tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91803442540576209052024-03-12T20:07:08.597-07:00dance yourself sillydance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-4521173609012184062010-09-08T12:49:00.000-07:002010-10-11T09:43:19.422-07:00ALERT!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">NEW BLOG!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it is time.... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">for those of you asking for it,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> i finally got around to creating a new blog.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">so check it out.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="thelittlelovebirds.blogspot.com">thelittlelovebirds.blogspot.com</a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i just barely created it,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">so there is lots of work to do still. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but it's a start for now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">thanks for being faithful friends and readers,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i hope you follow our new blog!</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-8651199995856587902010-09-04T20:00:00.001-07:002010-09-04T20:05:04.284-07:00sneak peak<div style="text-align: center;">alright, alright. good news...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we got our wedding pictures!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{hip hip hooray!}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but, because there are billions to sort thru</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and pick just which ones to post,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you'll have to wait a tid bit longer to see them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">however, here is a sneak peak....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">this one's a winner!</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TIMIYiuUHxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qiiA6r84LJw/s320/_R2V2352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513259586562563858" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">isn't this a hoot? we love you, family!</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-6184323458111390092010-09-03T13:13:00.000-07:002010-09-03T13:21:24.762-07:00dirty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TIFYMQ2HBYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hEP-ezT2dTM/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TIFYMQ2HBYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hEP-ezT2dTM/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512784386581792130" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">spent the morning cleaning.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">laundry galore, dishes stacked up, bathrooms, dusting shelves.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the whole sha-bang.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">however, there was a twist to cleaning today.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i used our nifty new <b>dyson vacuum</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">holy moly! it works wonders.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">seriously. best purchase yet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the best part?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the genius ball on the bottom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it enables you to spin and curve your vacuum instantly.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">call me crazy. because its clear i'm in love with a vacuum. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and i know its odd, that i'm posting about this...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but, trust me- you would be too if you had a </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vacuum that made you enjoy cleaning.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">one that even made you dance around the house. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it was simply a good morning in the </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">stice residence, to say the least.</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-59058580190022614162010-09-01T10:42:00.000-07:002010-09-01T14:48:06.777-07:00{honeymoon}<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">aloha!</span> as almost expected, the lovebirds (that's us) spent our honeymoon in beautiful hawaii. the big island itself, actually. what a gorgeous place to see. from black sand beaches, forests, waves, to see turtles, spotless beaches, kon and lava rocks... we saw it all. we spent many hours hiking, eating, cuddling, snorkeling and exploring. take a look at these pictures! i'm sharing our luxurious honeymoon with you... well, kind of. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">excuse our grossness in the sunburn and no make-up pictures! thanks!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH6Q8SpmFYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Zf6UzLl8QG8/s320/P1060716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512002359420917122" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;">just arrived! fresh off the plane...aloha!</div></span><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7C9b6_QFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/00E0pUS8XcY/s1600/P1060723_2.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7C9b6_QFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/00E0pUS8XcY/s1600/P1060723_2.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7C9b6_QFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/00E0pUS8XcY/s320/P1060723_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512057354671046738" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7C9b6_QFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/00E0pUS8XcY/s1600/P1060723_2.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">an amazing sunset the first night!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">and an amazing dinner to follow.</span></span></u></span></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7B-n_phLI/AAAAAAAAANg/jcyRjf4Pk7E/s320/P1060820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056275580060850" /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">our luxious hotel! </span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a big thanks for to our travel agent for the killer choice.</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></u></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7CdULwboI/AAAAAAAAANo/hFuXlzbMq7A/s320/P1060740_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056802838081154" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">just the two of us. laughing on our balcony. lovely day</span>. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">these next 3 are pictures from our day on the other side of the island. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"hilo side."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">definitely a day full of adventure...lots of hiking, wave diving, driving and sight seeing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">black sand beaches, lava rocks, hilo, cafe pesto, waterfalls, local friends,</span> </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7CjeYCEHI/AAAAAAAAANw/GSlAAi1uDC4/s320/P1060754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056908653138034" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wapio lookout! insanely pretty and cool.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7C0eVgxRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uymU-3amC84/s1600/P1060766.JPG"></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">look down to the beach. we hiked that distance. nuts.</span> </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7C0eVgxRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uymU-3amC84/s1600/P1060766.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7C0eVgxRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uymU-3amC84/s320/P1060766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512057200700343570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">akaka falls! a massive waterfall. biggest on hawaii. </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7CrUDZVaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eHfSmhs9akg/s1600/P1060771.JPG"></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a sight to see.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7CrUDZVaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eHfSmhs9akg/s1600/P1060771.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7CrUDZVaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eHfSmhs9akg/s320/P1060771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512057043321181602" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;">jumped out of our car and snapped this shot. loved this place. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7BbvZe6CI/AAAAAAAAANA/X_LkY1DtA7Y/s320/P1060785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512055676272044066" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">best ice cream on the isalnd. white macadamia nut ruled our world.</span> delicious.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7ByZnSf9I/AAAAAAAAANY/V1hAFTJTNHA/s320/P1060799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056065561362386" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">shaved ice. a hawaiian classic. yum.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7Ay9hg11I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gow6CBo00rI/s320/P1060800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512054975689185106" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">no words can describe the beauty of a sunset. we enjoyed many</span>.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7BpyBAIeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HHP7IELPmdQ/s1600/P1060796.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7BpyBAIeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HHP7IELPmdQ/s1600/P1060796.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7BpyBAIeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HHP7IELPmdQ/s320/P1060796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512055917492838882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the lovebirds. at our favorite beach.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7Bj8W6rWI/AAAAAAAAANI/iSxjHSBjKg8/s1600/P1060792.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH7Bj8W6rWI/AAAAAAAAANI/iSxjHSBjKg8/s320/P1060792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512055817189895522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">forever and ever. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thanks for the lovely honeymoon loverboy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">you're a babe in your suit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i'll forever crave coconut syrup.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-52902728662187335962010-08-31T21:05:00.000-07:002010-08-31T21:16:41.243-07:00at last!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH3RJnB143I/AAAAAAAAAMY/A7y6qeQ3MNM/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TH3RJnB143I/AAAAAAAAAMY/A7y6qeQ3MNM/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511791481997091698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">look closely- image is on floppy discs. cool. source nick gentry.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we have</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> internet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in our home sweet home.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">thank heavens.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">literally. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">loverboy can now spend his hours slaving away on homework </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">under our very own roof.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">as opposed to nearest place with an internet connection. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">i love this. i'm not home alone as much. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">more importantly, thank goodness for this steady connection to the internet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i have a blogging life again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i have missed your dear blogs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and boy, have i missed jotting down my silly thoughts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">connections are lovely. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">connections with family, friends, places, and</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">of course, the internet. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">happy blogging. </span></div></span></span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-32474832984287818252010-08-31T20:11:00.000-07:002010-08-31T21:18:48.731-07:00tribute<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i had no idea that is was possible for someone out there in the world, to be more obsessed with Michael Jackson than i am. But, we may have a tie for first place. loverboy and i happened to need a wireless router. we took the long trek out to the apple store and to our surprised walked into something.... great. it was fate; i know it was. i blinked a few times, realizing what i saw was real. take a look for yourself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyRaJ-sXtU6VWU7eMIId1leOVfz78MQOUVEaVIZvHdhBRfmD4W4jOxHa1-0Ao0kM0THqc9AFUKcxMlw7tR59Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">not the best film, because i was trying to be sneaky from a distance. wish i could have filmed the really good stuff. but, you get an idea.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">yes- there was actually a guy dressed up as MJ standing in front of the computer screen, blasting "billy jean", mimicking MJ's every move. hope you noticed the black sequin jacket and white glove. he was dead serious. not putting on a show for anyone. just his usual routine, i suppose.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">this was a classic act. loverboy and i were in awe. i know i'm a little rebel for filming him- but i had to. i wasn't the only one doing so... he had quite the fan club.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">long story short... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">only in mo-town do you walk into an apple store to find this kind of a surprise.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">unreal. completely made my day. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">as well as the delicious homemade cookies we enjoyed, the perfectly sunny day, the scrumptious dinner we polished off, and the goodnight cuddles. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MJ... your spirit lives on. you are a legend. and i'm your (2nd) biggest fan. </div></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-64489426246468050692010-08-29T15:01:00.000-07:002010-08-29T15:04:57.374-07:00vote here:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/THrZb02on2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qxnuIP6Flms/s1600/Picture+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/THrZb02on2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qxnuIP6Flms/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510956166108716898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />i'm taking a vote.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">obviously, my life took on a major lifestyle change.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">one, that brought another heart into the picture.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">so, i'm at a standstill....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">do i change the blog and make it "our's"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">do i get a new one all together</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">do i keep the one i already have?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">let me here what you think.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">is anyone even reading my blog?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">does it really matter?</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-52590309347164502652010-08-22T14:34:00.000-07:002010-08-22T15:41:47.368-07:00MR. & MRS. STICE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/THGdtmgCDLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/legnKQzT7EA/s1600/_R2V6977.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/THGdtmgCDLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/legnKQzT7EA/s320/_R2V6977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508357226005400754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Can you believe it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I am MARRIED! I am </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> MRS. STICE. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">lucky, i know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i am a wife. suddenly a cook.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i am also a perfectionist. that's nothing new, though. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i've realized just how much i hate </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">messes and unpacking.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">box after box. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">kitchen gadget after kitchen gadget.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hanger after hanger.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we are finally done.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">thank goodness.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"a new soft couch and big black dresser"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">were the last pieces in place.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">HOME SWEET HOME.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">wanna see? check back soon for posted pictures</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">of the wedding an our new home.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">as for married life?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it's absolutely LOVELY.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i mean honestly, what's better than waking up to the </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">man of your dreams and best friend every single morning?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">NOTHING.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sharing every minute of life is spectacular.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">every little conversation matters.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">minutes turn into hours. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hours into days.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">crazy to think we've already been married for 19 days.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">time flies when you are with the one you love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i love being a wife.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but even more, i love having him all to myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">he is my perfect match.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">he completes me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">not to mention, what a total sweetheart he is.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the honeymoon?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">if your curious.... it was great. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hawaii was beautiful. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hiking, snorkeling, laying out, coconut syrup,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">aloe vera, bubba gumps, black sand, sun burns and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">of course a little love. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it was a perfect ending to a perfect summer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">as for life for the Stice's right now?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dance has already started.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">yipee.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">he starts school tomorrow.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">he's anxious.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i'm getting whipped back into shape.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ouch.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">he is spoiling me rotten. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">thanks lovebird.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we defeated the ants.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">yes, ants everywhere in my car. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and other than that....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we just spend our days loving each other</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">endlessly.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">as it will always be that way.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">we miss home. mainly those loved ones we left behind. we send you ALL of you our love. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">don't worry mom and dad, i'm a great cook. so far so good.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">and surprisingly, joel has only been eating a serving size for about 2 people. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">i love you both more than all the birds in the sky.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">jim, our front table looks great! thanks for everything!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">we are off to a good start because of you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">friends... come visit! our doors are always open to you!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">we love you!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">xoxo</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-81175048940939715202010-07-23T22:05:00.000-07:002010-07-23T22:18:57.891-07:00tick tock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TEp3GaMzK4I/AAAAAAAAALg/Rxi2bRi7Oug/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-23+at+22.58.44.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TEp3GaMzK4I/AAAAAAAAALg/Rxi2bRi7Oug/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-23+at+22.58.44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497337247155039106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>12 days</b> until...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the big day!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i am counting down the days.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{obviously}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">yet, part of me is holding on</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to the life of being "unmarried".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">well, i am going to miss being a daddy's girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i am scared {yet excited} to learn how to cook,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nervous {yet anxious} for <b>all</b> the change that is about to happen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and i'm not quite ready to give up my 'girly' bedding.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BUT...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i cannot wait to be married to lover boy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm beyond excited.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i am SO anxious to go through the temple,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to be a bride, a wife and a soul mate.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i can't wait to wake up next to him, to cuddle all night long,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and to come home to someone at night. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>12 more days.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">planning is complete.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">however, 'the checklist' never gets smaller.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm so anxious for the days to come.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>being a bride is simply CRAZY;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so i better live it up these last</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>12 days.</b></span></div><div><br /></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-56833992604222153512010-07-08T15:34:00.000-07:002010-07-08T15:40:06.342-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TDZSwVYyhgI/AAAAAAAAALY/H4UCDIJ8USk/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TDZSwVYyhgI/AAAAAAAAALY/H4UCDIJ8USk/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491667785953216002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ladies and gentlemen... i have found my other heart. and he has found his. it is the best feeling in the world. i hope you have found your second heart, but if not... keep searching, because there is nothing better than finding someone else's heart that makes your heart beat to the rhythm of theirs.</span> </div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-61295817660161489502010-07-08T15:23:00.000-07:002010-07-08T15:32:05.973-07:00lovely ladies<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">shout out to two important women in my life!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">first being my dear mother. what a beautiful woman she is. such an example of all the greatest attributes. i came home from a ruff day to find a sweet little note, a pair of new shoes, adorable earings, and some new stationary. she simply left them in hopes i would enjoy them. may be a small act of kindness to some of you, but to me, it meant the world. i love her dearly- and words can't possibly begin to describe the deep friendship we hold between us, nor the sincere love i have for her. she's the best mother (midge) in the world. i love you, mom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">second being lovely <a href="http://iampudge.blogspot.com/">rosie card</a>. she is a angel. 'ro' just left for her mission today. impressive, right? she is so gorgeous it is unreal. her qualities shine through her. i am so proud of the decision she has made to serve others and Him above. she will truly be a remarkable missionary. happy to see her go, yet sad to lose her for 18 months. i so badly wish she could be in my wedding line. she has changed my life. she has always been a friend- through thick and thin. and i know she always will be. you're incredible rose... i love you! good luck out there! </span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-72324423281001554922010-07-08T15:20:00.000-07:002010-07-08T15:23:18.097-07:00deadi feel as though you have died.<div>sad, sad day.</div><div>i know, i have neglected to write </div><div>due to wedding plans.</div><div>but, please... stay alive. </div><div>i'll need you soon for venting,</div><div>capturing my thoughts, and</div><div>telling the world who i </div><div>(soon to be 'we') am. </div><div>only about a month more, </div><div>and you'll be all mine again.</div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-18668153778557708612010-07-01T14:37:00.001-07:002010-07-01T14:41:55.117-07:00busy bee<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">okay, it's apparent that i am far too busy for this little blog of mine. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">planning a wedding is nuts. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">yes, i love it, and am having a blast.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but, i don't seem to find time for anything else.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm hoping that after my lovely honeymoon i will</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">have amples of time to blog.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i certainly miss it, and miss reading all of your sweet blogs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i can't wait to post our engagement photos as well as our</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wedding photos. but you'll have to wait a little bit longer,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">because everything must be a surprise. you can consider me old school.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lots to catch up on.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but, don't worry it will all get done.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">as for now, enjoy your last two months of summer!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i love you dearly!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">xoxo</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-73113501270823259102010-06-08T18:42:00.001-07:002010-06-09T14:59:28.013-07:00corey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TBALcpEFO5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KFjx_XGKrY8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-09+at+15.44.42.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TBALcpEFO5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KFjx_XGKrY8/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-09+at+15.44.42.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480893333197110162" /></a><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">just last night, i was chatting with corey online. he is in costa rica for the summer living the dream. it just so happened we were online at the exact same time; and thank heavens we were. after an hour long chitchat, more like heart to heart, i felt rejuvenated. he was full of advice; the type of advice you can only encounter from a beloved brother. i had expressed the feelings and concerns of my heart and he instantly said all the right words. i'm thankful for the relationship i have with him. to be honest, we never have really opened up quite like that before. who knows, maybe it was the miles between us that in turn made us feel closer. or maybe it was the convenience of having a computer screen relay our words rather than standing face to face. whatever it was, i'm forever thankful for the advice, love and deep concern i felt from him. listen up! i thought i would share one simple thing he said to me...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"The problem in my opinion, is that the grass is always greener, especially when it comes to a partner. But what I think is the goal is to find someone that makes you mostly happy and work on the things that may not be perfect. We need to search for those who we have to work the least with. Its easier if the only thing that bugs you about your partner is maybe how they sip their soup or something simple."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">simply brilliant. i loved that. one of his many definitions of love. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">as far as his advice for life? he told me...</span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> "a friend of mine said recently that 'all those who wander are not necessarily lost'. thats how i feel. I dont need more money than i have now- i do what i want when i want."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i know you may be a little lost, considering you only read the bits and pieces... but take heed to generic advice. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and remember, "all those that wander are not necessarily lost".</span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">thanks core. i sure love ya. </span></p>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-39274106951595640232010-06-08T15:24:00.001-07:002010-06-08T15:30:55.699-07:00summer at last<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TA7DUP7VI0I/AAAAAAAAALI/t0hArN-WoZE/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-08+at+15.36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TA7DUP7VI0I/AAAAAAAAALI/t0hArN-WoZE/s320/Photo+on+2010-06-08+at+15.36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480532549196653378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it's day six of our little trip to california. who wants to go house hunting when you can lay out? we boycotted the search for our future home and decided to soak up the sun. it was lovely. nothing better than sun rays, vitamin d, and a tan line. yum. too bad you aren't here to join in on the fun. who knows, maybe next year you can all come visit us! lay out by our future pool, drink our future lemonade and laugh about our future experiences. enjoy the gorgeous day out there! </span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-77085094898697626342010-06-06T09:11:00.000-07:002010-06-06T09:29:42.197-07:00think<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TAvMbYpCLMI/AAAAAAAAALA/eYlMAfGwKyY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-06+at+10.09.24.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TAvMbYpCLMI/AAAAAAAAALA/eYlMAfGwKyY/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-06+at+10.09.24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479698142469434562" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lately, i seem to be thinking and pondering. a lot. differently, than i have before. my brain is into deliberately thinking about every single little detail of my life. it's as though my brain bought a ticket for a never ending roller coster ride. </span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why is it, that when we tend to think too hard about things we stress out, worry or even become sad? i feel as though i've fallen into a little rut. i can't seem to get out. help me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i think, think, think and think some more</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. every decision or thought has to go through a a vigorous thought cycle in my head before i am satisfied with it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i look at food, and i think. i pray, and i think. i look at my body, and i think. i look at him, and i think. i look at wedding magazines, and i think. i look at the past, and i think. i also look at him, and i think. i look at friendships, and i think. i look at the future, and i think. i go on a walk, and i think. i look at apartments, and i think. i evaluate my life, and i think. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hard think</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. not your typical, everyday think.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this is a think that drives me crazy at times.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i want to be normal again. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a little more carefree. a little more believing in myself and my decisions. and a little more positive.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the advice, "stop and think about it" usually fixes all problems.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i now need someone to say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"stop thinking."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but, seriously.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">what has gotten into me? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">think. think. think. here i go again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{photo by anna gay}</span></div></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-7755408655947927102010-06-04T17:45:00.000-07:002010-06-04T17:49:12.297-07:00silly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TAmeySmxmQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZIIUyY8CLRs/s1600/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+21.56+%233.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TAmeySmxmQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZIIUyY8CLRs/s320/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+21.56+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479085008498039042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">silly, dumb and not the greatest picture.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oh, well.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">there's nothing wrong with having fun.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...spontaneity...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">have a fun-filled weekend. love you all. </span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-82489429336373274462010-06-04T09:35:00.000-07:002010-06-04T09:43:00.376-07:00mo-town<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">well, well, well...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i am in MODESTO yet again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and couldn't be happier.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i feel back at home, actually.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">can't explain how lovely it was to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sit, laugh, talk and drink diet coke with joe.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">boy, have i missed him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and that's an understatement.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">last night was graduation.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">today is house hunting</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tomorrow is san francisco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nothing but fun.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm stoked to be on "vacation"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">especially with my lovebird. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">he's so stinkin' good to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">no doubt in my mind that our</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">future life together will be nothing </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"short" of incredible.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">as for now, i've got to go. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we have lots to do.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wish us luck in finding a cute little place to live</span>.</div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-81146235792701231232010-05-16T09:25:00.000-07:002010-05-31T08:29:59.054-07:00a fairy tale story<div style="text-align: center;">waking up from a restless night due to nerves, she quickly got ready for the big show. it was her day to be aurora in sleeping beauty. she had worked weeks and weeks correcting, rehearsing, learning and well, stressing. her adoring family members, and two of her best friends had traveled miles by plane and car. even a last minute road trip, through the middle of the night, by brother bret made the crew complete. or did it...? someone vital was missing. she was still hoping that by some miraculous way, her lover would miss his finals and SAT to come watch her perform. that's all she wanted, in fact. it made her sick knowing that he wouldn't be there to watch the performance of her lifetime. she walked into the theater that day with butterflies galore, a prayer in her heart, and to be honest a little disappointment. she hadn't heard from him in what seemed like forever. they hadn't been able to chitchat on the phone, simply because their schedules clashed. a little mad that he didn't call her to wish her "good luck", she turned her phone off and walked out to the stage to begin the day she would never forget. it was time to focus. she recognized that this was a day that would never be able to repeat itself. she had been given the leading role of the ballet, and had one shot at performing it. the show had begun. literally, the longest ballet in ballet history seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. after dancing her heart out, the curtain fell putting an end to her show. she was completely out of breath, legs aching of exhaustion and the feeling of accomplishment glowed brightly through her eyes. suddenly, her heart stopped. literally. the next five seconds happened in slow motion... her ballet mistress ordered the company not to leave the stage, and shortly after her director came rushing on stage with someone following right behind him. she couldn't believe her eyes. it was him. in a matter of seconds, the outcome of her performance was upstaged by the man of her dreams; and he was about the perform the proposal of her dreams. the dancers naturally set the stage as they formed a circle around the two lovebirds. being the romantic prince that he was, he said all the right words. she was so shaken up with the butterflies leaping around in her stomach that she could hardly look at him. in fact, she seemed to be more nervous and anxious for that very moment in time more so than the duration of the weeks leading up to her performance. before she could grasp the reality of this fantasy, he was down on one knee. a little white bird box carried the perfect ring. with no hesitation, she said yes. she knew that the best part about her, was him. slipping the ring onto her finger, happened all so fast. the diamond sparkled beyond belief. love was in the air. she was swooped off of her blistered toes. she couldn't get enough of him. looks of love, kisses of passion and hugs of infinity were just the beginning. family rushed over to her in a matter of seconds. friends embraced her with hugs, tears of joy and a lots of congratulations. she felt as though she was the luckiest girl in the world. she had her new fiance in her arms, her family full of nothing but love and support, her best friend at her side and her friends radiating with excitement. it truly was a fairy tale. she now is living happily ever after back in utah for the summer; busier than ever planning the wedding of their dreams while spending every possible second with him. love is simply splendid. the end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/TAPVKllECtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nMYOvXwdPJE/s320/Bicekphotography020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477455949675629266" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">one of many pictures. i wish i could show you more,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> but you'll have to wait for august 4th.</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">well, there you have it.... a fairy tale of my own. the story of my proposal is just the beginning. i am obviously spoiled greatly with love, kisses and a prince charming. he is the best part of me, and what's comforting is that i know that i'm the best part of him. we're made for each other. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i love you babe. thanks for the dream-come-true proposal.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i love you more than life itself. </span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-75351807479799216432010-05-14T09:01:00.000-07:002010-05-14T10:23:49.594-07:00coming soon<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dear blog....</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it has been FOREVER.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so much has happened in the last two weeks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sleeping beauty took all of my time </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and energy away from me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the move back home was exhausting</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and i still feel as though i'm adjusting.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i have big news.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">really big news.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but, its too exciting to spoil it in this little post.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so a "good" post will be created as soon as</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">time allows me to sit down and compose.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hang in there blog and friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i haven't forgotten you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in fact, i have missed you dearly.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">xo</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-76474084719072948252010-04-26T10:51:00.000-07:002010-04-26T12:06:05.887-07:00to: him<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/S9XZXA2I79I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UEnvRrcDdbQ/s1600/Picture+4.png"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/S9XZXA2I79I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UEnvRrcDdbQ/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464512712271261650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(i hope he doesn't check my blog for awhile, because he would probably kill </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">me for posting this </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">handsome</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> picture of him. shhh!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">happy birthday!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">you're 24 today.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"that's nuts."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i wish i were home to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">celebrate </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">with you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we would eat chocolate cake.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">probably go get a bubble tea.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i'd kiss you <i>just</i> a couple times.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you'd open my awesome present</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(which i'm crossing my fingers for, in hopes that you will love it)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we would snuggle the night away.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and yes, i would spank you 24 times.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">i hope you have a fantastic birthday!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i'm sad i don't get to be with you on your special day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">however, don't you worry- we'll celebrate it the second I get home. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">oh and one more thing...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"my favorite month is April. why? because that's when you were born" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">xoxo</span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-75540616212514438912010-04-21T11:23:00.000-07:002010-04-21T11:46:32.343-07:00timeless inspiration<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">simply obsessed with this</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. yes, i have seen it a million times and there's a good chance you have too. but, it never fails to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">inspire</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> me. what a lovely dancer. <i>beautiful</i> body, technique and control. she has the ability to transform simplicity into brilliance. this film for me, speaks the epitome of a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ballerina</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. on top of that, i </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> the music; which i'm determined is the reasoning behind why i get the chills every time i watch it. not to mention, it is my </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ultimate dream and fantasy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> to dance on a <i>bare stage in an empty theater. </i>as always, after watching this video i'm beyond </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">motivated </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to dance my little heart away</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. i am inspired to gain such a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">beauty and grace</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. i want to own the stage as she does, and capture the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">elegance yet power</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in performing.</span></div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz2Gp7a38DM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz2Gp7a38DM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-91101960277253626492010-04-20T21:55:00.000-07:002010-04-21T11:13:27.716-07:00{hate}<div style="text-align: center;">i <i>hate</i> when people gossip, assume, whisper and judge.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">speaking ill of someone else, is a sign of weakness in your own character. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> doing laundry.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">why am i tall? hanging everything i own, is a hassle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> falling short of high expectations.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i consider it failure.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> slackers.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">responsibility is a commitment in and of itself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> throwing up.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hands down, the biggest fear of my life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> secrets.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">why? well, i suppose i have a phobia of the unknown.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> being homesick.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">only get it every so often. but, it hits hard. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> heartbreaks and breaking hearts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hearts are fragile, easily damaged and often hard to repair.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i <i>hate</i> regrets.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">life is a gift too valuable to underestimate. make the most of things. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ironically, i <i>hate</i> the word </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">hate</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">love</span></b> is all you need. </span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-14109178360271237862010-04-19T14:49:00.000-07:002010-04-19T14:54:27.922-07:00crunch time<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">well, my friends... its </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">crunch time</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">meaning two weeks until opening night. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">yikes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">staging, choreography to learn, tech week, etc.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it's time to give up diet coke and sweets.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">even a bigger yikes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i realize that is crunch time for a lot of you out there.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">deadlines, finals, due dates, etc.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">let's do this together.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hang in there.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i wish you luck</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">p.s. i can't wait until may 1st. hurry up already.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm so anxious to see emily, jules. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and of course my family. </span></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180344254057620905.post-43929891939894143132010-04-16T13:19:00.000-07:002010-04-16T13:43:44.172-07:00a true "jule"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/S8jK7FiUNGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qDWaJlec8fw/s1600/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WisstLXjpUQ/S8jK7FiUNGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qDWaJlec8fw/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460837664633926754" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> i just love this girl. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">one of those we consider a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">true beauty</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> inside and out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> lovely, lovely lady. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> always radiating with love, smiles and kindness.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> best laugh out there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> the world is better because of her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> example</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> to all- </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in showing that life is real and beautiful</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> the gospel is true, and she</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> knows</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> naturally, she owns a spot on the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">'best friend'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> list.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> she means the world to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">following your dreams is a common aspiration of ours.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> however, she is far more </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">talented</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> than i am.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b> <a href="http://www.myspace.com/julesmorrow/playlists">listen</a></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> now. or you'll miss out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">good luck with conquering the world of music.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> you have got it at the tip of your fingers.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> i simply </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div>check <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><a href="http://thejulesjourney.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">her</span></a></span></b> out for yourself. watcha waitin' for?</div><div> she's unreal. </div><div><br /></div>dance yourself sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121550639701104607noreply@blogger.com2