tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36558273150555913422024-03-05T11:18:48.837-08:00Sku's CluesIt's time.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-39995766682281562292010-05-20T13:37:00.000-07:002010-05-20T13:51:36.728-07:00Married Life and New BlogSo, we're married, it's weird and perfect and wonderful. And sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and wonder who is in my bed. But, then I remember the whole married thing.<br /><br />I don't have any professional pictures yet. But, as soon as I get them, I will post them here for your stalking pleasure. Actually I will be posting them <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://weareguest.blogspot.com/">here</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span>which is our new married blog. There isn't anything on there yet except a really awesome picture of me smashing cake in Josh's face.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-25393205710417910552010-04-19T10:45:00.000-07:002010-04-21T18:51:51.519-07:00You know it's love<div style="text-align: center;">When your fiance will hang up your laundry for you. And he'll organize it by style, color, and on the right hanger. In return, I decided to share the closet and gave Josh almost half of it. Almost.<br /><br /><br />Here's to 12 days until I'm Mrs. Guest, moving into our new house, and still having OCD.<br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-36203313738002224292010-04-01T14:03:00.000-07:002010-04-01T14:48:35.513-07:001 short monthOne month from today, Josh and I will be getting married, which is pretty much amazing. Mainly because we'll finally be married! But a close second is because wedding planning will be <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">over</span></span>. Here are some things I've learned about planning a wedding.<br /><ul><li>If you register for something stupid, someone will buy it</li><li>If you register for basic, like silverware, NO ONE will buy it</li><li>You will forgot who you've sent invitations to and who you have not.<br />Which will in turn make your mother mad. </li><li>You will start to leave notes, addresses, and lists all over any scrap of paper you can find. You will still forget things. See above.<br /></li><li>If your seamstress says it will take about 3 fittings to finish your wedding dress. She really means 7, and she'll still sew your beading on crooked.<br /></li></ul>I'll be doing my preceptorship next year on the medical floor at UVRMC. Since ER was taken and UVU won't even offer labor and delivery as a preceptorship (poo), I think the medical floor was a great option. It also means I only have 1 more semester of nursing school! and of course, <span style="font-style: italic;">1 month until wedded bliss!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFrTvBionsYv4OAzZVYvJn6nCHWQfe360vIjx-ddGd6VYtjBnZr2g4Jr7pNz5Cl-U62fS_lPjq8oSCWkNg75sceYqCfX0YUaM0RJCbv42hnj7Y45smY7oK4XhbPMPWkLeszoIrNx37w/s1600/5.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFrTvBionsYv4OAzZVYvJn6nCHWQfe360vIjx-ddGd6VYtjBnZr2g4Jr7pNz5Cl-U62fS_lPjq8oSCWkNg75sceYqCfX0YUaM0RJCbv42hnj7Y45smY7oK4XhbPMPWkLeszoIrNx37w/s400/5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455281587812016018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-11043656334180869932010-03-12T09:28:00.000-08:002010-03-12T09:30:56.442-08:0050 days Left<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDKYxcqWrVQI9hvmAEKtMMtw9rsehd2AaK5R4CIMCHCxITsmGcoHPS6eZi1JpC4g0GxDtoJBjrXB9c-DuuDLv3ly81_IW2HrB77gz3-oUBhMqsJgx_-xJxo_yVFPGbl8B360ZIm7Oeg/s1600-h/502058120_1765829977_0.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDKYxcqWrVQI9hvmAEKtMMtw9rsehd2AaK5R4CIMCHCxITsmGcoHPS6eZi1JpC4g0GxDtoJBjrXB9c-DuuDLv3ly81_IW2HrB77gz3-oUBhMqsJgx_-xJxo_yVFPGbl8B360ZIm7Oeg/s400/502058120_1765829977_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447800804843765026" border="0" /></a><br />And I cannot wait<br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-70555340460088756042010-01-21T14:02:00.000-08:002010-01-21T15:04:00.480-08:00Updates and suchIt's been a while since I blogged, mostly because I'm busy and I know no one reads this anyways.<br />Firstly, I got <span style="font-size:180%;">engaged </span><a href="http://guestmusings.blogspot.com/"></a>here, at the Oakland Temple (we're also getting married here, convenient, huh?)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Q7UgcRnTHSmrcPFAHVgR-p1_Spm0S-V1poh_EHhUaKoAOS38pgLvQOMo-IjGDXd_cMKJtzB5r1bfyAr5A8cDz0ruf4JarLa9OzxQdlelIfVA0LKZ13r5Ye66-wYeQuUh-6g6ooRvbQ/s1600-h/temple.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Q7UgcRnTHSmrcPFAHVgR-p1_Spm0S-V1poh_EHhUaKoAOS38pgLvQOMo-IjGDXd_cMKJtzB5r1bfyAr5A8cDz0ruf4JarLa9OzxQdlelIfVA0LKZ13r5Ye66-wYeQuUh-6g6ooRvbQ/s400/temple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429319196253838930" border="0" /></a></div>We spent all of Christmas break together, traveled to Morgan Hill to meet my family, to Klamath Falls to see his, to Portland to see his sister, to Boise where we got stranded on New Year's Eve, and back to Provo. The good news though, is that after 52 hours and 2,850 miles in a car together, we're still engaged. Must be love.<br /><br />Wedding plans are going great. Most everything is planned already and laid out in my lovely google doc. I went dress shopping with my roommate, <a href="http://babycupcakesmakemecry.blogspot.com/2010/01/hidden-talent.html">Stefi </a>two weeks ago. And, after just 2 short hours of shopping, I bought a dress. It's lovely, covered in lace, and best of all, within my budget. You'll have to use your imagination though, because I'm not going to post a picture of it.<br /><br />Josh got into BYU Law School. I'm so excited for him. I know law school will be a great experience, granted he survives it. I'm excited because we get to stay in Provo (never thought I would say that), and I can finally finish school. I graduate from nursing school in December. The end is in sight.<br /><br />Sometimes, I still can't believe it's Josh. This guy who has been in my life for 2 years now, who helped me <a href="http://skusenthecarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/maiden-post-interpreted-by.html">start a blog</a> to begin with, and now I'm going to marry him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_Yxya77PfY-fwm9I8zx-AywhQtXd78TY1OdGhRDbvHMTQnbw8KhKgFVxE8eJ_FXGxiFVLO-Q3n26KFfBWsjtIiNmbzi2mX-n5OVRw7LZjrIrr7Ci5nht5vPMG1xIMU9SYbugp87T7A/s1600-h/fgssdf.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_Yxya77PfY-fwm9I8zx-AywhQtXd78TY1OdGhRDbvHMTQnbw8KhKgFVxE8eJ_FXGxiFVLO-Q3n26KFfBWsjtIiNmbzi2mX-n5OVRw7LZjrIrr7Ci5nht5vPMG1xIMU9SYbugp87T7A/s320/fgssdf.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429330296503609794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdii__r7QNHTCNYvmr97SmVALzW9G-mFz71hTS-s8q7SWvLzeBJsdqrz4yIZzpxKnqJyQcopoCclCdOqdXX85hoDR4D48xA57V0gn4md4XjNagl6EhtKOH05uPmAxyX0-AXqHzuRWZw/s1600-h/sdgkjdlg.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdii__r7QNHTCNYvmr97SmVALzW9G-mFz71hTS-s8q7SWvLzeBJsdqrz4yIZzpxKnqJyQcopoCclCdOqdXX85hoDR4D48xA57V0gn4md4XjNagl6EhtKOH05uPmAxyX0-AXqHzuRWZw/s320/sdgkjdlg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429330357924177058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Life is funny. Never would have Guessed.<br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-20147683738304780462009-12-16T17:31:00.001-08:002009-12-16T17:35:41.431-08:00Nearly Died<div style="text-align: center;">When I saw this friendly guy on my mailbox as I was walking by.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadzJcGYAE6YOOyuThwstxa-iXHguE5WhfVTw7brZxFgW9S9ZpGPe04YTdTmQ6ewcazdprCiuhrAaCZN0xqaTXJZOeZNTtxBt2hJ5uoipauszrtHPq4lBoZ0ina20lKBdaO0AuOzRATA/s1600-h/snakey.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadzJcGYAE6YOOyuThwstxa-iXHguE5WhfVTw7brZxFgW9S9ZpGPe04YTdTmQ6ewcazdprCiuhrAaCZN0xqaTXJZOeZNTtxBt2hJ5uoipauszrtHPq4lBoZ0ina20lKBdaO0AuOzRATA/s400/snakey.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416011852483461298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Dear Foxwood Residents,<br /><br />If anyone has lost their (illegally kept) pet snake, I have found it. It is on my mailbox. Dead. Please remove it, so I can check my mail without screaming.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />Susan<br /></div></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-77030215525605532112009-12-03T13:56:00.000-08:002009-12-03T14:11:30.100-08:00SometimesI feel like nursing school is just one big hoop that I have to jump through. And every semester the hoop gets taller, and I lose the strength and desire to jump. Still, I do it anyways in the hopes that it will all be worth it one day. That or I'll drop dead from exhaustion and none of this will matter anyways.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Finals!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One day I'll blog about my trip to Paris. Until then, enjoy this picture.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTnfLV3Jq6cPVDJ9U9UFTUChdT7EQ2_906ls6AF6np7bj_2FD44zaHSDvfJjOVSTN9sYfqovlWXDNYuV7HNHlQ2gLWLplvyw7cOLn40gWjPh8KLKkqQxAbWCwfqD5-7QUYFBPK8gaxw/s1600-h/pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTnfLV3Jq6cPVDJ9U9UFTUChdT7EQ2_906ls6AF6np7bj_2FD44zaHSDvfJjOVSTN9sYfqovlWXDNYuV7HNHlQ2gLWLplvyw7cOLn40gWjPh8KLKkqQxAbWCwfqD5-7QUYFBPK8gaxw/s400/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411135349653669522" border="0" /></a>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-55790110138283724212009-11-07T12:24:00.000-08:002009-11-07T12:38:29.801-08:00How to improve employee morale<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMCyk1hkPOXmwt2Kp7XSEEj2rE8nEyV5Cr1VHLXK0f1PqA5cHh_II-7A6KDGnIehidoNbSEMMonj4iFHFeg1aYXYZrAOUFAHIGF3CI-K9CpZ_Lt0zVo79jXHLexO-mRP5ChqvhA9vEw/s1600-h/456002994_1590675049_432427032_1257625383461.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMCyk1hkPOXmwt2Kp7XSEEj2rE8nEyV5Cr1VHLXK0f1PqA5cHh_II-7A6KDGnIehidoNbSEMMonj4iFHFeg1aYXYZrAOUFAHIGF3CI-K9CpZ_Lt0zVo79jXHLexO-mRP5ChqvhA9vEw/s400/456002994_1590675049_432427032_1257625383461.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401460266186039874" border="0" /></a>While I was at work today a little girl came by and discretely dropped this note off on my desk. Best part of my day, and that's saying something. I got free breakfast at work and there was bacon involved.<br /><br />In other news, I turned 21 last Friday. Not sure how I feel about that. Turned out to be a good birthday though. One of the best.<br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-70651674461944527642009-10-23T13:28:00.000-07:002009-10-23T13:29:34.840-07:00166<div style="text-align: center;">The number of voicemails I've checked so far at work.<br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-86040422949747285412009-09-25T15:08:00.000-07:002009-09-25T15:12:31.691-07:00French LessonsI'm going to France in November with my family, and my dad keeps bugging me to practice my French.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/slP4oNsJsHs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/slP4oNsJsHs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><br />Mission accomplished I'd say.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-41972586817697161172009-09-18T15:38:00.000-07:002009-09-18T16:15:07.242-07:00Epic Fail<div style="text-align: center;">I got this back from a presentation I did a few weeks ago.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2IUeAp8SwWx16BrZU_ZkmScEL-EDYZIWi041axJMyujxPnc371Koo8U0TrC-AuGIm9uX3o_BVU7xjQKvCcippWnWGv_vgZzsrMz-x8MURJ5HerjGHIAGZPkSAqGK7zG901PyYdFiIQ/s1600-h/436382053_1517281314_412989265_1253314244538.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2IUeAp8SwWx16BrZU_ZkmScEL-EDYZIWi041axJMyujxPnc371Koo8U0TrC-AuGIm9uX3o_BVU7xjQKvCcippWnWGv_vgZzsrMz-x8MURJ5HerjGHIAGZPkSAqGK7zG901PyYdFiIQ/s400/436382053_1517281314_412989265_1253314244538.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943814079040498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcPyDpoAZdrdSevySCDc17FkqXi_P7G6p-fnlOl_DqHJxVjNXMnPV-Ywa2ZfBKkkg9M5fQWgzE6Pvn28xZYZk2ErS4ng6SYP79hIpLa3Y-aYoexlaIt3vE1GFZUYzfZO9ltZ0OLpHrA/s1600-h/436377192_1517263203_0.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcPyDpoAZdrdSevySCDc17FkqXi_P7G6p-fnlOl_DqHJxVjNXMnPV-Ywa2ZfBKkkg9M5fQWgzE6Pvn28xZYZk2ErS4ng6SYP79hIpLa3Y-aYoexlaIt3vE1GFZUYzfZO9ltZ0OLpHrA/s200/436377192_1517263203_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382946097258657890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWlhHgh9mEHMfgQzWqRQg3-ZS2BlXEVPdKVWuTMghG4S3uGqbvpqiCOghcFtx3ZLrCDGqcgiEJZIhsR0vj00KLGVMnYXRZV6I_2911-BNqJw37Kd-0OVyvdr8k2UlQfVmk5hyyvZO6w/s1600-h/436377624_1517264774_0.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWlhHgh9mEHMfgQzWqRQg3-ZS2BlXEVPdKVWuTMghG4S3uGqbvpqiCOghcFtx3ZLrCDGqcgiEJZIhsR0vj00KLGVMnYXRZV6I_2911-BNqJw37Kd-0OVyvdr8k2UlQfVmk5hyyvZO6w/s200/436377624_1517264774_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382945766032886530" border="0" /></a>That's right. Straight zeros. I didn't even know that you could prepare and present a project and still get no points at all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />These were all her notes on my presentation. But, don't worry, she left me with some great final words.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJa29et2-af_SiuREA0PcyEB5YCPottNFMH0V9tozaUxE2dzn5mFuQPGfN9iTP2NYUEEHZVbuVQbZ4kk9KPx6PKa-X3eW8Cktx5bt3RInLXVdiYr9npQ7jvwikaezTfL_PCNvDNaqoA/s1600-h/436382349_1517282407_0.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJa29et2-af_SiuREA0PcyEB5YCPottNFMH0V9tozaUxE2dzn5mFuQPGfN9iTP2NYUEEHZVbuVQbZ4kk9KPx6PKa-X3eW8Cktx5bt3RInLXVdiYr9npQ7jvwikaezTfL_PCNvDNaqoA/s400/436382349_1517282407_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382946700910869602" border="0" /></a><br />I think this semester is starting out well, don't you?<br /><br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-66123548433945310152009-08-09T12:58:00.001-07:002009-08-09T17:29:26.756-07:00I suppose we are related after all..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-bD-mAmlA2HuDU75MpkSMIFjEMwOMhvoc0J6_bxBj1XVuOxpFyqgo7ejkGLvMj3d0mkBPJh0QhyphenhyphenIpWQz1lle6YlIg5w13Go7P1LINF5SEUv40w7Aq9V-y8p7BcHBBEYyX8SJujDeJg/s1600-h/771246664603_0_BG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076052467598386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-bD-mAmlA2HuDU75MpkSMIFjEMwOMhvoc0J6_bxBj1XVuOxpFyqgo7ejkGLvMj3d0mkBPJh0QhyphenhyphenIpWQz1lle6YlIg5w13Go7P1LINF5SEUv40w7Aq9V-y8p7BcHBBEYyX8SJujDeJg/s200/771246664603_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiKHcIYgO3sCL6ycZ0XIIw-Kp6QBVNvaPgvTTuLBxLU6095EzQ1Pewx1q_EYx62TLJxCBQTwfORo1anAeqXp2T9B1uON2XKD5CrDZZZgihvkSZkIuyNjP0W3a2oMjgI9nA9osPitY1w/s1600-h/DSCN1581.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076463288773858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiKHcIYgO3sCL6ycZ0XIIw-Kp6QBVNvaPgvTTuLBxLU6095EzQ1Pewx1q_EYx62TLJxCBQTwfORo1anAeqXp2T9B1uON2XKD5CrDZZZgihvkSZkIuyNjP0W3a2oMjgI9nA9osPitY1w/s200/DSCN1581.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br />Why my dad and I feel the need to pose like this, I do not know.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTv_Zza7aa8CDetLkBid2bNltM_c3WBmeupocSXJGfbiZtLBhYe0-V6CFEcnuTjlOdBZIfJeHl2WcjY5tGYprDiKR6_uURDvkmofsXtDh1aOPYeG0pboEFcdp4jzaulTnl9bJ3UCCMkA/s1600-h/353205685703_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368123214409694114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTv_Zza7aa8CDetLkBid2bNltM_c3WBmeupocSXJGfbiZtLBhYe0-V6CFEcnuTjlOdBZIfJeHl2WcjY5tGYprDiKR6_uURDvkmofsXtDh1aOPYeG0pboEFcdp4jzaulTnl9bJ3UCCMkA/s200/353205685703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCP2oLH9fRali4tO1f_DgxqtkkouZrLFXM_DjfudnxWVjKT_FhtgXgZtDriSmz1XJHCScaMjxi84YIyv-rrPkBGW74eg8F2GYYVcdIwlM_G-1YOm6pOcGDtGJRA5bOggI483lb412YmA/s1600-h/DSCF0563.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368123506674250018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCP2oLH9fRali4tO1f_DgxqtkkouZrLFXM_DjfudnxWVjKT_FhtgXgZtDriSmz1XJHCScaMjxi84YIyv-rrPkBGW74eg8F2GYYVcdIwlM_G-1YOm6pOcGDtGJRA5bOggI483lb412YmA/s200/DSCF0563.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />But apparently I have the same interests as a 6 year old.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTr_r1j456FOaeeXf1IGruE_qbP5rGU9RWUia66QdryAqOiz4CYSjtkjEZFdrHltALzjIQT3iHJ5uDlplBk-8dKM5CAnjol_fNuvqH-_zwr05ND6GXHSHfyEvehKYXDrDIv_H4eZNEjw/s1600-h/184970907206_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368124866831443074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTr_r1j456FOaeeXf1IGruE_qbP5rGU9RWUia66QdryAqOiz4CYSjtkjEZFdrHltALzjIQT3iHJ5uDlplBk-8dKM5CAnjol_fNuvqH-_zwr05ND6GXHSHfyEvehKYXDrDIv_H4eZNEjw/s200/184970907206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpxCeJxJm_mg2bZpYIKfQhqbXNJec7LZoIJDgDaDs6p8vERTFXJEc3Vw_K21bn659zLeSimBjNbTlQ5HinEHVsKMM_hVLFcgOqBdZwekwjw9sdCuK4ZRfsAlTVRmPxMkjj4UGuR7VSA/s1600-h/may+2009+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368125078668505762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpxCeJxJm_mg2bZpYIKfQhqbXNJec7LZoIJDgDaDs6p8vERTFXJEc3Vw_K21bn659zLeSimBjNbTlQ5HinEHVsKMM_hVLFcgOqBdZwekwjw9sdCuK4ZRfsAlTVRmPxMkjj4UGuR7VSA/s200/may+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVA1cEC72uXgHbDyFtK9S0pkQcjmEkQ4LBPB9apvFp45nZD5EcAGI70MWW5QkZIqGyRiwFBLqVi8tJqCTZQZf4Rpt3Xyp-qXT1uugGV04jAs0fKZaGW_a7BitGlVp32AoRuMgnnnd8fg/s1600-h/homecoming+054.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div>And dress like a 2 year old. Awesome. People are right, I do like to wear costumes. </div></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-63886083505877836002009-07-26T17:46:00.000-07:002009-07-26T17:51:28.378-07:00Tales from a Fat KidSo late one night, I drive over to Heritage to pick up <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.babycupcakesmakemecry.blogspot.com">Stefi</a> from EFY for a sonic run. The order went something like this.<br /><br /><ul><li>1 small chicken sandwhich</li><li>1 small hamburger</li><li>1 order mozzarella sticks</li><li>1 small corn dog</li><li>1 small cheesy frito wrap</li><li>1 small cool breeze drink</li><li>1 chocolate malk</li><li>1 lime cream slush</li></ul><p>Grand total: $13.57</p><p>The server sounded dumbfounded asking us if that was it. Clearly he does not know us very well. </p>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-10544234573366675282009-07-16T12:54:00.000-07:002009-07-16T13:03:48.513-07:00Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter!<div align="center">Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</span></em> </div><div align="center">came out yesterday!<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Unfortunately, we could not go see it at midnight since most of my friends have real jobs or something weird like that, so we went at 7:45 pm. Which was almost better since we were the only people dressed up haha, and we of course got some very strange looks. A friend from home asked me if this was a costume. I said sarcastically, "No, I wear this all the time."<br /><em>His response: "I don't know, I've seen you in this outfit before."</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Ahh.. the life of a nerd</em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149501322464866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6F12ZZcTOK4Dk2laFCet_dDxjmd7vVTumPm36PTHcTqMLHTYxnCUrI-fLBeAvGjZUoIGpX22kL9MZdEELpWpoS-Rr0aDRSD9VPkFbsu90PqlfDun6lCcxOkWGg7b__kLHZ6LhtiaJEg/s320/DSCF5318.JPG" border="0" /><br />I made pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and licorice wands.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149841587469794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYOT-9PDLVPh7tsYN-Vx85yinBVFNjso3PaTuSZFdgjCPwUS8ivhZ1S4gi_Z-Y4hK5tVYW2oC1iq675NcmIa8H4NNzROzjBRkQQmFZRvNxX-Yn3kFqCp0BkmuA2ApX-ipiodwui1WdA/s200/DSCF0592.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd10f-VDWuqKAHkUA7lOGZ7p21l39aEWbt6L6cvlnCsGaR7g048S53rjUGlejTSmbAVs7Ifsk8ZsLQNE5DSSQuZ9wrBQ0I3XFxUIbJa6iO7u0nn2MZgZFDS-ghyphenhyphen0kQbZk87Jhxlr7gyg/s1600-h/DSCF0594.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149933569603250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd10f-VDWuqKAHkUA7lOGZ7p21l39aEWbt6L6cvlnCsGaR7g048S53rjUGlejTSmbAVs7Ifsk8ZsLQNE5DSSQuZ9wrBQ0I3XFxUIbJa6iO7u0nn2MZgZFDS-ghyphenhyphen0kQbZk87Jhxlr7gyg/s200/DSCF0594.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I think at the next movie premiere, I'm going to branch out and sell these suckers. Look how cute!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd10f-VDWuqKAHkUA7lOGZ7p21l39aEWbt6L6cvlnCsGaR7g048S53rjUGlejTSmbAVs7Ifsk8ZsLQNE5DSSQuZ9wrBQ0I3XFxUIbJa6iO7u0nn2MZgZFDS-ghyphenhyphen0kQbZk87Jhxlr7gyg/s1600-h/DSCF0594.JPG"></a><br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-29882432015957814842009-07-02T12:58:00.000-07:002009-07-02T13:14:26.265-07:00Introducing..<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Jarrett William Puente!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Born June 21, 2009 at 8:52 am</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">8 pounds 6 oz. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">21 inches long</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954981816418978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU76TocwnudCd0kXxWUHBCPEoTiiZ1zgz8PKJf_sOW6S5j4vD_gCZTC28MQ2ChG_VuihePCceEPhQ2xNRLiJ1_8nVtPGw5upyB5CP9uom_jyU3t-BpjiMjpNWfbI5h8sW4aEP-hQCb3Q/s320/150621054703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">My favorite sister, okay, my only sister, Jennifer had a baby boy on Father's Day. Needless to say, she didn't buy her husband anything. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#330000;">But the best part is...I got to suprise my family and come home for it. I drove home Saturday and nearly gave my parents a heart attack when they saw me in their garage. I had been talking to my mom on and off all day, and she kept asking me what I was doing. Oh you know just hanging out, a.k.a. driving through Nevada. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Anyways, welcome to the fam, Jarrett. And in case you were wondering, my family is now 4 for 4 on grandkids having "J" names. Sigh. Curse of the Carr's.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353956892000366370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QvpWXWdfo8RFZjNO_QBzi-N_9AIRhGpNrZP3wvrdRR-NbTg8sWsDttXdS5aUY4sJ0U2_s6IPQSyq0iDLW-j1LJLXiWLK9MLOWgpt6W7Sint_pLwY9JSDU3lJ2MTgsKgZqmMgLNv1og/s320/187280054703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#330000;">He loves his Auntie Susan. Notice how peacefully he is sleeping in my arms.</span></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353957199985590786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMjd6PFggC0LBbvvdPUbcQVAxD5UTOO73Cqz9DxEsjCnzJqqk3NY-RWZC36RUcRH9yyZCVYOwkIlSkYSTBFhj9MoQyCFuCCQHaF1isFICXzTgUPuscXI9wmnaDwrXmLnsCEAVYRauew/s320/347663054703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">He's a little more upset about Jeff holding him. I'm just kidding my brother-in-law is a great dad.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353957647571725634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrq7VxleHQKO9_xeliNkEc-F6kdZ9WdAoQd75PFuon7Br4cc-DA7mIddd8sw_6E_q_OEhnB2I29JkJRpCd7vcVD6Bj2W4l7uK5d1CygZpMI0Zi91lNwVaYr_fwf4q7RXp2upFgR_DPgA/s320/DSCF0572.JPG" border="0" /></p>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-54060289441722661352009-06-12T19:27:00.000-07:002009-06-12T19:43:39.834-07:00Bored Blogging<div align="center">Being stuck inside this apartment (or quarantined if you will) really sucks. </div><p align="center">On the plus side, Stefi and I made this today. Great way to spend my endless amounts of time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVKsb9iU9Bt8JrRk1asS5Ag1qBvNIWzjYZZQzhyVgwGIQOAfegQqZsRKooEWZdacK-QJ4v0v9iofh8zTEG0k8N1hox5J_1_SvKFcWukR-4zUtJFdSZgqkly4xF5G8q1EDUx-jRLUtcQ/s1600-h/DSCF0534.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346635259114210210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVKsb9iU9Bt8JrRk1asS5Ag1qBvNIWzjYZZQzhyVgwGIQOAfegQqZsRKooEWZdacK-QJ4v0v9iofh8zTEG0k8N1hox5J_1_SvKFcWukR-4zUtJFdSZgqkly4xF5G8q1EDUx-jRLUtcQ/s400/DSCF0534.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEspuYbc6MxULY95n9a6ecVVxOW2L1Y6JQPNKb86Wc5R0zejU4u2gvuFxtlHbEwwBjpOtons4ST3Qd-MPs1I_V6cef0KBNR3GDnlnYpxdYxlsvjdZw-yUoKA41Ep9kHgnbt14skPe4rA/s1600-h/DSCF0535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346635368273030322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEspuYbc6MxULY95n9a6ecVVxOW2L1Y6JQPNKb86Wc5R0zejU4u2gvuFxtlHbEwwBjpOtons4ST3Qd-MPs1I_V6cef0KBNR3GDnlnYpxdYxlsvjdZw-yUoKA41Ep9kHgnbt14skPe4rA/s400/DSCF0535.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346635041370805122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AruPogZP9aeXjsEqClfEaJEsjsLDplPblmlhyphenhyphenxx6nlPxX5c_Usd94-R-aFkzmY0GAXnbz2jY9hapAk-letHc4oLQ4oU8cBXAUYSVCwvru1siigTq3A19IAiR-E_OcE-Z7TSd0ulSGg/s400/DSCF0533.JPG" border="0" /> <p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346635721572139330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS5JaurkKAjqoJfRU8weiL3346-DXQNO4EVVksX8C2U3ORkdMsQhh-M6OqSSFjVO4LfTYLE9YdVQbZNNwyFGKa42UePF_DrsjmLnxXIDO3daQtrmVujvMquj-j7Zt1au0WJ2tbKJoGg/s320/DSCF0538.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Stephanie and Chris brought me some flowers today because I've been so sick lately. They are so sweet. Bryce then told me that he was going to put them on my grave when I die of swine flu. <em>Thanks.</em></p>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-11056676370399997102009-06-12T12:15:00.000-07:002009-06-12T18:18:53.302-07:00Wedding Fun<div align="center">Last Friday I had the opportunity to help my roommate <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.babycupcakesmakemecry.blogspot.com">Stefi </a>with her sister, Sarah's wedding. It was such a beautiful wedding, and I honestly had so much fun helping out.</div><br /><div align="center">And since I got the flu on Monday and have been down for the count since then, I have decided to blog about my wedding involvement. </div><br /><div align="center">I drove up to Holladay at 9 am, wrote down Stefi's address wrong, but got there ok in the end. I was then put to work making some centerpieces. I wish I could take credit for the design here. But I think they turned out just lovely.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346534216748162450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCochIaRus-0LqADX6QJ36lKcLrthbYO7smmtclVIN7_Q6rYKNdrHJxDVt1kHw3Ex_4f0nrxN0CA7ogb5-x_IGMxTt2zz9lcQ099UmwJAdfhwdTA4c4vUJ9y4jpIvxbZQ4kLlxrgjs-w/s400/DSC03416.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />Sarah's toss bouquet<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346535927863675266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JjdX_vBGeP3wtj_vGK_Yfy-9gXc9_tLEjExqBft1CuTc5D7Hpq2KpuC_dc3vR-AcUKa-dgqgHNtukBcUe29cqskyQcc1wFp2WFySzEZt9uiU8hqUrI3dOirjyW4XyUydnGzrmwqGow/s320/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />And her real bouquet. Ignore the obnoxious look on my face.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346536239350121026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNVfFBDXSC1oeZ8gjyVsxSAuUKfay0DYlhQMyZrYbyRCp6W2hbbWZM4RLjwi8_veviOlebRvs5Plmt75HQAu5mkoG4A73ik3XO3G-5VUH7sRcw85dzFe0WjCwDiW0UKnLvd0ptT0ogw/s320/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">Another cute piece. Everything was so adorable. I seriously only followed directions<br /></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346536739339800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWk_U4s_3eMIkQpw_ZzlhdHgMMIo9ISESof5c1NpUvYde5FkIlsLEWS1O-4DXiTdTA-wSXk96NnGBNl8Xidk9z0F0SizUqb-m-PtxtMZY188cpW6jNsSrSwC71EwP2JaMNoh2Bghh0g/s320/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" /> </p><br /><p align="center">An abnormally large amount of brown and pink candy and desserts.<br /></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZXrY0XEMMc4uXfefh7dDcBFa4Di1-LFctakTtHRIWxwPZ6Sob3iTQHHVqjU4ZHBxKmB8XWTqj1y8q7qtPDrftIA-QSLZE0RaeA_vEHk8Gy8Oc9LKIMEH_nQZQvdqgftTa8ZqncKRkA/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346537625422149042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZXrY0XEMMc4uXfefh7dDcBFa4Di1-LFctakTtHRIWxwPZ6Sob3iTQHHVqjU4ZHBxKmB8XWTqj1y8q7qtPDrftIA-QSLZE0RaeA_vEHk8Gy8Oc9LKIMEH_nQZQvdqgftTa8ZqncKRkA/s200/DSC03394.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Q2tAic1PLEn3nr3wcOniFUFOPj_5UOCn17_FYO1abyKeqJKsnqc9UizvC4gN4PY2o1CjTDRkgwMGS45OtAKEwLXsKP2aki_zHRpoeQeqe57FuHfMYw0UdKQ1D72_Xl1zG3WTAcTOMQ/s1600-h/DSC03393.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346537259506094466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Q2tAic1PLEn3nr3wcOniFUFOPj_5UOCn17_FYO1abyKeqJKsnqc9UizvC4gN4PY2o1CjTDRkgwMGS45OtAKEwLXsKP2aki_zHRpoeQeqe57FuHfMYw0UdKQ1D72_Xl1zG3WTAcTOMQ/s200/DSC03393.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZXrY0XEMMc4uXfefh7dDcBFa4Di1-LFctakTtHRIWxwPZ6Sob3iTQHHVqjU4ZHBxKmB8XWTqj1y8q7qtPDrftIA-QSLZE0RaeA_vEHk8Gy8Oc9LKIMEH_nQZQvdqgftTa8ZqncKRkA/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZXrY0XEMMc4uXfefh7dDcBFa4Di1-LFctakTtHRIWxwPZ6Sob3iTQHHVqjU4ZHBxKmB8XWTqj1y8q7qtPDrftIA-QSLZE0RaeA_vEHk8Gy8Oc9LKIMEH_nQZQvdqgftTa8ZqncKRkA/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZXrY0XEMMc4uXfefh7dDcBFa4Di1-LFctakTtHRIWxwPZ6Sob3iTQHHVqjU4ZHBxKmB8XWTqj1y8q7qtPDrftIA-QSLZE0RaeA_vEHk8Gy8Oc9LKIMEH_nQZQvdqgftTa8ZqncKRkA/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZXrY0XEMMc4uXfefh7dDcBFa4Di1-LFctakTtHRIWxwPZ6Sob3iTQHHVqjU4ZHBxKmB8XWTqj1y8q7qtPDrftIA-QSLZE0RaeA_vEHk8Gy8Oc9LKIMEH_nQZQvdqgftTa8ZqncKRkA/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"></a><br /><p align="center">The best part of the wedding was definately the time I got to spend with Stefi. I missed her so much while she was gone doing wedding stuff all week. Don't Go!! </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346538565576856226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUvCVsmbHj9GjzfRqSyZnBWZpryp-RB776g71GDTORUebQ8WqHQQuxF2yJlm8Logs_b8efzP0PPTBHoQnnlAwDFPRbofiBlFoeajsdzPHbAx7chVxITc0b_sdzqLk-0iRsM5MJby4gA/s320/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZXrY0XEMMc4uXfefh7dDcBFa4Di1-LFctakTtHRIWxwPZ6Sob3iTQHHVqjU4ZHBxKmB8XWTqj1y8q7qtPDrftIA-QSLZE0RaeA_vEHk8Gy8Oc9LKIMEH_nQZQvdqgftTa8ZqncKRkA/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"></a>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-29696251530718492512009-06-01T15:33:00.000-07:002009-06-01T15:41:55.112-07:00I need a job<div align="center">Last night I made chicken pot pie. Without chicken for myself.<br /><br />So it's been a lonely weekend.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Then this happened...<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342491534704226658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgix33ZOGjETlvMVvQ7UmJk-AYDgmCoDisAhTC3FbQVT07CnB9-9NC8-rEqlA3ntslF_dOaLs3Z348eMbBdr8Lw9EYuIig3c91cT3HBrlpPSd7UfLjJpEStKMyoViFQRpd19q06ntp0gw/s320/DSCF0515.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">So turns out I'm lonely and fat.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But boy am I talented. Thats right, I embroidered my blood pressure cuff. I've reached a whole new level of boredom.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342492412535076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1VbejnRUBkl516fZLc-MUTMOdQxkeTpmBd04Vj36vqHC0rPts2v7fmQf2fW4EOHJove7Ih8Kdo4mbj5oQHl5_t4ggRnhs26jXqnS9IaUdNif4xEgxhbPgrZMRJO-z6lp5KOOR7y8qA/s320/DSCF0518.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342492619548187570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_ZDKq1y2c42PI_TaXp9im_v-GmXKF3WiKYLbtUAV5mahpSB4F5JKUkfpV4Nz9cehw7OzPwPYg6kNjfcXiMRR1oYSYcMyW1_B4YZBfnqqNS8gLh0E5OLd2CwDU8t4htZMOyY0zf7rZg/s320/DSCF0522.JPG" border="0" />Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-85967505679410901442009-05-28T09:48:00.000-07:002009-05-28T10:00:45.170-07:00Pillow TalkStefi and I often have to force ourselves out of bed in the morning. Sometimes we end up talking and not really getting up. Today this is how the conversation went..<br /><br />Stefi: "I had a dream I was someone's bridesmaid and she didn't even know my name. It was really sad and awkward."<br /><br />Susan: "I had a dream that I ate 3 donuts. I'm hungry."<br /><br />Stefi: "Oh, Skus"Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-90025951958849569352009-05-26T14:05:00.000-07:002009-06-04T13:27:38.394-07:00Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that<strong><span style="color:#330033;">People often ask me, "Susan, what do you do all day at work."<br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Well, that is a very good question...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;">Well, we make Bouquets.</span></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340242504938780050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6OQwTDDKuFKiO8L4Ooo_5Eu8x-3sUF3ngE22RbizM2dTS6XsrsYRCzMbSchDx2GrfRZtKV-Q4BYDp4pEWY6KsAsAQm5zV3jW6QtrGmVadZLt9hzhr1636nObZamB-QCukBPmVEf5FhA/s200/DSCF0470.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;">Hundreds and Hundreds</span></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3zrKHbZkMZ3zZksB3F8hzrpF607EhnrEbVPWDAMtQ2wmAt699NPfPioGIp9SwPIJE6Lv0ahCGnAI9BsUFTviYgk5gh1E-H3lyNw0TFMFjX0gMv3_tOrZZzW3W-PjqJnyMIgxcI5iMQ/s1600-h/DSCF0474.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243200688278770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3zrKHbZkMZ3zZksB3F8hzrpF607EhnrEbVPWDAMtQ2wmAt699NPfPioGIp9SwPIJE6Lv0ahCGnAI9BsUFTviYgk5gh1E-H3lyNw0TFMFjX0gMv3_tOrZZzW3W-PjqJnyMIgxcI5iMQ/s200/DSCF0474.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpCr3Vj0fkiHSRKOOdsgPBywtQSPP5yISq0u2pX9m8JYHp56MEn6kYFF5wyZ9Hta6DNMCSuyyyWZu24yge9zoeaUu0oOqGpRAd-Gu2gXfE9Dz_XGmpwF4Og7ZF2aneeSk3_m_nHQqvg/s1600-h/DSCF0469.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243542963155746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpCr3Vj0fkiHSRKOOdsgPBywtQSPP5yISq0u2pX9m8JYHp56MEn6kYFF5wyZ9Hta6DNMCSuyyyWZu24yge9zoeaUu0oOqGpRAd-Gu2gXfE9Dz_XGmpwF4Og7ZF2aneeSk3_m_nHQqvg/s200/DSCF0469.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">Of bouquets..</span></em></div><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1yMh1l3VXH3ZKMtsUP1iG4lsnM4t_nm68ILIamRGLOAsZP5ILB5K-3FbbNFERk3sdFVkgI7kFSnz186UzfvugAdLfmtnViP50JiisBZXBmke9a6tVRpFn5uIS6jHq-Rjg3kuoj0bKA/s1600-h/DSCF0476.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340244530726836258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1yMh1l3VXH3ZKMtsUP1iG4lsnM4t_nm68ILIamRGLOAsZP5ILB5K-3FbbNFERk3sdFVkgI7kFSnz186UzfvugAdLfmtnViP50JiisBZXBmke9a6tVRpFn5uIS6jHq-Rjg3kuoj0bKA/s200/DSCF0476.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrtBSkpNMxUAXgiybE9-izrEroCP0XGVZ7u4escXx8ZTkvV0A0csX6X3MFDzqJ3NOWUtdXIarbO9x-80xgKMcv3QPlSyJlteF3hczhcajNTx1pBWKfe8dOX9lNm8Kx-WiqnYE8exdSg/s1600-h/DSCF0480.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340244853200955154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrtBSkpNMxUAXgiybE9-izrEroCP0XGVZ7u4escXx8ZTkvV0A0csX6X3MFDzqJ3NOWUtdXIarbO9x-80xgKMcv3QPlSyJlteF3hczhcajNTx1pBWKfe8dOX9lNm8Kx-WiqnYE8exdSg/s200/DSCF0480.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;">Using classy things like pearl loops</span></em><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243936777808946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkIP3hqCcogks4EGgZag3cnSFX3eEm9I5PL1BMEcu9BdK8XRTiC67ufB482BE8AZl5hn0T8X9NDTqt7HrqKtXmcLrxde97g61snvdXrif6Mm2R0B6_E-eyBHIDrdDJhWmaUxUKIpg6iQ/s200/DSCF0475.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;">And when it's all done,</span></em></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340249746555343330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzzDEVLz2XWMHCmjhUrmJxSjySe2eHJ7moy_hV4q5eJLuI_5X1IXs_JBwwIiavTWUCBMkjZJT17oFC8A178g_0ZUMo4iYqD55BI82nNqm8374b1DpoTBUqP-o3DcjgA-q0-PlWfGfpg/s200/DSCF0489.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"><em>I dart off to a cabin in Idaho.. </em></span></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246452394330258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZ6zBRv-Ehyphenhyphen9WHR87uZKi5BqXiH4hD6rbbLTeF63B6YDkYdtEhf9D88zy2jXYc3wx7Eufd9PiyqLM9DNOvEO-yHhrNILxO6AIR36_QbOINd7ABAgW3bW9OiroAZm06a66HwZS3zFWOg/s200/DSCF0512.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"></span><em><span style="color:#003300;">And visit Yellowstone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25pesmps26CEImmgQJyZ3K-rBNwPiNMWLPWZ0xt0r7Qmn4QCSl679RmL9rjHempx7XBH2drtrzkCioE-YgROxyg0PCDRfs2RGGIf4G-69te9WaRLeaQMJKM0GvixQYoZq0DQd8ptTvA/s1600-h/DSCF0506.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246033866658562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25pesmps26CEImmgQJyZ3K-rBNwPiNMWLPWZ0xt0r7Qmn4QCSl679RmL9rjHempx7XBH2drtrzkCioE-YgROxyg0PCDRfs2RGGIf4G-69te9WaRLeaQMJKM0GvixQYoZq0DQd8ptTvA/s200/DSCF0506.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClel1hDJj2G4sAbj1Ujs1vdtecLXEzOv5a55sXoYT0DgsA1VooTR2FhO2sclqc6ZIQpkn2I_hDTd2ISt0KwwU1MMyjrnXoCc88QapbCZ_TTlvTs2gMsTQ4GFTNIh6oxjkrhTGHlP5Rg/s1600-h/DSCF0493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340245556720941826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClel1hDJj2G4sAbj1Ujs1vdtecLXEzOv5a55sXoYT0DgsA1VooTR2FhO2sclqc6ZIQpkn2I_hDTd2ISt0KwwU1MMyjrnXoCc88QapbCZ_TTlvTs2gMsTQ4GFTNIh6oxjkrhTGHlP5Rg/s200/DSCF0493.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340245859958992802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOPxb2fz-7BtuM27Xl-eKXlmusHbnopa9Puv_QPf2fAcL3F9o3wgwAHXIIoH5b-SU4ZVCHEWEV95ZPdzgsbqOSL6xlIUqh9s3cBC00frDLItytVAdOPAowBDJVMMXNWMsQBG-mL3QcA/s200/DSCF0509.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;">Wait for Old Faithful to go off (dont look so anxious John)</span></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340247939923169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnBD0ye8ggxyv48dZem3MPUDecNHfK6RjheF7OmjziJSxkPAQ3DRR_ulLoAbyTO59ddPn2sXP945Pdo88xYoM3s3fhJgnWipuG-yz4VqOVOEFcRql_nMNRYEshjBewsRqKiE9wqNZuw/s200/DSCF0504.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;">And feed squirrels. Naturally.</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4JfVRLKdf3voOB3Lrd11-ChNFnZRtlI_rthLESPok45-r1YfvYMTZ7wAju3T4yiPFgNgUIHPyfNtyyfAsVvKKEKPdoCK-6kS2yS7qwEy20R40cgfPTvB3zEJAcOZxHcyyKSsjhhmyw/s1600-h/DSCF0494.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340247005075492226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4JfVRLKdf3voOB3Lrd11-ChNFnZRtlI_rthLESPok45-r1YfvYMTZ7wAju3T4yiPFgNgUIHPyfNtyyfAsVvKKEKPdoCK-6kS2yS7qwEy20R40cgfPTvB3zEJAcOZxHcyyKSsjhhmyw/s200/DSCF0494.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdKEg52uXOMOG_sV6YBMB4EjV8SrpAjrf4t6M1u8lVgf6TUe10Kqfd74UvXr9p5f3zrwUAhEqLnS28WRJTjOqJJLCZaNqGh2S3eD-LrQGoOeHz5bj32N_UcWH0HrNEiAYjrKlKDTb8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340247672018986626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdKEg52uXOMOG_sV6YBMB4EjV8SrpAjrf4t6M1u8lVgf6TUe10Kqfd74UvXr9p5f3zrwUAhEqLnS28WRJTjOqJJLCZaNqGh2S3eD-LrQGoOeHz5bj32N_UcWH0HrNEiAYjrKlKDTb8Q/s200/DSCF0497.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-67514040938761748002009-05-18T22:07:00.000-07:002009-05-18T22:55:16.256-07:00Back to CaliforniaI went home to Morgan Hill this past weekend. It was a short bittersweet trip. I realized how much I missed my family but also how much I have come to see Provo as my home. But here are a few highlights for your enjoyment!<br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGuirq3qEALvFC8MMuFXnVeaf8LJtu0lEPQI98r3OKln4INWi_0eNTu7KjYUEdTdy2smobaC6CHXaAZyfhcIxJIjHTTU1bZSjzk-wKozBkW_o8SGuQpnRzXjAERQdZKM_fs0FUqqlJfA/s1600-h/333681982703_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337406700930870962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGuirq3qEALvFC8MMuFXnVeaf8LJtu0lEPQI98r3OKln4INWi_0eNTu7KjYUEdTdy2smobaC6CHXaAZyfhcIxJIjHTTU1bZSjzk-wKozBkW_o8SGuQpnRzXjAERQdZKM_fs0FUqqlJfA/s400/333681982703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337406974753414834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6Ct8JPBOREOUMF_t0R_Ib4UxB2Ovzp_D3vWeHOQUhi1j7YLEC5G_oIdyoNOQmnRihUcgrqUY45DLS4RsL2tisWRMYnysZMU9sS751uVchpPETuiSvujfmNlE5yMKLayXrtqEE2rk8w/s400/DSCF0432.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p>We visited my favorite Indian restaurant, Sneha. Interestingly also the name of one of my very good friends from high school. Almost as interesting as the Indian server who kept hitting on me, and I think who wanted me to follow him to the back room. Errrr.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337404702637823826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysf4oMI0Cet80VNc-enoI_g1aByzeNfmGHO17e845ZPUiTY-ArORLg-bBrGlrs7zeRrelkrlc0Y5mdYQYyGWhhHxzZPUSk2yWkAYj-uZFPS07ufrSA0UN8dTnOyCuNXvv9ZYukSjFcA/s200/DSCF0464.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Walking my fat dog. </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337407342306403954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnTPQzMzX3vAsp6NLXRP8uhd0jFoer_GZOB80fswEo7A_-5NPL5OdXjwd-xuu2weL2NoWecxQNu6X68YNbvxFzYB-bjO4rtChEVfWkLqtsEftlDfZy6qCTriolHLaSsdYSZZfPd2Vxw/s200/DSCF0466.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><br />At least she's cute.<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITlcK2k8K5R8ICOpEJmkZWeCdNRMsnzQasebA9EEQ_llxcCN9VrLjCZMuGgUModCntkWOGPWG0pdlQ8x3pTcuasV2IgRzgwhrv1MeveA2ChQciN9k6tIBRKANP6DPug0ACgWMLFke3A/s1600-h/DSCF0467.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337403244277364354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITlcK2k8K5R8ICOpEJmkZWeCdNRMsnzQasebA9EEQ_llxcCN9VrLjCZMuGgUModCntkWOGPWG0pdlQ8x3pTcuasV2IgRzgwhrv1MeveA2ChQciN9k6tIBRKANP6DPug0ACgWMLFke3A/s200/DSCF0467.JPG" border="0" /></a> Seeing my cute bald grandpa. And yes he was watching Spanish soccer. In Spanish. And no, he does not understand a word of it. Except maybe, GOL!!!!!!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia49f_-q-1rJOzA7G_VqFsHW_YGMpswYPNfHZe0HxFT9iADRC1otX8vcfEirdeGj0r2epEewdvgLNQHqlXTq4WeAt3nQNoyd7Ag9H_GEyfxor6B55fzp0_tJdtZnomkCeTmBlJzdvBXw/s1600-h/891071982703_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337402941234683986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia49f_-q-1rJOzA7G_VqFsHW_YGMpswYPNfHZe0HxFT9iADRC1otX8vcfEirdeGj0r2epEewdvgLNQHqlXTq4WeAt3nQNoyd7Ag9H_GEyfxor6B55fzp0_tJdtZnomkCeTmBlJzdvBXw/s200/891071982703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a> My sister is having a baby boy in June. So, her shower was the main reason I went home. All she had to do was ask.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXCV8qyLXk3toB6WjyfBuai11CePHr8rQL5SvuCjGqm3hmViOQ3G4ug0Ouc8ofv6bi2tek7VecjJFJs3KIDPVHl_tx5VzI_ca3GvpS7AvUBYKsyRDPeP0Zl-6V_vxoWE2mtcOm6y-Xw/s1600-h/879821982703_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337402791796930418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXCV8qyLXk3toB6WjyfBuai11CePHr8rQL5SvuCjGqm3hmViOQ3G4ug0Ouc8ofv6bi2tek7VecjJFJs3KIDPVHl_tx5VzI_ca3GvpS7AvUBYKsyRDPeP0Zl-6V_vxoWE2mtcOm6y-Xw/s200/879821982703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love how little my grandma is compared to me. Because I am little myself.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337399331317108146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPS3BHRBySud33nqJF8_SUnHCX72hgkckxq5eMo89SUwmaP_AUdgdSvopg9UG09WVy4U2L9Pew95PQxL_AFIK_gRXx0lv-Yq5hsgPG9sFAwlmoMfy_h7m55Wmr5unHtHkzRpID6iYFNw/s200/DSCF0437.JPG" border="0" />My adorable niece. I know everyone says this, but she is a genius. She even won some of the party games.<br /><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337407821285447986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxO3lhpRTg75TDtMts1lTmrwdGFsjyGR_Du0I6BsMzvveI_6FX7QK80K2Kwzp8iPY_iMedlgcuman0CwANzBDg3a7P3aCW0-r0rhenf_rHCYT0cYKQeaUmzVEinHt2aWbUYi2QSU2OA/s200/889631982703_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" />The Gilroy Outlets. This picture does not begin to describe the craziness that is the Coach Outlet on a Saturday. Women everywhere. Going crazy. And a corner full of guys waiting for their wives and the madness to be over.</div></div><br /></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-25773813992238507542009-05-09T16:45:00.000-07:002009-05-09T17:28:23.805-07:00Things I learned from my MotherThis is the first Mother's Day I will not be spending in Morgan Hill, and it feels so surreal not to be going home tomorrow. But I decided to think back to all the things I have learned and appreciate about my mother. So, Mom, here's to you. Love you!<br /><br />1. This picture is from my parent's wedding 21 years ago. I always admired my mother's ability to bring us together and make us a family.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333976165836230130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5Ybgs-AIz2oEKVxUKi6o2A7S2XU5InIXF6tPEpXEAziSt4DFYVBdCHglKasENu7qNUirI41kxsVYEgtjH8rQXEBqWstbCtZ4X6Mo1GLuH2Si_8R1jIiZZv9dvWeJ7PE3-iPzzN3Lew/s200/wedding.jpg" border="0" /><br /> 2. My mother has always been so supportive of her children. She drove me to Nutcracker practices 45 minutes away twice a week for three straight months. For 6 years. Not to mention the dance classes I had 4 days a week growing up in Morgan Hill.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977690627535730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvtrZQNHcOio9WtZul8OcRj1wBoXojMMD52ljyPpom9-CqpFQfcsqnhAnlcFFw_au1V91WeDAXvX2X68KxaeNWDGBtHqOFKnu8rH1-9fNYGJdgAOQ2OkpW7swmyd7MTXitizWI37OPg/s200/5dc_4804.jpg" border="0" />3. She supported my endevours in cooking and allowed me to experiment and learn by trial and error. And then she ate whatever I came up with. Even if it was bad. (<em>Last year she let me do all of Thanksgiving by myself</em>.)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977165531969890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfuuDrY3uAO8ic1UxIqbWXtlQgtT8VrJbwWYXJwtsYrT_2gIi8b0L7B39bwAdxH0eak6WuW8O_WYTVU2JIIBKfdVq_icRhlgz-nBJwChyphenhyphenZAB3cUEa7t4wQoapmug-_3orsxQNmbTDdg/s200/november+009.jpg" border="0" /><br /> 4. She taught me to be generous with my time, money, and friendships. To give when needed, and also when not. My mother might not be a member of the church, but that she taught me to choose the right regardless.<br /><br />5. To cook well, and to share it with others. And to never attend a party or event without bringing food to share and saying thank you at the end (<em>this picture is from "Asian Night")</em><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977989220110130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDL0i3QHUVkG9Sz3KsG00jTFovKRZCywoKDOFBX8vjBj8B6mtyj2Pw2gYgKKzNbUA5r6Mundck15C5z5K88qncPjsUANHfEfK17utExoAs3TT0SKb79HhRuay8vWIs2tM5FNmARIvLg/s200/may+2009+003.jpg" border="0" />6. My mother always told me growing up that to make friends you have to be a friend. And that having fun can require effort. I never really understood that until I got to college, and I had to go out of my comfort zone to meet new people and try new things. Best lesson in friendship. Ever. </p><p>7. She tries to make me embrace my culture, no matter how hard I try to avoid it. We had "Asian Night" last night. I made chow mein and cashew chicken and hosted a big party. I guess I can never get away from my heritage, so if you can't hide it, embrace it. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333978187985091666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyT9JBjqscxE-aFMVxYNXPYJWQ8ujUPR48RTRRg0U2X0EnKrvVT6Zd4Vc7o-tkT7wC1xqVD8BMERWUZSZpGwHIsMrDamk9NwkQ6xT2EQbU3uiiM-auj-jX9syqP7bNbwQjRsqp6Aavdg/s200/may+2009+004.jpg" border="0" />7. Chow Mein. My mother doesn't have a recipe for it and because of that neither do I. Best thing I make. Hands down.</p><p>8. She supported me when I decided to get join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and also when I chose to attend BYU. I know it's really hard to be so far away, but Utah is only a 2 hour plane ride away. And she visits often and so do I. (<em>This is from her last trip up here for my birthday. She treated 15 people to dinner at my favorite restaurant.)</em></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrml8X0LbXvXHollZicvBu1cV2QXE2-RC37QYFhidO_ciRHdFJTvThsDDzmr6U0SSDlA7_b0BwSo_OQ8TB7esl5yCN8wwZLTZLRGJ4XKChWg0PCq_5JwWAAf7iZRtFMjjpBqoxawGGg/s1600-h/813927655603_0_BG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333976839517844242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrml8X0LbXvXHollZicvBu1cV2QXE2-RC37QYFhidO_ciRHdFJTvThsDDzmr6U0SSDlA7_b0BwSo_OQ8TB7esl5yCN8wwZLTZLRGJ4XKChWg0PCq_5JwWAAf7iZRtFMjjpBqoxawGGg/s200/813927655603_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />9. I will love my mother for always taking pictures. She is often never in them, and we give her such a hard time for taking the time to do it. But, you can't put a price on memories. </p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SqzWhCdQIBkTAmc-_Qnh7vs9tcSODIpBRw1TLnEzqedwLSRI1JSBBDXWQ3y8Me55Kjw4QceGZtmreHp8jOzPiqiLW7yVdk1EPLLwcTusc2mFGyRl7qQ_POjLnCVA-T_fp1kWWhgRSw/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333976450248536034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SqzWhCdQIBkTAmc-_Qnh7vs9tcSODIpBRw1TLnEzqedwLSRI1JSBBDXWQ3y8Me55Kjw4QceGZtmreHp8jOzPiqiLW7yVdk1EPLLwcTusc2mFGyRl7qQ_POjLnCVA-T_fp1kWWhgRSw/s200/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /></a> 10. For being my mother. For teaching, helping, listening, cooking, cleaning, supporting, watching out for, and loving me. Through thick and thin and near and far.<br /><div><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jjIEikb8Ic-i4f10ebp5N1ugWDutCgqkzoEABdaK8RiZ6M6Cad5thDssRGkKZ9Q1tW7qmJ1RJ7pcG951ox61Q5oKAxVz9z3NpnyAnAjaSevUYdOOpLKYkoRDaZcsHuffwGfVm8dBHA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+family+august+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333975825351291586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jjIEikb8Ic-i4f10ebp5N1ugWDutCgqkzoEABdaK8RiZ6M6Cad5thDssRGkKZ9Q1tW7qmJ1RJ7pcG951ox61Q5oKAxVz9z3NpnyAnAjaSevUYdOOpLKYkoRDaZcsHuffwGfVm8dBHA/s200/Copy+of+Copy+of+family+august+074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;">Everything I need to know in life, I learned from my mother.</span><br /></span><div> </div></div></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-36165806158584698182009-05-07T19:03:00.000-07:002009-05-07T19:30:44.969-07:00Honey, Please Never Buy Me Roses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4RgxAAV5cTiVFK6aeb2CWmwstqnllDHmjueZ_exTzZUXuUc8K0AOTuH5IE995jWs-ex_fBwF08k20HfgbGkMGLmPQK0eKKgBx6UDFzpn__tEh8pbLEhKKPow9vKubfda4lJpLX0BkQ/s1600-h/apbloss20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4RgxAAV5cTiVFK6aeb2CWmwstqnllDHmjueZ_exTzZUXuUc8K0AOTuH5IE995jWs-ex_fBwF08k20HfgbGkMGLmPQK0eKKgBx6UDFzpn__tEh8pbLEhKKPow9vKubfda4lJpLX0BkQ/s200/apbloss20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333274189745624562" border="0" /></a><br />I am one week into my job at the flower place, and as much as I love my mother, I will be thrilled when this holiday is over. Yesterday we got an order for over a thousand rose bouquets for today. For those of you uncertain on just how many flowers that is, I did the math for you.<br /><br /><ul><li>1,056 mixed rose bouquets total</li><li>12,672 roses (with the thorns on by the way)<br /></li><li>3,168 bunches of baby's breath</li><li>18 workers</li><li>4 hours of work</li><li>3 assembly lines</li><li>2 very tired roommates</li></ul>The good news is that since Stefi and I are becoming the same person, we also have the same job. We get to enjoy hours of each others company both in and out of work, and it's quite fun to confuse our co-workers who don't know we live together with phrases like, "no one even loves you."<br /><br />Well, I have the day off tomorrow and will be splitting my time between my bed, the pool, and Sonic. Growing up I used to want to be a florist and spend all day around flowers, but after today, all I can say is please honey, never buy me a mixed rose bouquet.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-71292444716653131042009-04-30T14:52:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:29:34.630-07:00The End... Til September<div align="center"> Today I officially <span style="color:#009900;">FINISHED </span>my first semester of nursing school. Although to be fair I've been playing like I've been done with school for about a week now. As seen in the picture below.</div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330606318560901298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhe-QiCpM_kIhaa0v5PsWppRAxeCgRdIJfuWxCopBRb9op5xfnWkCWaSXq9IerkuAGi6wFNv7BT8W3YWuu1-XpCsZCCDQ8ig2IzQ0uz9dp6Pm8KpK2N_hgZvljjSFoQ0xOu8ZHq6tXOQ/s200/april+09+2+011.jpg" border="0" />(<em>the celebratory shopping that was done yesterday)</em></p><p align="center">This has been the hardest semester of my life, and I do not know how I made it through so many assessments, quizzes, and 5:45 am clinicals. So, here is a timeline of my first semester for your viewing pleasure.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330608386549853074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gBx0117yINl65u41456h6rnodkPI2jXgiH1hv-lr55rKfFX2HnWPtuN2OGmp5WOMinB5BV8YxZK50Y-V9gPhZvpGB1bgks3r4xfSux4JFaDXFCmenreQW8N8pmS9yM2GAj22zJPvUg/s200/december+003.jpg" border="0" /><br />(<em>back when I was young, innocent, and just excited to be wearing scrubs)</em><br /></p><p align="center"><em></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330608854843037026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYZ7z3e-E12W9KlAOjsibp2gp2yevOUor_TXKFsEbhK7TiCFp3xiZDNbf6DiGLgsi-efEq8nSXlqwCCyWemezS83yS3WTGkrHhjR5H-h8bfYzX04GZ63hTun0Ziu7s7wAoTMxW8fNZQ/s200/april+09+3+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p><p align="center">(H<em>ow Stefi often found me. Passed out on my bed. Clothes on. Books open. Fast asleep.)</em></p><em></em><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330609259474745042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdpPgjM2jhYwCHSm88Fe_C0nEuKv4GoKrssCRleE_hH5GwDgDkjMsot3Av-A_M73P7rB_JuyutEj7ssbaneze3WxmphiZslyHmf3qDdcLl5b16q1jx5o4egxlTqX3ggBWNTCK0J2ecw/s200/april+09+3+009.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">(And now. So excited to be done that I had a hard time not clicking my heels and running to my car after my last final. I couldn't resist however jumping for joy just a little bit.)<br /></p>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655827315055591342.post-83760364453704591192009-04-28T17:30:00.000-07:002009-04-29T18:45:40.345-07:00Nicknames and ProcrastinationOf all the nicknames I have (which are a lot), Skusen is probably the weirdest of them all. But, its also probably my favorite.<br /><br /><br /><div><div>Flashback to last September,</div><br /><div>I was moving into a new apartment and had just moved in my last box when <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vjY2Demj0wSMLWm9LlVsdYAjmQr81U3OlX4N1rtMGNlgw6x2c4WjR43153PVHQCo5Kxp9ZbJbKl4HNmL7qY24vShUwDK46ASDL1QtSSIppetwKbr05LxFqjeivjcGkqKIBCm0PMzNQ/s1600-h/april+09+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329906998049680178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vjY2Demj0wSMLWm9LlVsdYAjmQr81U3OlX4N1rtMGNlgw6x2c4WjR43153PVHQCo5Kxp9ZbJbKl4HNmL7qY24vShUwDK46ASDL1QtSSIppetwKbr05LxFqjeivjcGkqKIBCm0PMzNQ/s320/april+09+034.jpg" border="0" /></a>two boys show up at my door offering to help. Thanks guys. Meet Bryce and Derek. I bring them inside and show them around my apartment. My roommates have big black letters on the wall, and they spell out the first letter of each of our names. Derek and Bryce look at the letters, S-K-U-S-E-N and think it is some weird Asian spelling of Susan. Oddly enough they really took a liking to it, and I've been known as Skusen ever since. (from left to right: <em>Bryce, me, Derek</em>)</div><br /><br />Now that I have a blog I feel like I have to keep track of every random thing that happens to me. I finished my last nursing final today, and my ugly teal scrubs are officially packed away for the summer. My tests were not that bad, but I could not make myself study for the life of me. In fact, there were a huge amount of things I would rather do that study, these include but are not limited to:<br /><br /><ul><br /><li>Spending mindless hours on facebook</li><br /><li>Cleaning boy's bathtubs (you're welcome Zach)</li><br /><li>Making dozens of cookies that I did not eat</li><br /><li>Attending a Jazz playoff game (see picture above)</li><br /><li>Getting addicted to 24</li><br /><li>Starting this blog, and</li><br /><li>Rearranging my room with Stefi</li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfA8WiVZtZs_Tb6-C8Fi4wj2E4a2gUvuSR4wDqA9Aoazb-xSkBb557WFXmk49En94Je2SaXfo2HIZ1D12bjTIBG20NWvthjWQY4SV9RW_Svc7N97SPzaJL6x1UMgSI_18MctYXnpkGUg/s1600-h/april+09+1+006.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlMiKwfWchyphenhyphenGJCp97QLbn1eZ3ExBvVTHhZXorqkqh2k6Qn_OOAmkhg_XZBj9ZobU1yXxZJIR6Y6AU-G3NW3H_uGT_Sv2a_GNXOD2OZlNzgXK9j8xTEAJakjN8o1vKZioTQW6TU4jtGA/s1600-h/jan+09+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329910153252302402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlMiKwfWchyphenhyphenGJCp97QLbn1eZ3ExBvVTHhZXorqkqh2k6Qn_OOAmkhg_XZBj9ZobU1yXxZJIR6Y6AU-G3NW3H_uGT_Sv2a_GNXOD2OZlNzgXK9j8xTEAJakjN8o1vKZioTQW6TU4jtGA/s320/jan+09+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfA8WiVZtZs_Tb6-C8Fi4wj2E4a2gUvuSR4wDqA9Aoazb-xSkBb557WFXmk49En94Je2SaXfo2HIZ1D12bjTIBG20NWvthjWQY4SV9RW_Svc7N97SPzaJL6x1UMgSI_18MctYXnpkGUg/s1600-h/april+09+1+006.jpg"></a><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfA8WiVZtZs_Tb6-C8Fi4wj2E4a2gUvuSR4wDqA9Aoazb-xSkBb557WFXmk49En94Je2SaXfo2HIZ1D12bjTIBG20NWvthjWQY4SV9RW_Svc7N97SPzaJL6x1UMgSI_18MctYXnpkGUg/s1600-h/april+09+1+006.jpg"></a><br /><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>(before) </em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPOkDf9QA7enE_09tyFbg91dLEnAaKCCMtFUaJ0-cDULRFjoynJw4ZNSqAI9f_51tul5gsSih8UJuOT4VGB1sVn48mUF-ih285ZhSZV8DKes_HxiQLceyWfKFCCpZ-YiOEF68pENgNw/s1600-h/april+09+1+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329913346628526514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPOkDf9QA7enE_09tyFbg91dLEnAaKCCMtFUaJ0-cDULRFjoynJw4ZNSqAI9f_51tul5gsSih8UJuOT4VGB1sVn48mUF-ih285ZhSZV8DKes_HxiQLceyWfKFCCpZ-YiOEF68pENgNw/s200/april+09+1+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><em></em></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">(<em>after)</em></div></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15868029686854801229noreply@blogger.com2