tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221574842507897712024-03-05T12:10:04.970-08:00Kandy LandKandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-50154730526523654952010-05-26T08:57:00.001-07:002010-05-26T09:24:42.283-07:00Artsy FartsySO...When I first moved into our new house I was a pretty excited to have a place that I could paint! I had been living in the white washed rental land for so long that I could hardly wait to get color on my walls! Well...my excitement sent me a bit over the top I think and I went BOLD. I painted my Master Bedroom this DEEP DARK Chocolate Brown. ...Not even just an accent wall. I painted the WHOLE thing brown. ...I know...now I ask myself what I was thinking. I mean I love the color but...it's a little too much of a good thing, and it's REALLY dark. Well...I asked my husband one night "On a scale from 1-10 how annoyed would you be if I re-painted our room?" In a very calm, but clear "end of disscussion" tone, he immediately replied "10."<br /><br />Well...I had to do SOMETHING about my faux pas! I HAD to break up the dark, bat cave look, so...I've been doing some blog stalking lately and I came across this SUPER great idea. <a href="http://www.allthingsthrifty.com/2010/01/tutorial-decorative-wall-art.html">http://www.allthingsthrifty.com/2010/01/tutorial-decorative-wall-art.html</a> Can you say "PERFECT"? All props go to All Things Thrifty, on the "how to" tutorital but...here's my twist on it.<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475613351482655010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0hfSn1mcq_KXniRO_wFsWXK4YwxGyfTzBygr0JkN0qFDq89Kt1DgpqtZUz_92HbVnHb_B0d_r5G3REU78G6OeK0W1VnD1swZLtyV3oTzqRUagZwNO2bwI9ot0YJTkifQb5-GTt2M7OF-/s400/IMG_1976.jpg" />Told ya it was dark. But what do you think??? Doesn't it help?!? I LOVE IT! I didn't put anything behind it like they do in the tutorial, I just put it directly on the chocolate brown wall. And it turned out great!</p><p>Go to my other blog <a href="http://www.chandacehatch.blogspot.com/">http://www.chandacehatch.blogspot.com/</a> to check out our sweet head board my brother just made for us! He's amazingly talented!<br /></p>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-81570039492517957752010-05-20T12:54:00.000-07:002010-05-20T12:58:08.632-07:00HAWAII!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0Rgq1BmD0NA1bDJ8bohjEVn7pEhiSPCteJBhgbDBqoQGXQ_R7QmOWmMeqzI3jNnVOP2GInlLihve17l2U-hYPRL5tr1HfQIcjFRTk5M2hwQzY_8ii4SIqdvZwgvjqNu8V-nTlvwNDTFm/s1600/IMG_1819.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473443931653218914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0Rgq1BmD0NA1bDJ8bohjEVn7pEhiSPCteJBhgbDBqoQGXQ_R7QmOWmMeqzI3jNnVOP2GInlLihve17l2U-hYPRL5tr1HfQIcjFRTk5M2hwQzY_8ii4SIqdvZwgvjqNu8V-nTlvwNDTFm/s400/IMG_1819.jpg" /></a><br /><div>We finally made it on our Honeymoon! If you guys want the details hit up our other blog <a href="http://www.chandacehatch.blogspot.com/">http://www.chandacehatch.blogspot.com/</a></div>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-8206355366691110102010-04-23T14:07:00.000-07:002010-04-23T14:07:52.383-07:00Empowered<p><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lIOzCkxKjV8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIOzCkxKjV8&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIOzCkxKjV8&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p>I coupon. I'm a couponer. Every sunday I have 4 sunday papers delivered to my front door. Am I really that obsessive about the going ons around me? No. All I'm interested in are the ads found in the middle. </p><p>My sister-in-law got me into it. I had heard about it before and, I'm not going to lie, clipping coupons didn't sound like my idea of a good time, but Brittney kept coming home with all these AMAZING shopping trips where she saved these enormous sums of money, got things free or was even PAID to go shopping! Plus her food storage was actually becoming something noteworthy, unlike mine which was doing well if I had a couple of extra cans of chilli and/or tuna fish "filling" up the shelf. I've always wanted to be one of those women who always had everything basically on hand. I was a boyscout for 4 years and the whole "Always be Prepared" thing was engrained into my soul. So...despite my leeriness of clipping coupons for the rest of my life...I turned to Brittney and said "Okay, I give. Teach me how, Yoda." </p><p>She made it super simple, and then Brittney, being the craftyminded woman she is, decided to really convert me and show me how it's done. After lesson one, she took me shopping, I ended up spending $37 and saving $42. More than 50% of my bill and getting twice the amount of groceries than I normally would have??? Okay. SOLD.</p><p>There's something empowering about going to a store, and feeling like your working the system. Something rewarding about watching your total diminish right in front of your eyes as they scan in the coupons and add the discounts. </p><p>I had a very empowering moment yesterday at Kohl's. And I feel like one of these commercials. I can do anything now. My total bill was $87.34 and at the bottom of my reciept, circled in a beautiful shade of red was my savings: $208.47. </p><p>I got 5 shirts, one pair of capris, a dress, leggins, earrings, sunglasses, and a pair of shoes. AND my husband wasn't even mad. In fact, he was impressed, and we went back to buy him some things too. and ended up saving another $82.00 and spending $50. </p><p>Here's to couponing. </p>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-37452804542048804372010-01-07T08:15:00.000-08:002010-01-07T09:08:00.064-08:00Jillian<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAvQz4StRZMD4Kf0Xt2zfqCP8bMXqoU3rZMnv0IQ2QTts5hP4y-wGypUKSGtD5OkexCE_vpMs_Fvtk20WlTjJqObGjKRGK9j6knJ2CoZQ7KVEbmTe0xyFf1Bb7nIBIpZDziJr-MgjaqKC/s1600-h/Bully.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424035081052255282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAvQz4StRZMD4Kf0Xt2zfqCP8bMXqoU3rZMnv0IQ2QTts5hP4y-wGypUKSGtD5OkexCE_vpMs_Fvtk20WlTjJqObGjKRGK9j6knJ2CoZQ7KVEbmTe0xyFf1Bb7nIBIpZDziJr-MgjaqKC/s400/Bully.jpg" /></a></div><div>I'd like to introduce you to my personal trainer. Jillian. That's right, every morning at 6:00 a.m. she comes directly to my living room via my husbands "42 inches of pure bliss" to whip my sorry *ahem* into shape.<br /></div><div>Now...I've worked with Jillian before. I become very much acquainted with her last summer as she kicked my butt through a 30 Day Shred. However, I've been on a fairly lengthy hiatus for a few months since I've been slightly consumed with other trivial things like...Christmas and getting married...stuff like that.<br /></div><div>Not going to lie...Jillian was less than happy with me for choosing to ditch out on her for so long. And she let me know it. First day back...she made me cry. And the pain lasted a couple of days. But I'm getting back into the swing of it.<br /></div><div>I started out...once again...with the 30 Day Shred<img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424038377590833010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJR16_APp4SiR5eu2YjIfOlZGkO4N37vIWZ1thSvpc-Db581UTDCBSD5Fq4d-M9a6GksCKb36QYGaMFK5MnfD3J8xnn_ux0EIfvqI2s7ytDb_V9n8LcA0c22dHNLn8EIRyI15pbl3IsbC7/s200/30+Day+Shred.jpg" />. It's only a 20 minute workout. I figured...I can do it. But...the woman is GOOD at what she does. On this DVD there are 3 different levels. Level 1, 2, and -yup you guessed it- 3. Each level has 3 segments with 3 minutes of strength training, 2 minutes of cardio, and 1 minute of abs. 20 minute workout. And let me just tell you...it works. And it works well. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>My first go around with the 30 Day Shred...Level 1 made me cry...but after about a week and 1/2 I got the hang of it. So I decided..."Sure...I can do level 2." Level 2...level 2 made me almost throw up. Who would have thought it would have been SO much harder?!?! My husband used to tease me about how much I hurt after I worked out for 20 minutes with sissy 3-5lb weights. But one day...when he needed a break from studying and it was too cold to go running...he plugged in Jillian with the notion that he MIGHT get his heart rate up a bit. Feeling a little cocky he opted to do Level 2 and skip Level 1. Yeah. He couldn't even FINISH level 2. He doesn't mock me any more. </div><div> </div><div>Level 2 is rough...so rough in fact that by the time I was supposed to advance to level 3...I was terrified to do it. Once I finally got the guts...to give it a try...I realized...I had every right to be afraid of it. But I did it. And I will tell you what...it made me feel like an absolute POWER HOUSE when I finished. Seriously...if you're diligent...and you meet with Jillian every day...she will make you TOTALLY Shredded.<br /></div><div>But...I started to get a little bored with the same old workout, albeit effective...I needed something different. SO...I went and got DVD #2. Banish Fat Boost Metabolism. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QsC-89qRFhBN5oL1Uyv9MkPy7Lwb2vNn8S4Ly7vOHGMXVVXQQt-bn0xMm70cDHx-7jKxZkXMJHz8j1Rlm2SV9HynuwTE8_izbwkvGX_1YGsBQB_jZbI4X65koek0gIvqE0knUD5J1yoz/s1600-h/Fat+Boost.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424040389584929714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QsC-89qRFhBN5oL1Uyv9MkPy7Lwb2vNn8S4Ly7vOHGMXVVXQQt-bn0xMm70cDHx-7jKxZkXMJHz8j1Rlm2SV9HynuwTE8_izbwkvGX_1YGsBQB_jZbI4X65koek0gIvqE0knUD5J1yoz/s200/Fat+Boost.jpg" /></a> I've only done it twice...and I've yet to actually DO the ENTIRE workout...I've about made it to 90%. The women practically maimed me in a 20 minute segment before...This one...this one is 40 min. She pushes you to inches of wanting to take your own life just to make it stop. I LOVE IT! That sounds a little masochistic, I know, but I feel like I actually got something out of my workout! I hate it when I work out for an hour and...feel like I have NOTHING to show for it. I LOVE feeling like I'm being pushed. I love feeling the burn. I love walking away from it...barely being able to walk! Because I feel like I actually GOT SOMETHING OUT OF MY EFFORTS!</div><br /><br />I cancelled my gym membership...which was collecting dust anyway. I am saving myself $60/mon. AND for a mere $10/ea. I went to Target/Walmart and bought myself a personal trainer who brings results! She's one of the meanest, scariest, and most motivational trainers out there...and I'm hoping she will scare me right into a size 8!<br /><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-75626937340077908452010-01-06T09:30:00.000-08:002010-01-06T09:35:30.269-08:00New Year...New LeafSo...I was reading a friend of mines blog, a very TALENTED friend of mine, and she wrote this piece which...really made me think. I LOVED it...and I just HAD to share it. SO...Lindsey Maughan, I hope you don't mind...but you so eloquently brought to light something that has been on my mind for weeks. <br /><br /><a href="http://abridgetobrooklyn.com/">http://abridgetobrooklyn.com/</a> "You are X here."Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-81781726382916316682009-12-08T13:40:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:44:28.260-08:00CHANDACE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSu4ymkoZouIqgpZ3L-zD9GlsaPhIJSDXj2UJXG-2sYf1EoAinNuxGQfVYLCBxRHBj_Qu0fyWvzZTJ9xRT2lhZXHUdZyK2MyZyl7bUKO9tJeoSkzLaBmNpDNqVcbSYy6Q2sWvkZQykSA2R/s1600-h/Fish.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412984434707124834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSu4ymkoZouIqgpZ3L-zD9GlsaPhIJSDXj2UJXG-2sYf1EoAinNuxGQfVYLCBxRHBj_Qu0fyWvzZTJ9xRT2lhZXHUdZyK2MyZyl7bUKO9tJeoSkzLaBmNpDNqVcbSYy6Q2sWvkZQykSA2R/s320/Fish.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Hey Everyone! We've got a new blog! Well...we may just keep this one...I may turn it into my DIY page for decorating my house and such...BUT for all updates on me and my bunny...go to <a href="http://chandacehatch.blogspot.com/">http://chandacehatch.blogspot.com/</a> Lots of love! MWAH</div>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-60077323433402711222009-11-05T10:38:00.000-08:002009-11-05T10:57:23.975-08:00Wedding Gala<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT1XmCRmnh9yYXEKyfJMr346Xn3sFem8LmbzOnxbPGY7kS9J9TO3s7vZosBR-dLgrI149IYnhNDekQoswWPyMxrfM8crbuDHXYJ3nhKJdE4__SSCdGL6DVxI9LeIjnagIQ6I5QzfinjuX/s1600-h/Front.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400695500139669874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT1XmCRmnh9yYXEKyfJMr346Xn3sFem8LmbzOnxbPGY7kS9J9TO3s7vZosBR-dLgrI149IYnhNDekQoswWPyMxrfM8crbuDHXYJ3nhKJdE4__SSCdGL6DVxI9LeIjnagIQ6I5QzfinjuX/s400/Front.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuBU_TeJ4gpKepUaGQ5mZHaaS7pcDl4a0dmrtMpoQHVsSNzZM5M6N6OCZLNOD7Oj7bgDoVAVBy4863Kjm8WbluSbaSYfM6gNzlpryHqUAs34H6RWWgZypx7qyGQBLWqGtPC_PLE3nrKJM/s1600-h/Inner.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400695378695265634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuBU_TeJ4gpKepUaGQ5mZHaaS7pcDl4a0dmrtMpoQHVsSNzZM5M6N6OCZLNOD7Oj7bgDoVAVBy4863Kjm8WbluSbaSYfM6gNzlpryHqUAs34H6RWWgZypx7qyGQBLWqGtPC_PLE3nrKJM/s400/Inner.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-ZB574QodUIzevfQ8ZDVUennPqQFIU9eiom08pQ7OldBxIEsMfu8D3PBNgPUSBqpHwc5V5z5FANeFW9qSDIeUSpVlOzaRJ7yuQj45W65L9oWiTRJ72xh1p6aUdYqVNHqgOm-p3pZGPIK/s1600-h/Outer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400695229522709042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-ZB574QodUIzevfQ8ZDVUennPqQFIU9eiom08pQ7OldBxIEsMfu8D3PBNgPUSBqpHwc5V5z5FANeFW9qSDIeUSpVlOzaRJ7yuQj45W65L9oWiTRJ72xh1p6aUdYqVNHqgOm-p3pZGPIK/s400/Outer.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Just in case we miss anyone, I wanted to make sure you knew that you were invited. We've had some troubles with the people who are printing our invites, which is why you haven't seen them yet, but you will. But I wanted to give you all a heads up to a time and place so you can mark it on your calendars and hopefully come and celebrate with us! It's going to be quite the party and it'd be that much better if you were there! Here is an electronic version of our invite! My amazing friend Lou designed them for us! 2 more weeks!!! We're so excited!</div></div></div>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-3936577676713136402009-10-21T15:24:00.000-07:002009-10-21T16:05:33.499-07:00One Month to Go!So life is getting pretty crazy! I mean...you always hear the rumors of how busy people get once they get engaged...but I've come to realize that you never really fully understand until you're there yourself. And then...it's like...cats and dogs living together...mass hysteria.<br />Back in September I put an offer down on a house, that I was going to buy. It was panning out pretty well...and then...last minute...it all fell through. Unfortunately...it fell through AFTER I gave my 30 day notice at my other apartment and so I've been homeless for the past couple of weeks.<br /><br />Being homeless is quite the adventure. My car has been transformed into my closet and everything else I own is currently filling up my future in-laws garage to full capacity. I've been staying here and there trying to not bother anyone too bad. But it's getting pretty old living out of a box/bag/car/garage. ALTHOUGH...I have to say...this is the second time around that I've done this...not for this long...but I've been in this position before. Last time I was freakin' out...this time...I'm fine. I feel like it's all going to pan out the way it's supposed to and I'll be fine. I'm homeless...big deal. Homeless happens. I've got great things ahead of me.<br />One of the greatest of all...I get to marry one of THE most amazing people on this planet! Woot Woot! Chad is my rock. He's amazing! And just when I think he's topped out...he turns around and does something even MORE amazing. I love it! The day before I moved out, it was a friday, and Chad only works 4 days a week, so he has fridays off. Well he got a key to my old apartment without telling me and while I was at work he went in and packed up my entire kitched, cleaned out all the cupboards, cleaned the stove, cleaned the oven, cleaned all of my bathrooms, AND did my laundry! Now ladies...I ask you...how many girls can say they've found a catch like that! SERIOUSLY! It's like I've struck Gold, and trust me...I'm well aware of my fortune. WOW I love him!<br />We went and got our engagement pictures the other day. Wanted to share some of them with you. Enjoy!<br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJE4C411DX1CAlD1xxBM7T2HMpJSrblhk8Atkjt6DOzEa1LeF_uQvESIlWW7lq9Zb2THhZ9NBhF9pUZYdubsQRhZ8xGG15ZC4S7Ix-AUJcKjzfGJxFBLG3rkMXlUFinj_5b_L1UUgIDA_/s1600-h/266.jpg"></a></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4io-IZsnqShSUDKCHAmOwNIimqzZVDGpnLyjdN8X_Gf8AZbks5YwtlAMYBVCWeqsDUbk0cU1E0zs7mswtkM6KrnKGoNSHGX_EqEkmyhIK-TDwFh26TtXHe3rBlpmEopfY7Anjn6BddJ7i/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395192762559266642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4io-IZsnqShSUDKCHAmOwNIimqzZVDGpnLyjdN8X_Gf8AZbks5YwtlAMYBVCWeqsDUbk0cU1E0zs7mswtkM6KrnKGoNSHGX_EqEkmyhIK-TDwFh26TtXHe3rBlpmEopfY7Anjn6BddJ7i/s320/5.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulfA8mJDLyeKZM5kWijIE2F1hH9jagCy3VSYYK-28k7kq4IPrjCREdrYAFVL2cQTrFc6_mW_hD1bRp-DMvHvBs7OcrBbzJQW9L_GLXRYY3k3vu0nNGsJEFGoX0GI412f5_jgVc3XA25gj/s1600-h/251.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395192008608853682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulfA8mJDLyeKZM5kWijIE2F1hH9jagCy3VSYYK-28k7kq4IPrjCREdrYAFVL2cQTrFc6_mW_hD1bRp-DMvHvBs7OcrBbzJQW9L_GLXRYY3k3vu0nNGsJEFGoX0GI412f5_jgVc3XA25gj/s320/251.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEDBfN5ggIMF7zTuAAjWAO4uWbgPsW_KoofzJnknGF1pw1D45zX1faIZNLnnLFGEQasY5kh2jq6J3mSnoKLNeS3M3hnwsbBAYxgmCFUz9ug9wxf4wIm6GW6jMleprRGaIeHf-yE_VLpj8/s1600-h/276.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395190934798943186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEDBfN5ggIMF7zTuAAjWAO4uWbgPsW_KoofzJnknGF1pw1D45zX1faIZNLnnLFGEQasY5kh2jq6J3mSnoKLNeS3M3hnwsbBAYxgmCFUz9ug9wxf4wIm6GW6jMleprRGaIeHf-yE_VLpj8/s320/276.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HAg2IMmYsBwcsHzkkWTL06km0jV10ZtZn1hVifklAlBbcDGYP6Llihprr3DXhOg6sAR2uHWGgdKy69NbBwR9wDWIyB6PVHSMf7PnlBAq023lqCw-Bf1p65MBPu9a9EZotQxvzA1uK9N7/s1600-h/257.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395190681910278610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HAg2IMmYsBwcsHzkkWTL06km0jV10ZtZn1hVifklAlBbcDGYP6Llihprr3DXhOg6sAR2uHWGgdKy69NbBwR9wDWIyB6PVHSMf7PnlBAq023lqCw-Bf1p65MBPu9a9EZotQxvzA1uK9N7/s320/257.jpg" /></a><br /></div></div></div>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-56506337000121142392009-09-25T11:33:00.000-07:002009-09-25T13:34:45.284-07:00Anxiously ENGAGED<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480427149264834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeDxDrThmNAYiVJos-_fjGu4fOzyUi1UeiVf9CM-xWBL0hE4IPIPCKjlx2SMI7spExZ-uYuq2bTeVoL8JW-4Wv2u1eEyQcVCL-QG5nhs1_heiJtKZjidvYct4WnoQJrb9XwvFvkN_eKmk/s320/IMG_1153.jpg" /><br /><div><p><span style="color:#660000;">I'm ENGAGED! I was trying to come up with some witty and fun way of announcing it...but...I'm too excited to be creative! Last night I was expecting just another night out with my boy, he had had a long day and had asked we go out for a detox when he got done with his study group. He came, he picked me up and took me to Dairy Queen and bought me a Strawberry Cheesecake Blizzard, and then drove me up to our "seceret spot". You see, when we were first dating we would go out on "Detox Sessions". Where we would just vent and re-group and relax and just escape all the crap that was going on in our lives. It's just what we do. So I wasn't thinking ANYTHING of it when he drove me up there. We were having a nice little conversation about this, that and the other- Nothing really life altering- and then we started talking about our first detox session and how everything just snow balled from there. We were sitting in his car, reminicing about how great it's been getting to know one another and all the drama that encircled our courtship and then he turned to me and said "You are my favorite person ever, and I love you more than anything, and I want you to have this." He handed me the box and then said "And I want you to marry me." :D<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;">I was completely caught off gaurd! I had NO clue! The man is AMAZING with surprises, and this one took the cake. He had a dozen roses for me and everything and it was...perfect. He's perfect. For me he is. Even with all his imperfections...which only make him more loveable. He's amazing to me! I've never in my life felt more loved and adorned and completely blessed.<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;">He picked out the ring himself and he did a GOOD job! </span></p><span style="color:#660000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480106503955394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6KquZAOd5WDPAD8rlC1EJMw0koP3yyfVBAKlL_lcM7tFBHTrPo00tC2VB5UZP10psZjPqciW384XY6k_5B8umjYXnqPT_gLzhK_rO-qEh87uFrsr_zcuXtw3Fc1akj-RiNWJ6IWhMvUUn/s320/IMG_1166.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#660000;">I'm Getting MARRIED to the most incredible man I've ever met!!!! November 19th in the Bountiful Temple! And I couldn't be more excited about it! I choose my love and I love my choice! </span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385481108739675762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6mSblHMzhlxFmjVcDzNy4XmZnpB39LQFWIAnarGTUgaawPnbG5kYYBR60QQIxmmS93Y8AQ4FihQmkeuOH4VAWf9m1sNI0vCsz0r4yN__adReoolHhpPn5HB08OPPyOZrODf-GcvvWNp3/s320/6053_271798860296_625900296_8524469_1232690_n.jpg" /></span></p></div></div>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-54687723275506942402009-08-03T09:31:00.000-07:002009-08-13T11:54:33.511-07:00Never Would Have Guessed<div align="right"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">Remember when you were little, and you would think to yourself "One day, when I'm all growed up, I'm going to meet the man of my dreams and fall in love." Yeah...I'm no more growed up now than I was then. I've been thinking that way for the past 26 years. And now...a few weeks shy of my 27th birthday...I'm beginning to change gears from the "some day" kind of thinking to the "here and now" mind set. "Today, regardless of my maturity level, I met someone amazing...and I'm in love."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">My last blog "So there's this boy" stated that the story was still pending, well that story has long since ended...rather anti-climatically- might I add- and most suredly not how I had hoped it would at the time. Providentially for me, however, God had a FAR better story waiting for me, and I couldn't be more grateful for His hand in my life. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">About 3 months ago I met Chad at church. He had just been called as a Sunday School Teacher to teach on the off weeks that I wasn't teaching. (Yes...we are both the Gosple Doctrine Teachers in our singles ward.) I met him and the guy sitting next to him at the same time, and due to a series of...events...the other guy actually ended up asking me out first and I dated him for a bit. Again...God had a different plan for me and for whatever reason things just didn't pan out between me and the other guy. Shortly after things fell through with the first guy, Chad and I started hanging out a little more one on one and quilckly came to find that there was something between us that was worth looking into. Turns out...we were right. :)<br /></span></div><div align="right"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BW_jiArzSCov1IxQhUyLH0TpzQGcxDUtj0LxZpdjV-iI4GNjcBPhvJ8xxvXAT0uQrBFI0xZVNFDxUNlxYgUL3dZVF0Yi8IG3tbyG5dvy5LT69GzeefxoGuoiQQIVJgmR0YhEZvyKhgoY/s1600-h/IMG_0165.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365800780795550754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BW_jiArzSCov1IxQhUyLH0TpzQGcxDUtj0LxZpdjV-iI4GNjcBPhvJ8xxvXAT0uQrBFI0xZVNFDxUNlxYgUL3dZVF0Yi8IG3tbyG5dvy5LT69GzeefxoGuoiQQIVJgmR0YhEZvyKhgoY/s200/IMG_0165.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> Tremonton Rodeo<br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365796282147606434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkKn2GsIs0clxvx_M25c3Ietldt4WZHtas7w-eQbwmTn6DQSQiqAvuPkLAEqSouavUt27pIbKNZeDNt55XSfLa66mlUwtFD3CsrhzCZRiK2qkyKf1X_4Mkg3HZQNF5FBmRA6H1thODPHh/s200/IMG_0070.jpg" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="color:#330033;">Camping @ Bear Lake<br /><br /><br /></span></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMetKoQecVUiOSjgmjuqvVKC6oy2LEP7eIWEJDpXIFXpE7Z2MrtHc9vj-YbssXdnHRpPCl_p16IRhFDrERbUKTjYkN-vkt4ESRaYsw90SmXUyGroNxstZS5gcbg3-aCHbpdc6Me4hBcxn/s1600-h/IMG_0317.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802065103568002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMetKoQecVUiOSjgmjuqvVKC6oy2LEP7eIWEJDpXIFXpE7Z2MrtHc9vj-YbssXdnHRpPCl_p16IRhFDrERbUKTjYkN-vkt4ESRaYsw90SmXUyGroNxstZS5gcbg3-aCHbpdc6Me4hBcxn/s200/IMG_0317.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="color:#330033;">Getting ready to ride the Desperado at Buffalo Bills Casion in Primm Nevada<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365797335191231970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7MBN4rUpRUqecOgd0qK50w65mP6n0FgERHJcOTvKOQ7F6m3ggZlcm6HP8XIjxtgP0cKoha2aat_b1DWcp5d6an03wrAKLoQK5sBttWj82oCrlAr4oXSZmgpKwxipHbDMuhQ9BuOF6F4_L/s200/IMG_0185.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="color:#330033;">Chillin' in Vegas in front of the Bellagio! </span></p><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365799044865674514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZuqEhXVPRxoqvlJ3gRBOc_5BF3k1mZLiuzBjZOfJr81mP0DLLPTXVmBKByShRRFg3GwHMl19oBAmWKWEbtQLnAZJwrwVO06JzHa6UiwkcAkpOTUwEkOjzJM6c9K0nKHB8Rb-nM8hAl4M/s200/6292_1186909746792_1049743868_579294_1630387_n.jpg" /> </span><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Hdg4SXgBVADnLxsFL2mK1_6NsOQ3VQJQC0ZgoBZ_HBh7G1RIplMPoNrUql7QbUUeqSnosACKN2WtevMAmHwugGjE-GtD3-Nd0jGScmLMoP8gO-LGyRG9J6XX1HLoTGvxu8BtJM5eIf0p/s1600-h/IMG_0293.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365805334833033746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Hdg4SXgBVADnLxsFL2mK1_6NsOQ3VQJQC0ZgoBZ_HBh7G1RIplMPoNrUql7QbUUeqSnosACKN2WtevMAmHwugGjE-GtD3-Nd0jGScmLMoP8gO-LGyRG9J6XX1HLoTGvxu8BtJM5eIf0p/s200/IMG_0293.jpg" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xN39LPaTBcxWEOvXpzjrbxfLs4jjlxSzmXUc2OuoIm9u-AI8TR2q_9Kch81nqVkrX8ZssdcJeIWLj9CJST_dTJVX337w7Yk7gFps5GJLcv9OYv8Zy6Yz_pfNfQ6P7zO9EeBMobxtjep7/s1600-h/Tongue.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803254114106578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xN39LPaTBcxWEOvXpzjrbxfLs4jjlxSzmXUc2OuoIm9u-AI8TR2q_9Kch81nqVkrX8ZssdcJeIWLj9CJST_dTJVX337w7Yk7gFps5GJLcv9OYv8Zy6Yz_pfNfQ6P7zO9EeBMobxtjep7/s200/Tongue.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;">San Diego Temple<br /></span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#330033;">Playing on the boat! </span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">The whole gang in Mexico!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365806104070158834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZHtdzQMpWVsSiw3bwhnLYShJQR11bq8Ril-0WiY6vN6NQbWOQrypPvAZnlJHsfl8fp9EJz0R12TzIvbRKVZ3fdoptRq7o3hC8pHqK5xwQySCaLGVtPEt3kz1kug1AhVwQlVWIJivXjra/s200/Cute.jpg" />Formal Night on the Cruise!<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">We've been having a really great time getting to know one another. We've been to bear lake, and we just barely got back from a cruise to Mexico with a bunch of our friends, which was AMAZING! And we are currently planning trips to Boston to go to Trina's wedding and another friend trip to Disneyland! We both love to travel and we are having a blast doing it!<br /></span></p><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">And may I just say, that if you have yet to go on a cruise...start finding a way to make it happen. That was one of the FUNNEST trips I have ever been on! ...Yes...you gain about 5lbs every 2 days...but...it's totally worth it. :)<br /></span></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I never would have guessed that my life would pan out this way. But I am INCREDIBLY grateful that it did. </span>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-16249853933626836482009-05-07T10:26:00.000-07:002009-08-13T11:55:22.057-07:00"So...there's this boy..."<span style="color:#330033;">Ten years. ...Ten years of dating. Ten years of stories of "the phone call", "the door step", "the first date", "the blind date", "the last date", "the look", "the DTR", "the confession", "the denial", "the heartbreak", "the freak out", "the kiss", "the crush", and "the game". Hundreds of lessons to be learned...and after 10 years...I STILL can't wrap my head around some of them!<br /><br />I have had countless conversations on the dating game with countless numbers of people, friends, family, strangers...you name it, I've talked to them about it. Through all these conversations lots of theories have been presented on how to best play your cards so you can win. You know, "Play hard to get, it's all about the chase." "If your interested let them know." "The guy has to call you." "You should ask him out." blah, blah, blah. Everyone has their own take on it. In all reality...dating has too many variables to predict a favorable outcome based on the card you choose to play. The rules of dating are very much comparable to the rules of Calvin ball...subject to change at any given moment for any given reason.<br /><br />This last lesson...is a hard one for me to swallow. I don't always see the reasoning behind why it has to be so complicated...so I try and buck the system. See if I can find a new and actually effective theory.<br /><br />The movie "He's Just Not That In To You"...makes a good point. The female gender likes to escalate the meaning of every little thing. Turning it into a sign or a hint which will makes sense of this mell of hess we call "dating". I know I'm guilty of it. Constantly trying to turn myself into "the exception". My recent escapade is a case in point.<br /><br />"So...there's this boy...", he and I have been friends for quite sometime, and that's all we've been. We've never gone out on a "real" date and, as far as I could tell, he's never given me any indication that our friend status would change. One day one of my favorite people pointed out to me that this guy and I were just pussy footin' around the issue and that both of us seemed more interested than what we were lead to think. That all this stuff, that we were doing under the pretense of friendship for and to one another...had more to it than "just friends." Well...shoot...that got me thinking. I have a tragic tendency to throw boys into the friend corner before even giving them a chance, and I was becoming more and more aware of that...and I didn't want to do it again.<br /><br />Gathering all the information and factual evidence I could from all of the time I've spent with him, I made an assumption concerning this long time friend of mine that there was potential for me to be his exception. A risky assumption. Possibly a very STUPID assumption. But I figured "What do I have to lose? I like the guy...and I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what might have been." So... I decided that if he wasn't going to address it...then I would. I cowboy-ed up and threw myself in front of a bus...hoping that I wouldn't get run over.<br /><br />This story is still pending. There is a good chance I have already gotten run over. Kind of pathetic that I don't even know if I have been at this point or not... But...I left that night, the night I'd decided to throw all my pride and insecurities out the window and just go for it, feeling like I did the right thing. Feeling courageous, and giddy...and liberated. There was no fear, no embarrassment, no rejection. I did what I had set out to do...knowing fully well that he could reject me, and that was his call....but also knowing...that he if did decide to reject me...both he and I knew it wouldn't be because I wasn't good enough. It wasn't about me...if he chose a different path...it wasn't about me...it was just his choice.<br /><br />An entire decade FULL of stories, with many more to come...I'm sure. Some relatively predictable, some completely unheard of, some boring, some AWESOME, some sad, some hilarious. ALL completely worth it. Hindsight is always 20/20 and in retrospect...there is not a thing I would change. No regrets...no...not one.</span>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-72874251290932307232009-04-23T08:26:00.000-07:002009-08-13T11:57:27.057-07:00Land of the Beautiful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUB0O12AhEdlWte-c_gLVs5mIuN-ffs5dUlrgay4FA9rVOo2LGF8s2eMatucvaBecTYeS2tv1BC3gN1CSyweD5DZoMC2u50L2mQEW5LL9CeK30m4hDzVouzBc7V1GO6Vq9hw-sKuGRLOd/s1600-h/Ugly+Girls.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327909369847133570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUB0O12AhEdlWte-c_gLVs5mIuN-ffs5dUlrgay4FA9rVOo2LGF8s2eMatucvaBecTYeS2tv1BC3gN1CSyweD5DZoMC2u50L2mQEW5LL9CeK30m4hDzVouzBc7V1GO6Vq9hw-sKuGRLOd/s200/Ugly+Girls.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#330033;">A while ago it was brought to my attention that I was born and raised in the Land of the Beautiful. I was talking to some guy friends of mine who have either been residents in, or visitors of the home of the Aggies, and all of them said "If you want to see beautiful girls, go to Logan, it's swarming with them." Call it Aggie pride...Call it home town smugness...but...I can't help but agree. ;)<br /></span><div></div>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-10094686640135755822009-04-22T11:25:00.000-07:002009-08-13T11:59:43.562-07:00Finding My Mojo<span style="color:#330033;">The other day, while I was in Logan, visiting my family, I was chatting with my dad, and I told him that I had "lost my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span>". I wasn't sure when...I wasn't sure how...but somewhere along the way...I had lost it. My dad responded "Oh, no. Kandace, you need to get that back! And fast!" In all reality, the word "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span>" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">refers</span></span> to a magical charm bag used in hoodoo, but... for all intents and purposes in my life, the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span>" I'm referring to is: The air of self-confidence which is emitted off of ones persona with such potency that it precedes greatness.<br /><br />In noticing that I had lost my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span>...I also came to the realization that I had actually once POSSESSED a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span>! And a good one at that! Ha!!! Who knew?!?! Not me. ...That is...until it was gone. But it made me start to think about how I got one in the first place so that I could get it back!<br /><br />In retrospect I realized that at the onset of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span>, I was focusing on being healthy, and growing spiritually. I branched out socially. I was increasing my education. I was doing things that made me happy. And by doing that I increased my own self-esteem. Which was the foundation of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span>. Once I attained my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span>, I started to seriously enjoy life! I got a promotion, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span> a raise, I even got a boyfriend! Everything was going my way. Yes, eventually the boyfriend was out of the picture, and the promotion and raise ended up becoming part of the monotony...but the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span> continued and I kept dating, and I kept progressing, I went through the temple, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span> my endowments. Things were good!<br /><br />Eventually I became lax, to say the least, in my progression efforts. I was apathetic toward my physical growth. I wasn't delving into my spiritual progression with as much gusto as I had once been, and pretty soon...the self-respect started to dwindle...and I started to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointed</span> in myself for allowing myself to slip back to my own personal mediocrity...in turn my self-esteem took a major hit because of this...and that's when the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span> went kaput.<br /><br />I've never really understood the power, or effectiveness of my own <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span>. I didn't realize the influence it had on the outcomes of my daily circumstances. And I most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">certainly</span> do not give the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">maintenance</span> of said <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span> the attention it deserves. But when I have my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span>...man, AMAZING things have come about.<br /><br />A good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span> has the ability to give us the courage to step out our comfort zones, to branch out and to grow. It can help us to be outgoing to the point of changing worlds! It helps us to not only recognize and be proud of our very best selves, but also helps us to hold our head up high and remember who we are and why we're here. AND not only is it powerful...but it's also attractive and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">contagious</span>. Think about it. Think about those people in your life who you just LOVE to be around...because they are comfortable and encouraging. People are drawn to a good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">mojo</span></span>.<br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#330033;">I'm on a quest to get my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mojo</span></span> back. It may take me some time...but I'll find it again! And when I do...Watch Out World! </span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;">****This blog is dedicated to my beautiful Ugly Duckling. Just for you...<br /></span></p>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-28512368073311236782009-04-02T15:28:00.000-07:002009-08-13T12:00:12.132-07:00Battle of the Bulge!<span style="color:#330033;">I'm going to go out on a limb here and say...we've all been there. We wake up in the morning, strip down to our birthday suits in preparation to get in the shower, but before we get in, what do we do? We step on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">scale</span>. And why do we do it then? Let's be honest, we do it then because #1. It's morning, and you haven't eaten anything yet, so you don't have any food still waiting to be digested. Everyone knows you weigh the least in the morning. and #2. You're naked...no need to be adding <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unnecessary</span> weight with clothes! Every ounce counts, right? Right! So we hop on...hoping, with everything inside of us, that we'll see that magic number...and let's face it...any number less than the one we saw last time is pretty magical.<br /><br />On the RARE <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasion</span> that I actually DO see one of those magical little numbers...my heart leaps for joy and I become all sorts of giddy. I look up at the ceiling, a huge smiling breaking out on my face and I think "YES! Yes! Look at me go! I'm on my way! If I keep at it I'll be strutting my stuff in a bikini in NO time! Yes! Yes! YES!!!" ::insert air fist pump here:: You do a little dance, sing in the shower, grab a banana on your way out the door, and promise that bikini hiding in the far <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recces</span> of your top drawer that you will be seeing it later!<br /><br />2 weeks go by...you see the progression. You are now down 3 lbs from where you started. The victory dance is becoming perfected by now. You and that bikini are becoming fast friends and you couldn't be more thrilled!<br /><br />Week 3...you get on the scale...and you see that first magic little number you saw three weeks ago. "WHAT the #*$& is that number doing back on my scale?!?!?!?!" The once magical number, who treated you SO well, not so long ago...is now the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">BANE</span> of your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">existence</span>! How you HATE that 3 digit number!!! How DARE it show it's ugly face again!!!! And the Bikini?!?! Are ya <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">kiddin</span>' me?!?! There it sits TAUNTING you from the next room over! "You'll never get to wear me. You'll never get to wear me." <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">OOoooooo</span> CURSE THAT STUPID BIKINI!!!! Your previous fist pump is now pumping to a different tune.<br /><br />The funny thing is...that 3 digit number...the one that had the power to make your day that first week...has the power to send you into one of the deepest emotional funks one could imagine. Even when there is a logical <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">explanation</span> to the gain, i.e. Aunt Flow is visiting and she doesn't know the meaning of the word mercy. She does not carry any sympathy for you and your emotional state. And she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">DEFINITELY</span> does not support you in your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weight loss</span> efforts. ...the mean old bag! Even with that unavoidable, biological barrier that happens to everyone as the reasoning behind it...the funk still comes. Because now you are back to where you started. No progress...no headway has been made. ...The battle of the bulge is winning! When/How will the vicious cycle ever end?!?!</span>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-76444025943115936922009-02-25T09:13:00.000-08:002009-08-13T12:00:51.879-07:00The Genuinely Good!<span style="color:#330033;">So this morning I was reminded of the inherent goodness of people! And how blessed I am to have so many of those kinds of people surrounding me. SO this is my tribute to the Genuinely Good!<br /><br /></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSWZkbk3kpVNC92G2Akuql25TLtOHHn3ePadhWDNEUegXninrMLPjGgrQtUbyV2raXx80OlJEltLiENzOwmTTkAWV_i9hQ6niwKu566uGwEQKFMDK6ZhKR7AK7Y8dz6YPyhJDhA6GYiAN/s1600-h/parents.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306791975004702562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSWZkbk3kpVNC92G2Akuql25TLtOHHn3ePadhWDNEUegXninrMLPjGgrQtUbyV2raXx80OlJEltLiENzOwmTTkAWV_i9hQ6niwKu566uGwEQKFMDK6ZhKR7AK7Y8dz6YPyhJDhA6GYiAN/s320/parents.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>My Parents</strong><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">My best friends in the whole world, whose genuine goodness has taught me about love and true happiness. My Dad has this uncanny ability to find the good in everyone and everything and that good out weighs anything negative. My Mom taught me the Art of Giving and I'll love her forever for that! LOVE them both!!! This was at my 26<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas Themed Birthday Party!</span></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#330033;">My Brothers & Sisters</span></strong></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306797926168650690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNbX4apevdTECYNmAxydqYOe8ELoBI8-0LmWkd2lhvQgTHm0QvF06GPo7WFKSsfi_3so3NNFkhh4aDJFwy63TlGA6XnhoFTxEyFheVTInnQJieGKAqG7jbPmsw499CpTZMeZTp3j0kpAW/s200/n711343723_593165_7085.jpg" /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;"><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Steph</span> and Mandy</em> are absolutely AMAZING! Growing into strong and genuinely good women! This was our Family Reunion in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nauvoo</span>!</span></div></div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8t8cbCUHvQgt4gnuz3H9Nuc1K2Hddon57R6M0Amq3n7IxrFPxPm8VzQ-geR0RHrUcBmySJe6RpehIhdSi4YY4sTh3K2Quws6ihtMwuNHXcGPAbzm-gGJcpSh0lws-onSHMFEV8O5PVIoq/s1600-h/P1030088.JPG"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306794350701419458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8t8cbCUHvQgt4gnuz3H9Nuc1K2Hddon57R6M0Amq3n7IxrFPxPm8VzQ-geR0RHrUcBmySJe6RpehIhdSi4YY4sTh3K2Quws6ihtMwuNHXcGPAbzm-gGJcpSh0lws-onSHMFEV8O5PVIoq/s200/P1030088.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Elder Pack</em>! Spreading the Word in Philly, PA. The guy can make anyone smile because of his genuine goodness!<br /></span></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRa6HBs8JUcSF38UGb6sQPR_hbU2OrDf88pXU89HZG_MsraaD54mGRc1WE9nZ-adDDoXKDLS6Vxuy7p8WI3EwhGMvip3ox3K2XF3nS_Z4kT7MeiOQlKeC-g_XGHRJjhmLK6fz9n_IQ17Kq/s1600-h/Josh+%26+Me.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306803185371345634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRa6HBs8JUcSF38UGb6sQPR_hbU2OrDf88pXU89HZG_MsraaD54mGRc1WE9nZ-adDDoXKDLS6Vxuy7p8WI3EwhGMvip3ox3K2XF3nS_Z4kT7MeiOQlKeC-g_XGHRJjhmLK6fz9n_IQ17Kq/s200/Josh+%26+Me.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Josh</em> is more of the strong silent type...and his genuine goodness is usually pretty silent as well...but is as strong as it comes! This was right before the Yellow Card Concert!<br /><br /></span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mGPW2MZdg1UJQAyGzdXGcBm_oC-ibNUfaHW8TxqUWqb1b73oeMKh7iD0OSdvWTUqS4xGerE5qUCdfKFpGL7DooqU9Ut656ImmdJLyb-eU4RjaTriYjgZe5FjhNopnvGK_L7PGw3TPSh8/s1600-h/Micahgraduation.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306802554059355362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mGPW2MZdg1UJQAyGzdXGcBm_oC-ibNUfaHW8TxqUWqb1b73oeMKh7iD0OSdvWTUqS4xGerE5qUCdfKFpGL7DooqU9Ut656ImmdJLyb-eU4RjaTriYjgZe5FjhNopnvGK_L7PGw3TPSh8/s200/Micahgraduation.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><em>Micah & Britt</em> would give you the clothes off of their backs if it would help you. Their genuine goodness runs that deep. And their two boys, my adorable baby nephews, make my heart happy!<br /></span></p></div></div><div><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzxAyRfM-DvXSgwt0OYB2fkiwq0Yxap6JOmAGSwxVEPD-IQldM0ph_MSZcAZwZA__yeg7E9rZw41YOplxndCkOmxW3vbkwo6ofQgzUrTmnSJqQsyOsAuGvgfF6L5wC4rA9CI_oe4oVD6F/s1600-h/Eggnog.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306807277406312354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzxAyRfM-DvXSgwt0OYB2fkiwq0Yxap6JOmAGSwxVEPD-IQldM0ph_MSZcAZwZA__yeg7E9rZw41YOplxndCkOmxW3vbkwo6ofQgzUrTmnSJqQsyOsAuGvgfF6L5wC4rA9CI_oe4oVD6F/s320/Eggnog.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;">My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Roommates</span></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Tara</em> puts everyone she loves first. ALWAYS. <em>Sarah</em> scatters sunshine everywhere she goes. Even on her bad days. <em>Jessie</em> will serve you anyway she can and never say a word about it. And you never feel anything but love from these people. Genuine goodness just oozes out of these girls!!! This was our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Roommate</span> Christmas Party!</span></div><br /><div><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoLx_n4uCBBEP6HEhoqmMKKSv29oUk0TgvQ_kLeB4Pw5gF154fqRNi9Jj9VAy4Zd7wK4Kg4o0SBrWOsdCeJsvJOAs3NqKGUAm_uh0N7-XttVDmzx_ZE1BBWY-e2zyr0dU2dx0bDKpya0s/s1600-h/Girls.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306808745080957858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoLx_n4uCBBEP6HEhoqmMKKSv29oUk0TgvQ_kLeB4Pw5gF154fqRNi9Jj9VAy4Zd7wK4Kg4o0SBrWOsdCeJsvJOAs3NqKGUAm_uh0N7-XttVDmzx_ZE1BBWY-e2zyr0dU2dx0bDKpya0s/s320/Girls.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;">My Ho's</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Some of the best people on this planet! <em>Melissa</em> will do things for you before you even realize you even needed them done. <em>Katrina</em> has this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">contagious</span> laugh that will make even the saddest of days brighter. <em>Jess</em> gives...simply because she can and is like a party in a can everywhere she goes! <em>Erin</em> is the kind of friend who you can always be yourself around. I have learned so much about genuine goodness from these girls. Lagoon Day!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_n3EXCxcpIZBCJaQuiRW39Fz3UFxjBjiUV3b5iJrs6eIxych-CMGmzvp8kt__VVUt8uBg921LrLUTGxFRBlqRIvtk73ZcJFouaCjvGVm6LsyEcACeGiotJ5a-yRbamQm9bIzun7zPPLHX/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306812921125844818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_n3EXCxcpIZBCJaQuiRW39Fz3UFxjBjiUV3b5iJrs6eIxych-CMGmzvp8kt__VVUt8uBg921LrLUTGxFRBlqRIvtk73ZcJFouaCjvGVm6LsyEcACeGiotJ5a-yRbamQm9bIzun7zPPLHX/s200/IMG_0770.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fraidy's</span>! John and Tina...their genuine goodness makes it so you can't help but adore these two! Melissa's 007 Birthday Party</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCzJUEyTS9KUKJtZ6kuXPbt8i0q2lZNWeD7qIdKLb0P3ijTMnEqI5kA4FgIEo3cnUzXXG9QTosJwQ7E4dHB82Vq8b_23T4IvxAt3japw_t_Lxb0DYWVbY68P-Zm6WFw3rFszAkdIVEU9s/s1600-h/FunnyBoys.JPG"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306812096815969858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCzJUEyTS9KUKJtZ6kuXPbt8i0q2lZNWeD7qIdKLb0P3ijTMnEqI5kA4FgIEo3cnUzXXG9QTosJwQ7E4dHB82Vq8b_23T4IvxAt3japw_t_Lxb0DYWVbY68P-Zm6WFw3rFszAkdIVEU9s/s200/FunnyBoys.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;">Some of my <strong>Scout Boys</strong>! These are truly valiant men all with genuine goodness! </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">More of that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">genuine</span> goodness! Me and some incredible people on Spring Break in California last year! </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306814084497189618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2DErP9TnIEiiwM2ValX5rLdPhQ3-k55KvoAhme-pOUu8JWC2D0-GJ__QQNKmqm6d2hEPWwrDnYzg76amQiUyGeaSkUtiLRwtYM2iSdPlgdWJfTwev_KRHSXi-jR4cCkncJSvWB7Pt537/s320/Trolley.jpg" /></span></div></div></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdrYCmVj35666Mz-aaKWCv905__f1ydVKxC5-am4Z4ssSl0xd2YPFOAr9J3Sp_8x0Y2JTuNbZqmiMDhJ7JXhHBcBKUdqq1ZUXUOCi7c4M9C55usVUceDx49w6klVvl6RXCnwePn1J_cx3/s1600-h/Streets.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306815305573853538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdrYCmVj35666Mz-aaKWCv905__f1ydVKxC5-am4Z4ssSl0xd2YPFOAr9J3Sp_8x0Y2JTuNbZqmiMDhJ7JXhHBcBKUdqq1ZUXUOCi7c4M9C55usVUceDx49w6klVvl6RXCnwePn1J_cx3/s200/Streets.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;">New York City over Thanksgiving! This was outside the homeless shelter we volunteered at on Thanksgiving Day. So much genuine goodness going on that day!</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;">I know I've only scratched the surface of all the genuinely good people who I have in my life or who I have had as part of my life, but know that you people have been major examples to me. Thank you so much for your deep down, to the core, genuine goodness!</span></p>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-49360341811002184782009-02-16T07:42:00.001-08:002009-02-16T07:47:10.402-08:00A Retraction<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I want to publish a retraction to the previous blog. I'm so used to this being the "norm" in real life...but after going on the date...I realized that it had nothing to do with ME...the kid just has absolutely NO social life...and wanted to get as much social in as he could during his night out. Sad really, how true that statement is, but I had to clear up his name a little bit and wanted to make up for my lashing out irrationally. It was a good time, he's a good guy...just a tad socially inept. I'll have to learn to give the benefit of the doubt BEFORE I go dramatizing everything. One day I'll learn.</span>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-40741385561641427402009-02-11T08:14:00.000-08:002009-02-11T08:50:55.367-08:00The Back Up Date<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Good Garbage can boys be SLOW sometimes!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">He asks me to be his Valentine, he gets tickets to go see Madame Butterfly, and than he asks if my roomates want to hang out afterward. ...Uh...Seriously?!? I mean...please, someone, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought that if a guy was actually taking the initiative to ask YOU out, and take YOU to a freakin' ballet, he would want to spend the rest of the evening with YOU...not you and all your roomates. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Regardless of the fact that I'm not very interested in "he" anyway...I just find it ridiculous that he would take me out at all if he has no interest in being with me. ASK SOMEONE ELSE! I didn't <em>ask</em> for the "pitty" date especially from "he", I don't <em>need</em> a pitty date, and I most certainly do <em>NOT</em> need the slight of being ditched for the roomies afterward. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">He continues to ask because I'm someone he doesn't have to "try" with. I'm the "effortless" date. It's just Kandace. She's charming, she's fun, she's not ugly, and she doesn't come with any of the hassel of having to treat her like a real date. Well, that's garbage buddy! Find a different back up date because this one quits!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">...okay...the venting is over. That was very refreshing. I'm good now. ;)</span>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-72294998348701039142009-02-10T08:05:00.000-08:002009-02-10T14:20:02.610-08:00Do you ever get the feeling...?<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Do you ever get the feeling that something BIG is about to happen? Like...you've been being prepared for this very place and time for days...months...even years, and finally all that preperation is done, and the climactic rationale for all you have been unknowingly working toward is about to be revealed?<br /><br />For some odd reason I've been feeling like 2009 is MY year. I'm not sure why, I'm not sure how, but it is MY year this year! I feel like God has been making some very big changes within me, and I couldn't even tell you what they are specifically, but I feel as though He has smoothed out some of the edges and has placed me on a completely different plain than I have ever been on before. It is a GOOD feeling, this feeling of progression and growth. I like it. A lot. :)</span>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922157484250789771.post-75707577305713434382009-02-09T11:38:00.000-08:002009-02-09T11:50:14.627-08:00Jumping on the Bandwagon<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">So, I've decided it was high time that I got a blog of my own. So many of my all time favorite people seem to be active bloggers, and I have this thing about being in the know when it comes to the people I love. SO...here I am, jumping on the bandwagon. Truth be told, I'm a devote facebook-er, so I feel a tad bit out of place, I'm not going to lie. But I figure this is just one more channel for me to keep up with you and yours, and I'm all about the communication. :)</span> </span>Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com3