q060M4IYy5s4AM_AePs6stjZy/s320/312549_10150357107621535_585006534_10252161_6823816_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665668072035211874" border="0" /></a>It has almost been two months since my cruise! I am sad that it has been that long. It was an awesome vacation. I have finally posted some pictures. We made lots of memories.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEcz7gQF18XJficNoJono4kOq29-cM10ppzQRl_mvBg8Ow2BxCEpsCeC0R8JfYOzvlhC5FHky0VIgGvh14lwLmHwOqTJFwjzDjcQ0njvVXQ0VxhYv3bLYOhSwfdyRkL0Sc-HOHmCnchQA/s1600/312589_10150357114441535_585006534_10252269_4091569_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEcz7gQF18XJficNoJono4kOq29-cM10ppzQRl_mvBg8Ow2BxCEpsCeC0R8JfYOzvlhC5FHky0VIgGvh14lwLmHwOqTJFwjzDjcQ0njvVXQ0VxhYv3bLYOhSwfdyRkL0Sc-HOHmCnchQA/s320/312589_10150357114441535_585006534_10252269_4091569_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667998215121714" border="0" /></a>We dressed up nicely and had delicious food with strangers. I ordered ribs on the wrong night...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiALpZ06WZTY1Bvr1yWHJH6mwhrMYStF5xZIQYKZn1n14M57ETlAiBDFQh1ZhD_ke96WqTf0-f8QgkljzVdT9JTBi6xA5kHMyQ4-RegBeuvm7R4OS-m9F_sJPUQyE5tPmTdbvlRmQCVbc/s1600/320374_10150357115751535_585006534_10252304_7278751_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiALpZ06WZTY1Bvr1yWHJH6mwhrMYStF5xZIQYKZn1n14M57ETlAiBDFQh1ZhD_ke96WqTf0-f8QgkljzVdT9JTBi6xA5kHMyQ4-RegBeuvm7R4OS-m9F_sJPUQyE5tPmTdbvlRmQCVbc/s320/320374_10150357115751535_585006534_10252304_7278751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667919852249970" border="0" /></a>We posed for pictures on the fancy staircase...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYw2T9b6j-zHVwdZnYKb0xNhW_WS1gjr9hHOn6tol5I4Ubz43U05CLlmxKb9IDeG9uLTjzYHHvOxqe-At94nE9MmmrMYZqtmHKOYi4dNzh_fBZjkMEVsomii_v-BICKJWYusENdYgeVbG/s1600/308000_10150357112296535_585006534_10252234_1018514_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYw2T9b6j-zHVwdZnYKb0xNhW_WS1gjr9hHOn6tol5I4Ubz43U05CLlmxKb9IDeG9uLTjzYHHvOxqe-At94nE9MmmrMYZqtmHKOYi4dNzh_fBZjkMEVsomii_v-BICKJWYusENdYgeVbG/s320/308000_10150357112296535_585006534_10252234_1018514_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667845852646498" border="0" /></a>We got to do one of our favorite things ever! Danced to Michael Jackson. Thriller to be exact. We were pros thanks to our Wii experience.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtD2Vd4G-ZsO2lgv8cYKpq-zvM_KoZVUslOQOiiE-CCpYynIbrVXEklfY2A7LZL_g1GP2yODhyphenhyphenCHWRH1EuqKF-yh37tpTJF1nmLii4O9Qiu_h4sLP62LYW3fPN0w2QM_wCtIXaEY1gpAXT/s1600/308736_10150357117146535_585006534_10252332_5723326_a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtD2Vd4G-ZsO2lgv8cYKpq-zvM_KoZVUslOQOiiE-CCpYynIbrVXEklfY2A7LZL_g1GP2yODhyphenhyphenCHWRH1EuqKF-yh37tpTJF1nmLii4O9Qiu_h4sLP62LYW3fPN0w2QM_wCtIXaEY1gpAXT/s320/308736_10150357117146535_585006534_10252332_5723326_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667776003866738" border="0" /></a>We went on some shore excursions. The first one we saw some Mayan ruins and flamingos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip188mgTsqeXCI9yAu_5YbgsQmw8AURARh6MRrvJgmiFsYjZ6zwMRmF5pLGXP2qIF6bQ1etD9-1rzQTKOAP3i2gMryqHsln32dm6MOd0m8NdOVY-SJTnKNY7OG-Wt4Z6M1J7ZSi51OmuTn/s1600/IMG005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip188mgTsqeXCI9yAu_5YbgsQmw8AURARh6MRrvJgmiFsYjZ6zwMRmF5pLGXP2qIF6bQ1etD9-1rzQTKOAP3i2gMryqHsln32dm6MOd0m8NdOVY-SJTnKNY7OG-Wt4Z6M1J7ZSi51OmuTn/s320/IMG005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667673508210290" border="0" /></a>The next one we went snorkeling and kayaking. Snorkeling was a blast even though I struggled with my goggles. I kept getting water in my eye. I even saw a swordfish!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQhyX3WERAJn_gtN2m9wqehUDU3Rkf9ShPwnOfq8Am1h0KsCCDA8jpZbWQoP48CGkO6t_Kdb-7GZ-_s4tYd8qRVCQIcsgyZ6ZAKjOUB8X2rb8i7RRknLY8hCIwsRTcCCK7RrG_qHaK2Cu/s1600/IMG018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQhyX3WERAJn_gtN2m9wqehUDU3Rkf9ShPwnOfq8Am1h0KsCCDA8jpZbWQoP48CGkO6t_Kdb-7GZ-_s4tYd8qRVCQIcsgyZ6ZAKjOUB8X2rb8i7RRknLY8hCIwsRTcCCK7RrG_qHaK2Cu/s320/IMG018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667608461134962" border="0" /></a>We took pictures while we were supposed to be listening to instructions... oops.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWka2fURwz9pcyIQA7HVmLMnJMSdnoz1R91dDz2exk7do-FSD20CNuZZCbXzNNoOfmIONe9DDcshoLaPwIoFFvZcQFvTxyuPnTH03U0bF6BezKHkvqnd6FeZBLqfY8qOG41btrokvoHQ6Y/s1600/IMG021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWka2fURwz9pcyIQA7HVmLMnJMSdnoz1R91dDz2exk7do-FSD20CNuZZCbXzNNoOfmIONe9DDcshoLaPwIoFFvZcQFvTxyuPnTH03U0bF6BezKHkvqnd6FeZBLqfY8qOG41btrokvoHQ6Y/s320/IMG021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667264725320978" border="0" /></a>We were almost the fastest kayakers in our group. They had a head start, so that is our excuse. We got to kayak by the dolphins. It was sweet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS5LvoceiezAGfwKBMvkCsegZGvlAS_mUMksOGxFRQO-rYqAl3LOl4WJDQE6bZgiy2mV_4ry439gHvxy1aZXKrlU4ayqZ-bfLI_KwxICeupKmRGuC8mNAFtxobKVQVFxtO5p-Vp1he59o/s1600/307227_10150357125226535_585006534_10252486_2106148_a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS5LvoceiezAGfwKBMvkCsegZGvlAS_mUMksOGxFRQO-rYqAl3LOl4WJDQE6bZgiy2mV_4ry439gHvxy1aZXKrlU4ayqZ-bfLI_KwxICeupKmRGuC8mNAFtxobKVQVFxtO5p-Vp1he59o/s320/307227_10150357125226535_585006534_10252486_2106148_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667160035132850" border="0" /></a>Harvey ordered hot chocolate at dinner. It was 85+ degrees and she ordered hot chocolate. Apparently 'no thanks' really means 'yes, please' because I got some hot chocolate too. After this night, we were served hot chocolate with dessert the rest of the trip and we didn't even ask for it. *side note* The humidity did amazing things for my hair and my skin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAHo1Hqgj-9xk4KG77yLZiOGDB2MXtzOv6WodOO6HIpsLU2XHAv6yOJ7z9LGx9imjDf8ebZEpreOrVL8FLHS9P93SLss4tmx_ym1oIMUxYsz3TfuL1quCZCOMI2HN65E3oiaGTaEu9Nbg/s1600/293112_10150357125596535_585006534_10252493_5076020_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAHo1Hqgj-9xk4KG77yLZiOGDB2MXtzOv6WodOO6HIpsLU2XHAv6yOJ7z9LGx9imjDf8ebZEpreOrVL8FLHS9P93SLss4tmx_ym1oIMUxYsz3TfuL1quCZCOMI2HN65E3oiaGTaEu9Nbg/s320/293112_10150357125596535_585006534_10252493_5076020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667073207723234" border="0" /></a>We asked this man if he would come back home with us. He really wanted to, but then he would have missed his chance to go to his home country. So then we asked if we could hide in his room. He had too many roommates, so we sadly said goodbye. His name is Mohammed. He is from Indonesia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLeHLINqd6Sb68Du177APQH1-eMATlXCPR6CXV3_OorkF9vK2ieYies9LWagsxoUzDednO0adWsGyDXKfXULrHNxCWUDhPZONsXrv31JnatGtpiec0daA0BCzBtsauhGvdQn13jibQH5DM/s1600/312627_10150357130316535_585006534_10252582_6851002_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLeHLINqd6Sb68Du177APQH1-eMATlXCPR6CXV3_OorkF9vK2ieYies9LWagsxoUzDednO0adWsGyDXKfXULrHNxCWUDhPZONsXrv31JnatGtpiec0daA0BCzBtsauhGvdQn13jibQH5DM/s320/312627_10150357130316535_585006534_10252582_6851002_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666993401855762" border="0" /></a>We watched Bingo... Really, who watches bingo on a normal night, let alone on a cruise?! We got the best seats in the house for the shows because we watched bingo :).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgD1Gig8AqfoHjDUEXqsTVGz96u7klMLDJbQaEdbTlfBGWAGwaWBg3Ym0zBDYCsGmJLBpKtxbnRgW8SvymqScITgkoKmJ71AKE9BC2sAS1-x3XIDLvGAvF_qnQ4QCVbpXxygECJNwrshDy/s1600/291863_10150357136941535_585006534_10252732_3075712_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgD1Gig8AqfoHjDUEXqsTVGz96u7klMLDJbQaEdbTlfBGWAGwaWBg3Ym0zBDYCsGmJLBpKtxbnRgW8SvymqScITgkoKmJ71AKE9BC2sAS1-x3XIDLvGAvF_qnQ4QCVbpXxygECJNwrshDy/s320/291863_10150357136941535_585006534_10252732_3075712_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666871387237538" border="0" /></a>We met this man. He was our cruise director, Tex. He has some awesome dance moves. Our favorite was the sprinkler, shown above.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgjURszKVXbCUlFHJQBn40mzAmbKpEpsdMW5iVyXSXIG4GPRUyJ5s_o_AEbG-oAa0O3yQ94eGwLTrHH7KoFjQyvFNYMg1oTQnqJ1Bw1GdYawsW4-7w3SnCHLcR7hPlVVjCL9T05cOFWRh/s1600/100_0994.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgjURszKVXbCUlFHJQBn40mzAmbKpEpsdMW5iVyXSXIG4GPRUyJ5s_o_AEbG-oAa0O3yQ94eGwLTrHH7KoFjQyvFNYMg1oTQnqJ1Bw1GdYawsW4-7w3SnCHLcR7hPlVVjCL9T05cOFWRh/s320/100_0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666757639788562" border="0" /></a>Bruno was our head waiter every night. Pretty much because we requested him every night. He and Mohammed serenaded us each night at dinner. The wait staff all do a dance or sing a song at some point during dinner. Bruno is from St. Vincent.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZx563e3pJJtpsvcEAJdDp2GfNZNa7ddeX1gJD1A2lPz3yGMt3qXq34lFTg1MNNML8-iBwVvmqHVadcfiGCjKzv0mUbtL4TBea4afFtO8vE6nWWIv6neFZpHuLtMuPbnRyjFY2hVkCJWm/s1600/100_0988.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZx563e3pJJtpsvcEAJdDp2GfNZNa7ddeX1gJD1A2lPz3yGMt3qXq34lFTg1MNNML8-iBwVvmqHVadcfiGCjKzv0mUbtL4TBea4afFtO8vE6nWWIv6neFZpHuLtMuPbnRyjFY2hVkCJWm/s320/100_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666652721707538" border="0" /></a>I got my fresh fruit for dessert most nights. Along with a scoop of sherbet, usually. I got teased by all the strangers who sat by us. Apparently it is weird to not like cake.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_mT4mZXjbP1uR78lt_8bJQtXRGfC_bfituYAqujxThcDYlbh_c9Rqk_IQoZP8ppZEeAUeYQzdObSKczlTderG3-fS6K2e1wf8Yk9K4T5oYd6h5vJkhVjtY5loI7sc8y-R8I8qPlX-r7v/s1600/100_0988.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjV7m1cdYcyaOvbbrVWh-5yWj3uFJb9CVZUFtYovWnNsaOWuiC_9v_xUQcmtQbaGmX-dzAdCN0B_TtMmFcIXxntHMUfAqg4GJsOhowC0cgFM8PIxLdQ2u82vfn-awrjWcYYuQGgZPIKC6/s1600/100_0998.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjV7m1cdYcyaOvbbrVWh-5yWj3uFJb9CVZUFtYovWnNsaOWuiC_9v_xUQcmtQbaGmX-dzAdCN0B_TtMmFcIXxntHMUfAqg4GJsOhowC0cgFM8PIxLdQ2u82vfn-awrjWcYYuQGgZPIKC6/s320/100_0998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666035021218818" border="0" /></a>We had awesome towel animals on our bed each night. Most of the time we couldn't figure out what animal it was supposed to be, but they were still CUTE.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOZzQBvdih9AvQ4mowZGbxZX-xEdZjXWbLNl1GXORp0AVYixPTLQqmVkhQNdzgok1HAO_sjeUlAI5itp2n9EbbrHl3wOoKZgFFd74VuRqSWwcKF2IGtA5aNqqKsEQvJ9gCfslY9iSe1VJS/s1600/100_1005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOZzQBvdih9AvQ4mowZGbxZX-xEdZjXWbLNl1GXORp0AVYixPTLQqmVkhQNdzgok1HAO_sjeUlAI5itp2n9EbbrHl3wOoKZgFFd74VuRqSWwcKF2IGtA5aNqqKsEQvJ9gCfslY9iSe1VJS/s320/100_1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665665886756310866" border="0" /></a>Again, we watched Bingo...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfipYvEmizay_-emZf5e43rKM_KQueoUwqwnehylVUo67KH77PH2r8hH8jCr1xnrPXpheNtM3YwrCSOaBLWXopzCwLkoo-4JnCaouKIQ4AuXmdrIRlPSXgHkbFMxcECR8ut_N5UYLksZL/s1600/100_1060.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfipYvEmizay_-emZf5e43rKM_KQueoUwqwnehylVUo67KH77PH2r8hH8jCr1xnrPXpheNtM3YwrCSOaBLWXopzCwLkoo-4JnCaouKIQ4AuXmdrIRlPSXgHkbFMxcECR8ut_N5UYLksZL/s320/100_1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665665748795819938" border="0" /></a>Our head housekeeper left us a cute heart on the last night. Special :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEintymvlmMadtsmTnRZ_uMctcanljlg4ACeXUXtMcpwYftfwtljGNSS_Yf1t6jzevtAziVvKNU3zMAT8dt48Q4JdSlEGSor8ujfErfnet-ekphDlUXn8z94Kr6cJe57jS_UJB1gnIcAtGfZ/s1600/100_1058.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEintymvlmMadtsmTnRZ_uMctcanljlg4ACeXUXtMcpwYftfwtljGNSS_Yf1t6jzevtAziVvKNU3zMAT8dt48Q4JdSlEGSor8ujfErfnet-ekphDlUXn8z94Kr6cJe57jS_UJB1gnIcAtGfZ/s320/100_1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665665642924242450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByryKYbQq__2UOJ6xvyON2fdqa1SOf7zyf3hfFUAAp11gNZ7qYItcaaZ_qWGB9_rv6dn8V_LyPrcVQcSD_F6TayrIeU6ujIcXVBZ0O9vM2Z1FY8uqWwIdOhrp0E4a-nv9QVinGs4R_g_f/s1600/100_1066.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByryKYbQq__2UOJ6xvyON2fdqa1SOf7zyf3hfFUAAp11gNZ7qYItcaaZ_qWGB9_rv6dn8V_LyPrcVQcSD_F6TayrIeU6ujIcXVBZ0O9vM2Z1FY8uqWwIdOhrp0E4a-nv9QVinGs4R_g_f/s320/100_1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665665541735730050" border="0" /></a>We spent a day in New Orleans. We attempted to find real Cajun food. I'm not sure if we succeeded, but whatever we had was delicious. We also had an awesome cab driver. We should have taken our picture with him.<br /><br />I'm already looking forward to my next vacation! I would love another cruise. Sleeping on a cruise ship is the best thing ever!Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-54781881418914801562011-08-24T13:35:00.002-06:002011-08-24T13:51:11.192-06:00WaterIn about 48 hours, I'll be in an airplane for the first time since I was 10 or 12 (I don't remember pre-high school very well). This time it will be without my nervous mother. I'll admit, though, that I am the nervous one now. I'm not nervous about flying. I'm nervous about forgetting to take my pocket knife out of my purse. I'm nervous that I'll pack things in my carry-on that I'm not supposed to. I'm nervous that I won't get to the airport on time. I'm nervous either Harvey or I will forget our passport. I am sure everything will go well and my fears won't come true. But I am my mother's daughter.
<br />I will experience quite a few "firsts" on this trip. My first time in an airplane without my mother, first time on a cruise ship, first time snorkeling, and first time kayaking.
<br />I'm nervous about the snorkeling. I swim okay. I'm just worried about the breathing part. As far as the kayaking, well, I just hope Harvey and I don't paddle in circles.
<br />Despite all the worries/fears, I am incredibly excited. It is going to be a great adventure with my best friend.
<br />On another note, I just happened to notice that, even though I am right-handed, I drink with my left hand. Even when I am drinking out of a water bottle, I use my left hand. Weird.
<br />Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-65759070395925073512011-08-04T13:16:00.010-06:002011-08-04T14:06:19.666-06:00Checking Back into the Blogging WorldLately I have been given the "parties all the time and needs to get serious with life" label. Well, I have finally finished school, I bought a car, and it is summertime. Therefore, I take advantage of having a reliable car and the freedom to go places and see new things. Here are just a few pictures of my adventures<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQcYDFUb9lQafz6iQOc1AcjiDQLO2A-5MzaKU2Mek46kiF6l88sH5z5MZgk0eZh_qdLcjYA2l_9ZyalXpc4rS2GJNLz5OTouDVoXHXfm9lfG0hzx3oT3qpFNXsse_6XmAiYpNZgW5GrBh/s1600/thisone.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQcYDFUb9lQafz6iQOc1AcjiDQLO2A-5MzaKU2Mek46kiF6l88sH5z5MZgk0eZh_qdLcjYA2l_9ZyalXpc4rS2GJNLz5OTouDVoXHXfm9lfG0hzx3oT3qpFNXsse_6XmAiYpNZgW5GrBh/s320/thisone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637084148271084642" border="0" /></a><br />I've been on a few awesome 4-wheeling rides. This one was right before Brother left for his mission.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM1eXH_rA0whnc-DAoUeJnKk3WsjMoQllHhA-dvAWO59tiG706DtZibsLCLRZjA37ofV_DH08a_4h6-_tAJN-CIokv_hH7kmzA9GjiJlAxk4q-MiC-X091nIpCCQffbRAuH8E7LRmRKG7/s1600/284599_10150320684891535_585006534_9870530_906175_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM1eXH_rA0whnc-DAoUeJnKk3WsjMoQllHhA-dvAWO59tiG706DtZibsLCLRZjA37ofV_DH08a_4h6-_tAJN-CIokv_hH7kmzA9GjiJlAxk4q-MiC-X091nIpCCQffbRAuH8E7LRmRKG7/s320/284599_10150320684891535_585006534_9870530_906175_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637090548123751794" border="0" /></a>Celebrated my two favorite holidays (4th and 24th of July). Shared the experience of the Redmond parade with Harvey.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7QnKrwFYOvMvRP0bWbP8qDbohJlhKOcwkKhg-8w4p5rx0hycclbxDTPQ2pD3VCrFWYX40ni7FcnO4TwQOc9t1RXQVwFTRvwf-jGr6MONmkAQ8pKpCXS3dWcwkLgyLQAMkuioD4pUb-lL/s1600/264734_10150309112606535_585006534_9746575_7024588_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7QnKrwFYOvMvRP0bWbP8qDbohJlhKOcwkKhg-8w4p5rx0hycclbxDTPQ2pD3VCrFWYX40ni7FcnO4TwQOc9t1RXQVwFTRvwf-jGr6MONmkAQ8pKpCXS3dWcwkLgyLQAMkuioD4pUb-lL/s320/264734_10150309112606535_585006534_9746575_7024588_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637087935315181410" border="0" /></a>Took my 3rd trip to Havasupai! It was as awesome as usual. I even got to go to church there.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YQbRAvgqKxYzfScaAWKOt6_ryYfrAg5ZrGPHgQLANLP4o-5A9AFP9tfj23-PGk9iObq5f7tG4c4qYgmHsVMR9lhMNkSsBc_nzwgn65C30wA6vDHDaHrgUTfCBBnpQ1b3SLul8412jWtO/s1600/100_0584.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YQbRAvgqKxYzfScaAWKOt6_ryYfrAg5ZrGPHgQLANLP4o-5A9AFP9tfj23-PGk9iObq5f7tG4c4qYgmHsVMR9lhMNkSsBc_nzwgn65C30wA6vDHDaHrgUTfCBBnpQ1b3SLul8412jWtO/s320/100_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637085401011900098" border="0" /></a>I met this man and look forward to more fun with him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WapB7TmDSRUNuUWyx7FxMFHNcIyx2CqK1nqJderlwRK-wQZZheTNdPJFxnmjEs0rlxEvM88IXk42I3PIkkaJsSr62ppSSshTM3NK-BuPFXvx5kiHgaASPdyKwwBKwGLIzuE_qxFFyMje/s1600/100_0516.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WapB7TmDSRUNuUWyx7FxMFHNcIyx2CqK1nqJderlwRK-wQZZheTNdPJFxnmjEs0rlxEvM88IXk42I3PIkkaJsSr62ppSSshTM3NK-BuPFXvx5kiHgaASPdyKwwBKwGLIzuE_qxFFyMje/s320/100_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637085216990988242" border="0" /></a>Sent Brother on his mission. Sometimes I miss him so much. Yes, both my older sisters are pregnant in this picture. Liz's baby was born July 10th and is very beautiful. Amy's baby girl will arrive in October.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">A few other things of note:<br /><ul><li>I had my first true boating experience this summer</li><li>I get to go on my first cruise in only 22 days!</li><li>I've started the job application/interviewing process</li><li>I have my first post-college interview today actually</li><li>I live with a Chinese woman who cooks me awesome food all the time.<br /></li></ul></div></div>Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-44965099734058979472011-01-06T15:50:00.005-07:002011-01-06T16:03:27.179-07:00Blessings, Birthday, and BootsToday I realized I am so blessed. I have an awesome family, a job, the opportunity to get my education, and friends.<br />My favorite day of the year is coming up. My birthday. I love surprises and presents and the attention that comes with birthdays. And I love that I can eat at my favorite Mexican place and eat my favorite dessert. Secretly I have always wished somebody would throw me a surprise party, but it never happens. I can still hope for that dream to come true, right?<br />Also, I look forward to one day owning a pair of these boots.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIos8QgRi_MnBRvGx5np_8cMSfn09XkFP0d3tgZvhBShcemtGPeYUepaRggVsqY8PjAltS4qXbCWEpPYJFeGCY3g5sD8z4e6mmLAmNGMSBKwqi1nNI37hRAIhrJOn-uB-_4jFyF6-Idz4n/s1600/31BtrpT9bVL.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIos8QgRi_MnBRvGx5np_8cMSfn09XkFP0d3tgZvhBShcemtGPeYUepaRggVsqY8PjAltS4qXbCWEpPYJFeGCY3g5sD8z4e6mmLAmNGMSBKwqi1nNI37hRAIhrJOn-uB-_4jFyF6-Idz4n/s320/31BtrpT9bVL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559211730778123314" border="0" /></a>Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-38493070342447134752010-11-02T14:55:00.004-06:002010-11-02T15:11:07.695-06:00Sincerely MeDear Texas Rangers,<br />Thanks for showing up for the World Series...<br />Sincerely,<br />Me<br /><br />Dear College Football,<br />Isn't it time to implement a playoff just like every other sport? I think so.<br />Sincerely,<br />Me<br /><br />Dear Brett Favre,<br />Just call it quits already. You had a good career, but know when to stop.<br />Sincerely,<br />Me<br /><br />Dear Campaign season,<br />I'm sick of you. I don't want to watch anymore commercials telling me who to vote for. That doesn't work for me anyway.<br />Sincerely,<br />Me<br /><br />Dear Southern Utah radio,<br />I don't care who is running for Senate in Nevada.<br />Sincerely,<br />MeNillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-37266098093199400082010-09-23T13:23:00.007-06:002010-09-23T13:41:23.444-06:00RandomI was driving to work today (late since that is how my day started) and came to a 4-way stop. I got there at the same time as another driver who was going the opposite direction as me. He was going straight, I was turning left. So, as the rules of 4-way stops suggest, I was yielding to the other driver. He sat there for what felt like forever until I finally got annoyed enough and took my turn. I wish people knew how those things work!!!! I think 4-way stops send some people into a panic.<br />I recently realized that I wish I could remember the "Annie Bangs" song. Oh and the Gooseberry song too.<br />I love swimming.<br />I am getting so fast at sudoku. Perhaps it's a sign I have too much time on my hands?<br />I discovered a new puzzle similar to sudoku. It's a mix between sudoku and crossword puzzles. It is called Kakuro. Check it out! <a href="http://www.krazydad.com/kakuro/books/KD_Kakuro_15x15_s2_b002.pdf">http://www.krazydad.com/kakuro/books/KD_Kakuro_15x15_s2_b002.pdf</a>Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-51288266685774207382010-09-07T13:50:00.004-06:002010-09-07T14:17:16.034-06:00Food on My Mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitXTesFnljHPtFef7Nv16CFWPtpNYdDGYGDvhe1ldc-7zWbhKT_1bRziS6VuN_f0uw0Q9S1cZB2jkMfyzTHPkWC2OcSog2eg1oGzuOyRWxZyHEayVuqC4E6H2oc7RDraEiiuLCpxdClJl9/s1600/TemptationMelons.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitXTesFnljHPtFef7Nv16CFWPtpNYdDGYGDvhe1ldc-7zWbhKT_1bRziS6VuN_f0uw0Q9S1cZB2jkMfyzTHPkWC2OcSog2eg1oGzuOyRWxZyHEayVuqC4E6H2oc7RDraEiiuLCpxdClJl9/s320/TemptationMelons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514261815815009538" border="0" /> </a><br />I recently got a couple melons that look like those pictured above. I was excited because I thought I was going to be eating honeydew. Then I cut into them. Well, I found a cross between honeydew and cantaloupe. For me, food is a big deal and when I try new things, I have to mentally prepare for it. I have been trying to mentally prepare myself to eat these things since yesterday. I still haven't tried it. How bad could it be? I love cantaloupe and I love honeydew, so it could be the perfect combination. They call it the orange flesh melon or the temptation melon.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-OK0Kt7fV68BsXyghjX5Rj4FCHcnI4jpLD8nOBq9y3gg6dRVNIQrgxGgLdPmnr13VImeZlaz2hjMr8D4onqJci_krNEdLXWb0C-btn40Pb1rZtHFWc_Eb1tuXi8MOXR78KLcOn-l-6HD/s1600/Orange+and+Chipotle+Marinated+Shrimp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-OK0Kt7fV68BsXyghjX5Rj4FCHcnI4jpLD8nOBq9y3gg6dRVNIQrgxGgLdPmnr13VImeZlaz2hjMr8D4onqJci_krNEdLXWb0C-btn40Pb1rZtHFWc_Eb1tuXi8MOXR78KLcOn-l-6HD/s320/Orange+and+Chipotle+Marinated+Shrimp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514261811589345106" border="0" /></a>Also, I recently discovered that I actually enjoy shrimp. After mentally preparing for a meal consisting of shrimp and salmon for a few hours, I found seafood isn't really that bad. I liked the shrimp even if it is weird looking/smelling and the texture is kinda weird too. In the end, a good discovery for me.<br />On that note, some other foods I find weird are mushrooms- slimy and not so appealing to the eye. I still wonder who decided to eat fungus. Sardines- do these actually taste good? Hot dogs- I don't need to go into detail about how these things are made... all we need to know is that it is weird and yucky.<br /><br />Too often restaurant experiences become quite stressful for me. Deciding on something from a menu with far too many choices is stressful. For this reason, I very rarely try new things. Does this happen to other people? Or is it just me? Maybe it is because I know either me or someone I am with will be paying for my meal so I better eat it and if I'm going to eat it, I better at least kinda like it.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-185898797080797902010-08-05T14:09:00.005-06:002010-08-05T15:18:28.977-06:00HAVASUPAI<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbNAFe7dhfUYnqYzz2jOCh-MTuh0Lx2GemUBrHboqs5-7pjftfUdI0cxHvYeaJ_WdQmact8S04x3wp2UaGXHc0_V111gfRvDo52mpq533JOXqmjYShLkd2tSh4eWE7o8CpLDjgCTmwl-T/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbNAFe7dhfUYnqYzz2jOCh-MTuh0Lx2GemUBrHboqs5-7pjftfUdI0cxHvYeaJ_WdQmact8S04x3wp2UaGXHc0_V111gfRvDo52mpq533JOXqmjYShLkd2tSh4eWE7o8CpLDjgCTmwl-T/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021417354443954" border="0" /></a>We had a great trip to Havasupai this year! We stopped for our "last meal" of the week in Kingman Carl's Jr. It was there we found out that Aly is the only normal one.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL_9S4XRJQyUHdgMu5WPapGZ3nVYEJzP6onKR18JhAArVs6RnRbqTmYeO-asaiaAQhwXWeLuQFTLBrsm5qIXFFQVvQP0mdwTfVPj4sP38dJ6bwtG1NWpDT5zNhU4pwoy7QMarFJkUXcPe/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL_9S4XRJQyUHdgMu5WPapGZ3nVYEJzP6onKR18JhAArVs6RnRbqTmYeO-asaiaAQhwXWeLuQFTLBrsm5qIXFFQVvQP0mdwTfVPj4sP38dJ6bwtG1NWpDT5zNhU4pwoy7QMarFJkUXcPe/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021413175475394" border="0" /></a>After our hike through the night, we camped in the village for a few hours until the tourist office opened. I managed to sleep 0 hours that night. We checked in and then made our way to the campground. Above is a newer waterfall that was created from the flood 2 years ago. It is so amazing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMKDLJ8XQDJIQxLZ45xQ5drRh1D35EdGa7a_IwHzIBmb8sxHSrNmwUEKpEGPvnlHDCwHwzaI16MO-P3R6GHDNJ3_nGP6JoY9CfYSHNII8DusKPFdCY5-ob_OyXmbB1rBcmY0-_mdAg1gO/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMKDLJ8XQDJIQxLZ45xQ5drRh1D35EdGa7a_IwHzIBmb8sxHSrNmwUEKpEGPvnlHDCwHwzaI16MO-P3R6GHDNJ3_nGP6JoY9CfYSHNII8DusKPFdCY5-ob_OyXmbB1rBcmY0-_mdAg1gO/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021406682469362" border="0" /></a>At the campground, I found two trees right next to the creek where I hung my hammock and slept for as long as I possibly could! That felt so good!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08_EVa6xDHtZcRsh3XMiPNV8D0OJkiDaxCSoHy_ZofDIWx-eRfBskai-3ZKGR9oq74Tj3F_OCIFmrpz8pJ1_4Ws8rFA6-PWKJk2WkSxwKcrKlwV0XDw0UE4SbrpKrFb67cka-DkNn7r1C/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08_EVa6xDHtZcRsh3XMiPNV8D0OJkiDaxCSoHy_ZofDIWx-eRfBskai-3ZKGR9oq74Tj3F_OCIFmrpz8pJ1_4Ws8rFA6-PWKJk2WkSxwKcrKlwV0XDw0UE4SbrpKrFb67cka-DkNn7r1C/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021401299329330" border="0" /></a>We played in the water everyday and every chance we could. It felt so good in the heat of the days. We even played some ultimate frisbee in the creek. I'm not sure how well it worked out, but it was still fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZpXEJthm-zHgJk4pBUGbuFMbqi_2T8CdiI4bNGm8hqgiFHPwm6tWE39NREt0eUHaVqe6MJ85yK6DhXq5HNmW4O3IwkhXqK0m8X8NHaeY9zu3eGZq44wM2zAc_z9H_XuKCJVqfD-_v4hH/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZpXEJthm-zHgJk4pBUGbuFMbqi_2T8CdiI4bNGm8hqgiFHPwm6tWE39NREt0eUHaVqe6MJ85yK6DhXq5HNmW4O3IwkhXqK0m8X8NHaeY9zu3eGZq44wM2zAc_z9H_XuKCJVqfD-_v4hH/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021076458706258" border="0" /></a>The monster I promised myself I would never climb down again. Well, I climbed down it. It was not nearly as bad the second time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaueKUV9r_QnyBUjx_4zbdYHMD9duDdINMJ4b5WfHDsUZxvhHQ1UJVxplvO6TBL8vF_Fbz4B6UrXCkOhLyr9JPAHpnD0CIdss9TOSHWp0PYutNetclZIpaqm7IRqSF3Wt7EIBtww68edh/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaueKUV9r_QnyBUjx_4zbdYHMD9duDdINMJ4b5WfHDsUZxvhHQ1UJVxplvO6TBL8vF_Fbz4B6UrXCkOhLyr9JPAHpnD0CIdss9TOSHWp0PYutNetclZIpaqm7IRqSF3Wt7EIBtww68edh/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021063891024002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ak2IXVhH86oi2yDMi7vIA35nWi4zHWv1_RsvqUdeACcieVbamz8-IfLUXO3xNRwC9pb_JyFDs9UohyphenhyphenAxhqRvhlhlFFO_24reyyGtsa5fqxpitdaPOQrSuBJDigoV_Qz1UECoW7eKhe43/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ak2IXVhH86oi2yDMi7vIA35nWi4zHWv1_RsvqUdeACcieVbamz8-IfLUXO3xNRwC9pb_JyFDs9UohyphenhyphenAxhqRvhlhlFFO_24reyyGtsa5fqxpitdaPOQrSuBJDigoV_Qz1UECoW7eKhe43/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021058983341810" border="0" /></a>This is just before the hike out. I really was faking the smile because I was secretly in pain. It turns out during our adventure one of the days, my foot was overworked. I thought it was a dehydration cramp, but it never got better and continually got worse. My foot was swollen, but I thought it was probably just from the heat. Well the pain never quit and as we hiked the two miles from the campground to the village it put me into tears. At the village we inquired about a mule or a horse to take me out of the canyon. Well, there were no more going up the trail that day. My only other option was a helicopter ride. I'm not gonna lie, it was kinda exciting. My friends got me a seat on the helicopter and gave me a few things to make their packs lighter then went on their way. There was nobody to take pictures of me getting on the helicopter, so I took pictures of the view and the pilot's face. The ride was really an amazing experience. Being able to see the Grand Canyon from that view was AWESOME! Though I will admit, there were times I was way scared. There was a storm blowing in and thus it was extremely windy up at the top. Well this made the helicopter drop suddenly a few times. Oh man. Anyway, it was a good experience in the end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MO4LJ-xyZkXosA_YlBfYDh858iG7oXRRwvMF5Fo7myobxmFn0bvQXUNDNw7Uh6H4ebND-_VQ-Fl-H227aMoGRfnBsD9SH4TdXQBZCdxXk3ZZqNQ-niS7QQE1sEI6t_MFYh7MRQOD54El/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MO4LJ-xyZkXosA_YlBfYDh858iG7oXRRwvMF5Fo7myobxmFn0bvQXUNDNw7Uh6H4ebND-_VQ-Fl-H227aMoGRfnBsD9SH4TdXQBZCdxXk3ZZqNQ-niS7QQE1sEI6t_MFYh7MRQOD54El/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021039788732690" border="0" /></a>I was able to get a picture of the trail I didn't get to hike up. At least I can say I've done it once before. And now I can say that I experienced it from a helicopter as well!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje21-TiZJeTRVA7RaHSFQAVMPUJMev7nbdLZIYJuO74u8vJOnQeRM7vkz7BIaPfn0D3BT9Cop0Q8PTwSdqQY6cwdAnKBCWpZggZnAxKGwf1G6TgYW_6Do3x16DdNrx0AisPI0MaERNmnkZ/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje21-TiZJeTRVA7RaHSFQAVMPUJMev7nbdLZIYJuO74u8vJOnQeRM7vkz7BIaPfn0D3BT9Cop0Q8PTwSdqQY6cwdAnKBCWpZggZnAxKGwf1G6TgYW_6Do3x16DdNrx0AisPI0MaERNmnkZ/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021033329335474" border="0" /></a>And this would be the awesome ride. It carried me and five men. One very large man too. I didn't get to go up with the ladies.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-34386360349906249442010-06-22T11:02:00.007-06:002010-06-22T11:15:24.891-06:00Summer Hiking (so far)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MAQeQet5yIx309JDeNpMhoxxZi45aI3FEqcfyx7mmhY1BArQruj2LDs0Pcfk_4b_NtlJWhOzc3yhn4CoPATuuHGD7Xcs3lOaxt6_pj9kb9hiO3s7AzzaSvFeYp6JQ6mSuk59q67X7xWd/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MAQeQet5yIx309JDeNpMhoxxZi45aI3FEqcfyx7mmhY1BArQruj2LDs0Pcfk_4b_NtlJWhOzc3yhn4CoPATuuHGD7Xcs3lOaxt6_pj9kb9hiO3s7AzzaSvFeYp6JQ6mSuk59q67X7xWd/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645954202562370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvvnbMC1hxyN5wM5481dKHJ8Z5IOI7Ix0SJ0cQJ_zgatdquHvTjiXcYvVN9YZg3GtySqikaXWDirVvf8haz2xpZbExxSOD78Mb7RaXiTUQdA5AgbnOKlxTB561gscSRmVPNn7DEd3CKDl/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvvnbMC1hxyN5wM5481dKHJ8Z5IOI7Ix0SJ0cQJ_zgatdquHvTjiXcYvVN9YZg3GtySqikaXWDirVvf8haz2xpZbExxSOD78Mb7RaXiTUQdA5AgbnOKlxTB561gscSRmVPNn7DEd3CKDl/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645713447325170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobSxvl9Sj3LYfvg_XkSgp_vsoXS_IYv_iFf-_jxcUOaF6VrBYnv_WUlT4X7ij1bfcN0WNTt7MXcVriQCtf_Q1jUUQfUtajVO9Jn3JgxELtjyqgJA3xONSh3IAi468wbCp1P2i9PnQfbWg/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobSxvl9Sj3LYfvg_XkSgp_vsoXS_IYv_iFf-_jxcUOaF6VrBYnv_WUlT4X7ij1bfcN0WNTt7MXcVriQCtf_Q1jUUQfUtajVO9Jn3JgxELtjyqgJA3xONSh3IAi468wbCp1P2i9PnQfbWg/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645322037859602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ju_86i1gNutOMyCsEGNI3r6fisC7dL4FUjGDR9mJyiUMspdY8gF2Yl9frCMPNjQvZwppXl_e5VwQ9inSPhvsZmQDsQDZNUBiEOEkIZsvTqfh9epgJJlrFqfrB8ACRpEr4UJPePKA_Xx7/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ju_86i1gNutOMyCsEGNI3r6fisC7dL4FUjGDR9mJyiUMspdY8gF2Yl9frCMPNjQvZwppXl_e5VwQ9inSPhvsZmQDsQDZNUBiEOEkIZsvTqfh9epgJJlrFqfrB8ACRpEr4UJPePKA_Xx7/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645044150310194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3yMWsQu_pw8kbIB25bwz82lwJSRX2wZREGEF2Q8wkdsU8nEeorgk5A2dBNhEAo7QXz88lTtmC0YmK0ZvGKa9SMmwtrVNfW5aa1VR4YIbwCqF3rSAe-DgfNGEgcBkZho5tcb68OlBvrKn/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3yMWsQu_pw8kbIB25bwz82lwJSRX2wZREGEF2Q8wkdsU8nEeorgk5A2dBNhEAo7QXz88lTtmC0YmK0ZvGKa9SMmwtrVNfW5aa1VR4YIbwCqF3rSAe-DgfNGEgcBkZho5tcb68OlBvrKn/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644882172669026" border="0" /></a><br />This was my trip to Kolob with John on free National Parks weekend. I've done this hike before, but never saw the waterfall. It was beautiful and I had good company.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-17123989526674590642010-06-04T14:51:00.004-06:002010-06-04T14:55:04.464-06:00Wish Me LuckI am preparing for the first interview I've had in 2 and 1/2 years. I'm nervous. I don't know what to expect in this interview. All I can do is be as impressive as I can possibly be. I mean, who wouldn't want me as their coach.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-54770683594459427912010-05-27T15:38:00.004-06:002010-05-27T16:01:18.453-06:00Graduation and stuff.So my baby (ha) brother graduated from high school this week. This means, I have been out of high school for 5 years and still haven't graduated from college. Well that will happen soon enough. Anyways, after the last high school graduation for a while, I made a vow to send letters and maybe even hold a community meeting about semi-formal events. It sickens me that people have no respect and no dignity. People walk in to graduation in holey jeans and flip-flops like they just came from the beach or the homeless shelter. Rude? Maybe, but really people should show some respect. Also, screaming children!!!! One of my biggest pet peeves. Teach your kids when it's okay to scream and yell and run around. It is definitely not okay at a graduation or when you are eating dinner at a restaurant next to me. It wasn't even just the screaming children. Adults were having conversations with each other, and not even whisper conversations. And not just one or two, nearly every person in that place was having a conversation. Where has the respect and dignity gone?<br />On a lighter note, I look forward to having my brother close so I don't have to eat pasta and egg sandwiches all the time :). Since that is all Aly eats that is all I generally cook.<br />I'm glad that my mother is not like oh so many other mothers I know in this world who wear the mom pants. I vow to never wear mom pants. Yay for my mom's awesome taste in clothes :)<br />I applied for a job that I want so much and am waiting for a call to get an interview. The wait is making me anxious and nervous. The job closes today and they are busy with graduations tomorrow, so hopefully I get a call early next week :). I also found another job that I want even more that I am applying for. Keep your fingers crossed for me!Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-49595198793751637662010-05-13T10:41:00.003-06:002010-05-13T10:44:44.206-06:00Ever Wonderwhere those random scratches and bruises come from? Maybe it happens while I sleep or at some point during the day which I forget about.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-10520574657916439742010-05-12T13:33:00.003-06:002013-01-15T12:04:11.765-07:00DreamsAfter lunch with co-workers, we had a conversation about the difference between a DUI and a DWI. We concluded that we should all try a different drug or narcotic or beverage and then drive. Then we'd find out if we'd get a DWI or a DUI. Well, I had a dream that I got pulled over for driving under the influence. I guess the cop thought I had been drinking and wanted to get me for a DUI. Still didn't answer the question about what exactly a DWI is...<br />Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-1494622504298025482010-05-12T13:13:00.003-06:002010-05-12T13:31:58.995-06:00SummerOther than the heat, I love summers. Actually, it doesn't even get very hot in Cedar City, so it could be worse. I love that I have so much more freedom to play. I love that I have a few months with no homework. I love that I always meet new friends in the summer. I love that I get to go hiking as much as I want/can. I love that I can go camping. I love that co-workers give me a hard time about my idea of dutch oven potatoes. I love fresh fruit. I love summer holidays. I love that my parents go on trips without me (ha). I love eating outside. I love being outside.<br />With that said, I don't love working full-time. I don't love that allergy season lasts 5 months for me, which means constant itchy eyes, congestion like crazy, and I sneeze more than normal. And sometimes itchy skin and itchy throat.<br />So, though I love summer, I look forward to fall. Fresh vegetables, no more allergies, less time at work, and football.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-10854659777902835122010-04-15T13:37:00.006-06:002010-04-15T14:08:26.134-06:00Facebook and Stuff<ul><li>I ran out of gas for the first time ever. Luckily, my car was at my house and not on the side of the road somewhere.</li><li>So far, I'm 8 pounds lighter. :)</li><li>I vow to never do the following: Call my husband "hubby", talk to babies on the phone (once they can talk back it will be different), and profess my love to my significant other on Facebook.</li><li>When I get tired of water (which is very rare), I love a Propel. Lemon is my favorite but are the hardest to find, so I've found that Kiwi Strawberry is delicious as well.</li><li>Good cole slaw is hard to find. I've decided that homemade is always the best.</li><li>I had a dream the other day that my roommate cleaned the kitchen and I was shocked. Well that same day, she actually did it in real life. The most shocking thing is that it's been clean since that day. WHAT?!?!?!?!</li><li>I love winter, but it's been a super long one this year. Summer cannot come fast enough (more hiking and popsicles).</li><li>It's super annoying when people constantly complain about the weather on Facebook. Mostly because after all these years people have lived in this state they should know that Spring weather is unpredictable and should just get over it.</li><li>I must be easily annoyed by Facebook. Time to stop using it?</li><li>I love tests that take 8 minutes or less. Except when it's in my first class of the day.</li><li>I wish there were as many opportunities for softball as there are volleyball.<br /></li></ul>Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-30237892295588415222010-04-08T18:11:00.003-06:002010-04-08T18:33:04.997-06:00Stuff-I've decided, after being on Facebook for a while now, that the bad spellers jump out at me. It's really not that hard to spell, people! And the improper use of their and there, your and you're, and so on gets very annoying. Oh and DEFINITELY!!! Sound it out if you must.<br />-Dear Mrs. Anonymous, you've known me for a while and are very much aware of my fashion sense, why do you still insist on wearing a BLACK top with BROWN pants. Gross.<br />-Engagement photos: If you insist on kissing in your pictures, please keep those pictures off your announcements. Nobody wants to see you kissing, people want to see your faces. Please don't put them as your profile picture on facebook. Same reason. I want to see your face.<br />-Dear roommate, when you go shopping, please put your groceries away immediately and not four days later (sometimes it takes longer).<br /><br />On a lighter note, it is a beautiful day and hasn't snowed since Monday/Tuesday.<br /><ul><li>I played in a volleyball tournament in Vernal. Super B Chamions! Woot! (there were four divisions for tournament play: A, Super B, B, and C).</li><li>I have started to try harder at eating breakfast. Must start my day off right!</li><li>Day four: No Sweets! I even said no to a lemonade last night.<br /></li><li>I'm going back to the Grand Canyon!</li><li>Three weeks til school is out for the summer :)</li><li>I have some pretty cool friends.</li><li>I get to move to a new apartment in three weeks.</li><li>I still get to live with Aly.<br /></li></ul>Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-58464329338347860482010-03-25T16:58:00.001-06:002010-03-25T16:59:48.916-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHoBjh10dTuHT6gR-yFr7MOTrzu3IZQd4AIhkiZctZH1YKGw58IMvGw7ndVaKiYppCgVRdnHijK9lwzO9BALct1vEqg7OfHBqzG-5hyphenhyphenGftB9426prdOed7xVdZ9FLAnETeNaOg3Am3UCj/s1600/skip-it.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHoBjh10dTuHT6gR-yFr7MOTrzu3IZQd4AIhkiZctZH1YKGw58IMvGw7ndVaKiYppCgVRdnHijK9lwzO9BALct1vEqg7OfHBqzG-5hyphenhyphenGftB9426prdOed7xVdZ9FLAnETeNaOg3Am3UCj/s320/skip-it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452709905718185330" border="0" /></a>Remember Skip-its?Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-63615183350950987862010-03-23T12:39:00.001-06:002010-03-23T12:41:14.110-06:001990s<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBkzQANgW6UFEN7gB0q3dY1AAVN-2ezIrRFahCpr4p7udX2ospByHbD-k6TWEPpHI1szlslyAgpXi3QTms9agpp4f_DwJ31H_X7Cpber896Q9cL9LbApruwoGF5B2JZiuK_31RJwviCmE/s1600-h/022208-1758-pogs1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBkzQANgW6UFEN7gB0q3dY1AAVN-2ezIrRFahCpr4p7udX2ospByHbD-k6TWEPpHI1szlslyAgpXi3QTms9agpp4f_DwJ31H_X7Cpber896Q9cL9LbApruwoGF5B2JZiuK_31RJwviCmE/s320/022208-1758-pogs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451901130210933602" border="0" /></a>Remember Pogs?Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-22938944869245054052010-03-15T21:41:00.003-06:002010-03-15T21:48:52.465-06:00Lonely?It's Spring Break. Night #1 by myself in my apartment. Sometimes I wish I could live by myself so I won't have to worry about roommates and can have a clean kitchen without having to clean up after anyone but me. Though it would be so nice, I think I'd be lonely. Maybe that is because not only are the roommates gone, but so are all of my friends. So maybe I wouldn't be lonely and would actually be able to be by myself when I don't want to talk to people. I guess I won't know for sure unless I try it... *sigh*... Maybe someday.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-30349980611462053922010-03-14T21:54:00.003-06:002010-03-14T22:07:59.938-06:00LatelyLately, I love school. Crazy, I know. I am excited that I finally love what I'm doing and now have so much more motivation to finish! There are some things I just didn't get to do when I was in the classroom listening to lectures all the time. Things like swimming, line dancing, pickle ball, volleyball, ultimate frisbee, football, and the list goes on. It's so much fun!<br />I just wish that I felt the same about work. At least I know that my current job won't be my job for the rest of my life.<br />City league volleyball... New team, new season, new outcomes! We are winning!<br />Latest pet peeves:<br /><ul><li>Public Display of Affection... Yes, again. It is very disturbing when sitting down to eat at a restaurant and a couple in your line of sight is making out for a good 20 minutes. Gross</li><li>People talking during church. I'm easily distracted, so when people all around me are whispering to each other I can't pay attention very well to the lessons.</li><li>When guys I don't want to go out with ask me out and the guys I do want to go out with won't ask me.</li><li>Especially when I don't have time to come up with an excuse to not go with the guy I don't want to go with.</li><li>When the toothpaste is squeezed from the middle instead of the bottom.</li><li>When the toilet paper goes under instead of over like it's supposed to.<br /></li></ul>Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052857821495357628.post-73800198554504787642010-02-04T20:58:00.010-07:002010-02-04T21:30:18.500-07:00Guaymas!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQO84gbfE_UQfK2ILVr7CX8SDTtiUkWOp7EXPwFnieZF5vRXrVhk4NZzR1gRNl7AczoOBbnBp-2vLhD2n9LGyR2ml5KezSGNIgS-zaQxMkr-jZ8UQxcvyNj52TdMCCkEyl72VhdhTslu_N/s1600-h/Mexico+603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQO84gbfE_UQfK2ILVr7CX8SDTtiUkWOp7EXPwFnieZF5vRXrVhk4NZzR1gRNl7AczoOBbnBp-2vLhD2n9LGyR2ml5KezSGNIgS-zaQxMkr-jZ8UQxcvyNj52TdMCCkEyl72VhdhTslu_N/s320/Mexico+603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434608801975593234" border="0" /></a>So this post ended up being longer than I had planned, but I didn't want to leave any pictures out. I did though. The pictures are in order from the end of the trip to the beginning of the trip! So the one above is the day we left Mexico. Sad day. Especially since the air down there was awesome for my hair...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddOaR02ksPcPx9RTsk_J-ijzU7FbbR4IUPNOcwLGkFF82NoMJAq9Y5xPQ_vtZTTTccJu0gFR10uYSFxB5q-EVJV4mPv0DmztZERb3KM4k3uACiNKunP8tN6yjW3R6A7ItUyoD7YJzhCIi/s1600-h/Mexico+600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddOaR02ksPcPx9RTsk_J-ijzU7FbbR4IUPNOcwLGkFF82NoMJAq9Y5xPQ_vtZTTTccJu0gFR10uYSFxB5q-EVJV4mPv0DmztZERb3KM4k3uACiNKunP8tN6yjW3R6A7ItUyoD7YJzhCIi/s320/Mexico+600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434608794980585746" border="0" /></a>This was just a laundry chute at the hotel. Shalie wanted to push me down there. It really was just a big hole.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrAdSB8X2nKZclCqY0lpMIC5SewFe_KSUIie02mXl7hhg12BHI6Fmrp0_ZjcxOHdDyOLnVFi2yiCCqqrkXPQFbWSWSXJt8zzt74KwOZSZVH4eUDQA9HzfnK7smIEWi4gh8EJmCRU1LkL2/s1600-h/Mexico+583.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrAdSB8X2nKZclCqY0lpMIC5SewFe_KSUIie02mXl7hhg12BHI6Fmrp0_ZjcxOHdDyOLnVFi2yiCCqqrkXPQFbWSWSXJt8zzt74KwOZSZVH4eUDQA9HzfnK7smIEWi4gh8EJmCRU1LkL2/s320/Mexico+583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434608277285765538" border="0" /></a>A tender moment with Shalie at the beach. Let's just say it was one of oh so many moments together that week. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6zjPKYLwpo1qM8kSKwVMSzFvkv3J0O4gUhz1KhG_0dykjU54E2c238YzLn40xavW1FUr4Cghtvzs42AyzCkcM7VRJUdPvrpWTPzYuEg9LSxB9IKU3F58dv4nUE6pFeYT5Vcbv-sUezPt/s1600-h/Mexico+565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6zjPKYLwpo1qM8kSKwVMSzFvkv3J0O4gUhz1KhG_0dykjU54E2c238YzLn40xavW1FUr4Cghtvzs42AyzCkcM7VRJUdPvrpWTPzYuEg9LSxB9IKU3F58dv4nUE6pFeYT5Vcbv-sUezPt/s320/Mexico+565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434608274148138322" border="0" /></a>We wrote our names in the sand. How cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0QO-zMNnclwAA-gpUdY90eAyEp4uyqOPCNI2U1ol7L_K39X6dS0UWuW-pbIQw-O33XMOVQYWLinRa_GeOqidtgSuzOKeJBsrlBTdokdy0okaFxdWXijA60NXDHZwtJc37ysT-BJ6aSjm/s1600-h/Mexico+546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0QO-zMNnclwAA-gpUdY90eAyEp4uyqOPCNI2U1ol7L_K39X6dS0UWuW-pbIQw-O33XMOVQYWLinRa_GeOqidtgSuzOKeJBsrlBTdokdy0okaFxdWXijA60NXDHZwtJc37ysT-BJ6aSjm/s320/Mexico+546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434608257517798818" border="0" /></a>I love this picture!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHWGtVerGZ9T7822hRP1V6gsbAp5bXEPZdRtxuArQeEbSrjIQCn6paW7IW1fdPSOGJgNpCUctTB3BxKnaPpkk6_at_1jlk9hcRacCaDtgCAEHSit6MIsRiLSxS_m9zBSPbVP9WX_aSpfk/s1600-h/Mexico+482.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHWGtVerGZ9T7822hRP1V6gsbAp5bXEPZdRtxuArQeEbSrjIQCn6paW7IW1fdPSOGJgNpCUctTB3BxKnaPpkk6_at_1jlk9hcRacCaDtgCAEHSit6MIsRiLSxS_m9zBSPbVP9WX_aSpfk/s320/Mexico+482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434608245373472866" border="0" /></a>The convenience store OXXO. Yes, I have a bottle of gatorade between my legs. Don't ask.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaPOsWsyO6kf0wQYFIRrncOalIBnP-Maa2JonMUH9cT1ykNkGRiFSkhfRWA0iSbl7AEfWoUhJQJlEPtBCPtRDen_QC_wGI8Rlyxxd8xNoPEGOGP9GssFTHY2OD7IddfSOTY7HGwpik3-0/s1600-h/Mexico+452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaPOsWsyO6kf0wQYFIRrncOalIBnP-Maa2JonMUH9cT1ykNkGRiFSkhfRWA0iSbl7AEfWoUhJQJlEPtBCPtRDen_QC_wGI8Rlyxxd8xNoPEGOGP9GssFTHY2OD7IddfSOTY7HGwpik3-0/s320/Mexico+452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434608239934788082" border="0" /></a>Fiesta! At the Elementary School. So fun and good food!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_t3r-jn8ivF-zY21ZuHHjiwluS-MzDMjasJIZNVuJxS7DRidm-TFY9yQjnWKRBAQjjtKek4vT4guMDQo05Z-Wsb-TQTknXjHmgivYjTIpiFD8kdKnZzc_Ek9qkeQwiw5rNrwQLBpckVWI/s1600-h/Mexico+446.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_t3r-jn8ivF-zY21ZuHHjiwluS-MzDMjasJIZNVuJxS7DRidm-TFY9yQjnWKRBAQjjtKek4vT4guMDQo05Z-Wsb-TQTknXjHmgivYjTIpiFD8kdKnZzc_Ek9qkeQwiw5rNrwQLBpckVWI/s320/Mexico+446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434606977844782738" border="0" /></a>Cute little dancers and Shalie! The girl on the right was the best booty shaker I've ever seen. The little girl on the left was pretty good too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVC5DT5cqQGOVxQWFSTd0_yNk8cWLdo4zpxGxziyC8hB6-qNMDn5Yqhk9ZfhDxrvMrSg9zKrDjLdRwdfL5pqxDTx40ZO4bD0_vS4t15a8Tt7QgArVckfuXkyagi-gT08e0Et47g9inWxr5/s1600-h/Mexico+449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVC5DT5cqQGOVxQWFSTd0_yNk8cWLdo4zpxGxziyC8hB6-qNMDn5Yqhk9ZfhDxrvMrSg9zKrDjLdRwdfL5pqxDTx40ZO4bD0_vS4t15a8Tt7QgArVckfuXkyagi-gT08e0Et47g9inWxr5/s320/Mexico+449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434606966634954514" border="0" /></a>My little friend. She was so cute. I didn't know what she said to me most of the time, but that's okay.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ5ukguodMVFPi6cEfGMtUGzA7O8SahiXRyFhu3hMBF2QBdAPj5mz4f46Tc2-m1cLrsqa7nd5Om6GbsdD_03hiGEzy06M3PY1q-40yGh3jr3kVo5ttIDiGcbf-JNhKRidSxRDbJYVBVBG/s1600-h/Mexico+434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ5ukguodMVFPi6cEfGMtUGzA7O8SahiXRyFhu3hMBF2QBdAPj5mz4f46Tc2-m1cLrsqa7nd5Om6GbsdD_03hiGEzy06M3PY1q-40yGh3jr3kVo5ttIDiGcbf-JNhKRidSxRDbJYVBVBG/s320/Mexico+434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434606524413631442" border="0" /></a>This picture just captured so much of Mexico. It's amazing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZshQHIQIZANhyphenhyphenA6_4CGnWBZVGw9aGehGsvBNVgM33q-vwyNesi6TC8yXQOPja-_7EAEFK1JAaUU59Yu3Venli8nRWPUllVkl5eGyRXaLs1azVqdGMzyNqB9-KRMSbd3ZcjFyGjZuw0xW/s1600-h/Mexico+415.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZshQHIQIZANhyphenhyphenA6_4CGnWBZVGw9aGehGsvBNVgM33q-vwyNesi6TC8yXQOPja-_7EAEFK1JAaUU59Yu3Venli8nRWPUllVkl5eGyRXaLs1azVqdGMzyNqB9-KRMSbd3ZcjFyGjZuw0xW/s320/Mexico+415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434606029705605794" border="0" /></a>Proof of the hot dog pizza.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9zUHFf1G2ZQmK-kRTfrK7FdqECcYLphRhRuAPFBJIFaLol-8iSU4ck2MzQXe_6I0-QVPejzuJYMURvIQY62Qeid3JNGIJTcA5ib8pNJE4gY74FK7GwmPYt3-qZ3AGWuvp1kc-6gsTKu0/s1600-h/Mexico+389.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9zUHFf1G2ZQmK-kRTfrK7FdqECcYLphRhRuAPFBJIFaLol-8iSU4ck2MzQXe_6I0-QVPejzuJYMURvIQY62Qeid3JNGIJTcA5ib8pNJE4gY74FK7GwmPYt3-qZ3AGWuvp1kc-6gsTKu0/s320/Mexico+389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434605630001645762" border="0" /></a>This was one of the many many great meals we had. This night we ate at 1000 Tortas. I ordered my oh so delicious enchiladas de pollo all by my self! I was so excited.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikujbtZFLIAkNdfExSIkRReQTOaGQHUNg-2kLpRDVQ-us8vtGijSL8p6ArPFpJDD99QOkuIzgBnBpkaMUsAoAKASbUw-c5nA9j8IhlhIpMqZXXwLVCpnOryYMT5NNyCYNZJBt_8plRFe6E/s1600-h/Mexico+355.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikujbtZFLIAkNdfExSIkRReQTOaGQHUNg-2kLpRDVQ-us8vtGijSL8p6ArPFpJDD99QOkuIzgBnBpkaMUsAoAKASbUw-c5nA9j8IhlhIpMqZXXwLVCpnOryYMT5NNyCYNZJBt_8plRFe6E/s320/Mexico+355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434605285598492770" border="0" /></a>Hard at work or hardly working. Eh either way, we got so much done at the orphanage!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWIlTwVAS2NASvdG_EAECnAv4iDZevXJHfg9MPSEkiD8FlihKxOKsgFmqt7VZSKajCqMkm-wnsc3kbPlrpV6kz9ymZXgIbyPtliFQLQk7ZbuK2-YPaPqydxb0qBTU_60loWhcmnzEOaLo/s1600-h/Mexico+334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWIlTwVAS2NASvdG_EAECnAv4iDZevXJHfg9MPSEkiD8FlihKxOKsgFmqt7VZSKajCqMkm-wnsc3kbPlrpV6kz9ymZXgIbyPtliFQLQk7ZbuK2-YPaPqydxb0qBTU_60loWhcmnzEOaLo/s320/Mexico+334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434604977757224258" border="0" /></a>The first night of good food! This was at Papas Locas. Well that's not really what the place was called, but we all got papas locas to eat. MMMM crazy potatoes!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinD1XClzVBLPxhkFi16pSn5MKUTXQr91HrXW7TogcNQHJMPFnWsN_vtp76GBJVASyOMBCzFOMqOf1YfA4sEY2bWZRDu1-qZx1sW5lWYmedWNQxdotb_iM1Rq7Mvg5qgftm9ScBj5tr99MA/s1600-h/Mexico+318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinD1XClzVBLPxhkFi16pSn5MKUTXQr91HrXW7TogcNQHJMPFnWsN_vtp76GBJVASyOMBCzFOMqOf1YfA4sEY2bWZRDu1-qZx1sW5lWYmedWNQxdotb_iM1Rq7Mvg5qgftm9ScBj5tr99MA/s320/Mexico+318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434604512679194178" border="0" /></a>This was the first day in Mexico. At the beach. Shalie thought it would be cute if we ran into the ocean holding hands. So tender.Nillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976994964452355128noreply@blogger.com1