<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:02:37.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something clever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-1422726554340208767</id><published>2009-11-11T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:40:55.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bebe!</title><content type='html'>Kenny and i have a blog together. I dont know if i'll be any better at posting things on there then i have been at posting them on this one, but we'll see. Maybe Kenny will be better at it :) the site is ksyellen.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-1422726554340208767?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/1422726554340208767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=1422726554340208767' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1422726554340208767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1422726554340208767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-bebe.html' title='It&apos;s a bebe!'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-7611683126680406139</id><published>2009-11-03T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:27:55.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'ween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the pics from my Halloween excursion. Sorry there aren't more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvEegT0Qx6I/AAAAAAAABIY/_SiNw4qiUBI/s1600-h/ween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvEegT0Qx6I/AAAAAAAABIY/_SiNw4qiUBI/s400/ween2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400130968618059682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvEepuetyfI/AAAAAAAABIg/YtuRagkg0S8/s1600-h/ween3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvEepuetyfI/AAAAAAAABIg/YtuRagkg0S8/s400/ween3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400131130394266098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvEexn0Yo0I/AAAAAAAABIo/7e5NLunaDi0/s1600-h/ween5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvEexn0Yo0I/AAAAAAAABIo/7e5NLunaDi0/s400/ween5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400131266045059906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-7611683126680406139?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/7611683126680406139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=7611683126680406139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7611683126680406139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7611683126680406139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/11/ween.html' title='&apos;ween'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvEegT0Qx6I/AAAAAAAABIY/_SiNw4qiUBI/s72-c/ween2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-422310623889817468</id><published>2009-10-30T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:53:53.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Registrar....</title><content type='html'>Kenny and I are registered at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bed, Bath, and Beyond&lt;/span&gt;. You can search for us by either name, Kenny Yellen or Samantha Brimley. We are only putting on the things that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; right now, not really the things that we (I) would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word and thanks so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-422310623889817468?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/422310623889817468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=422310623889817468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/422310623889817468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/422310623889817468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/10/registrar.html' title='Registrar....'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-3931783961976797331</id><published>2009-10-27T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:23:29.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Details :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;1767 Dell Rio Dr&lt;br /&gt;Kemmerer, WY 83101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party starts at 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;Wedding at 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;More party until 7 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be pizza and drinks. And it is insanely informal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-3931783961976797331?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/3931783961976797331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=3931783961976797331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3931783961976797331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3931783961976797331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/10/details.html' title='Details :)'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-1932944985280257917</id><published>2009-10-27T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:51:37.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting MARRIED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Details to follow :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-1932944985280257917?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/1932944985280257917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=1932944985280257917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1932944985280257917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1932944985280257917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-getting-married.html' title='I&apos;m getting MARRIED!!'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-7786888251397379980</id><published>2009-10-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:08:47.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh yeah....fear the reaper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if some people realize how close they have come to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Crack of Dawn Smoothie Maker" certainly doesn't. If she did, she might have tired to make her last smoothie a little more delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to be angry that I was woken up today by the blender two hours before I was supposed to wake up three hours after I went to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the lightest sleeper in the whole world, so it's probably all my fault that I didn't put my ear plugs in, but really, REALLY?!! Seven in the morning, in a living room sized apartment. Doesn't seem like the best of plans to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranky. I am cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-7786888251397379980?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/7786888251397379980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=7786888251397379980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7786888251397379980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7786888251397379980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-yeahfear-reaper.html' title='uh yeah....fear the reaper.'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-3287382792236992052</id><published>2009-10-12T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:38:17.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well here you go, Kenny. It's an update. I don't really know what it is that you're wanting me to say. You're coming tomorrow, thats exciting. I'm sick, but hopefully it wont last long. We are going to go to see Bob Dylan on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-3287382792236992052?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/3287382792236992052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=3287382792236992052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3287382792236992052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3287382792236992052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/10/yus.html' title='yus'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-8211044970281731873</id><published>2009-08-17T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:34:52.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a small update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing is really going on right now, I think I am just going to write a little bit and see what comes out. This could be dangerous, but oh well. It's not like I can't read over what I have written and erase it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been doing some soul searching as of late. Quite literally actually. And I have found out quite a few things. I have found that I don't know myself at all. Really. I believe that I am in the same boat as a lot of my friends when they tell me that they don't know anything about me. It's hard to accept that I have spent 20 years with myself and I still can't tell you for sure what I would do in any given situation, or what my preferences are with this or that. I have things that I think I don't like, only to find that I really don't mind them. People ask me constantly what it is that I like to do, and for the life of me I can't say. I make some things up that I enjoy on occasion, but I wouldn't say that I am avid about it. And that's just it I suppose. I have no passions. A person needs passions. I like music, I listen to it every chance I get, but is listening to music a passion? I don't play anything but the guitar, and I don't play it well. I don't write anymore, I can't come up with a good idea to save my life. I don't do anything. Why is that? I don't know. So that is goal one, I suppose. Rekindle a passion for something--anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also learned that I don't have a solid testimony of the Gospel. Don't get me wrong, I believe it. All of it. But how can my testimony be strong if when I get a little discouraged, a little reckless, I go nuts! And throw everything that I have ever believed in, everything that I have ever worked and fought for. What is that? So I have been trying to work on that too. All is not lost, thank Heavens. But it was a close call. Things are on the mend now. I went to the Oquirrh Mt Temple open house and had a, well basically a life changing experience. It wasn't earth shattering or anything, we just got to sit in one of the sealing rooms and it was spectacular. Everyone disappeared. It was just me and the Spirit. A fellow who I had become unacquainted with in the past months. It was so nice to feel it again. I had an intense yearning to get back to the temple. Certainly something I haven't felt ever. It's funny how you take advantage of things like that when you have it at your disposal. Never again will I take advantage. I was reading, somewhere, and I remembered or read a reference to a certain scripture that really summed up what I was feeling the perfect words. Enos 1:3-4 "...and the words which i had often heard my father speak concerning eternal life, and the joy of the saints, sunk deep into my heart. And my soul hungered..." If ever there was going to be a "Never did any passage of scripture come with more power" moment in my life, it would have been then with this scripture. It was exactly what I was feeling. I am literally hungry for the blessings and joy of the temple. I can't tell you how sad and a bit jealous I get when I hear about an upcoming temple trip, or my friends who just did baptisms. I just want it so much. Basically, I have been doing better. I have set rules and boundries for myself that have proven hard to follow but definitely worth it. I am learning more about myself in this experience and that is a bonus! I just love this gospel so much! I had to work in the mall two Sundays ago and I couldn't help but feel very scared. First for the people in the mall who either hadn't had the chance to hear the truth, or chose not to live it. How lost they must feel. Then I felt scared for myself. For the life that was almost mine. How lost I would have been. How lost I was! I can't believe I almost gave everything up for a pair of beautiful eyes and a mouthful of perfect words. Perfectly deceiving. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the road to recovery is long and hard, but its there and I'm on it. Driving in my usual slow and cautious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, I am just working and loving it! It is so nice to be working again! It's funny, I looked forward to my days off, but then when they come, I don't know what to do with them! Oh well, its nice to have them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats basically it. I am happy and healthy and excited to get back into shape with Briana doing Zumba! Hooray for getting skinny again! It's long overdue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-8211044970281731873?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/8211044970281731873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=8211044970281731873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8211044970281731873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8211044970281731873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-small-update.html' title='Just a small update...'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-4235470306746880021</id><published>2009-07-25T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:15:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, that was quick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I got the job!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;I had another phone interview on Friday with the actual manager and I guess she liked me and what my references said about me! (Thanks guys!) So now I have two jobs and life doesn't look so bleak! This is such a blessing! I am very excited about this job and I start on Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SmuK5lrccII/AAAAAAAABFw/l_NJfPsvxTE/s320/AppliqueNecktieExample.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And today we went to hike up Timp and nothing really went according to plan. Jacob was about a half hour late and then we got lost going up the mountain. We decided to go up a different trail then the one we went up last year. So we head out on the trail and its going pretty well until we start going down hill....a lot. We caught up with some other people who were trying to decide if it was indeed the trail up to TImp. They decided that it wasn't and turned back but we decided to keep going and see what was up. We went to the end of the line and ran into a waterfall. Its not what we were expecting, but it was beautiful! We hung out there for a while and then decided that we weren't that really excited with the idea of hiking back to the beginning and starting over... so we just went home. It's all good though. After going on that small hike, I know I wouldn't have been able to make it all the way up to Timp. No way. I'll have to get back in shape before trying it for real. It was all great though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5362535957373614993%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-4235470306746880021?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/4235470306746880021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=4235470306746880021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4235470306746880021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4235470306746880021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-that-was-quick.html' title='well, that was quick!'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SmuK5lrccII/AAAAAAAABFw/l_NJfPsvxTE/s72-c/AppliqueNecktieExample.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-107411208652387858</id><published>2009-07-23T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:26:12.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, things here in Provo are going alright I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I got a job pretty soon after I got here. I have only worked there, however, twice since I was hired three weeks ago...Not to mention the pay stinks ($7/hr) and when I finally do get hours they will suck too (maybe 15-20 a week). So needless to say I am searching searching searching for another job. I was having very little luck too. I had an interview at Vanity and it went terribly. I have never choked so badly in all of my life. But oh well. I don't think I would have liked it much anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today though, I got a call from Tie One On. It is a little tie shop in the Provo Town Centre. I did a phone interview with the assistant manager and it went pretty well. I am expecting a call from the actual manager in the next few days and hopefully I will start on Monday! It's still just part time work, so I will keep my job at Urban Trends for now. But the pay here is amazing! It starts at $8/hr and if I do a good job I get a raise every month! So it wont be long till I will be making $9/hr! How great! I am so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am really glad that this came along because I was beginning to get pretty discouraged. I've been doing things that I should be though, praying (a lot), reading my scriptures, and fasting, but I just wasn't feeling like it was doing any good. I had a break through though last night, and I think things are finally on the right track. In more aspects of my life then just work. I really have been struggling but thanks to the help of old friends and new ones I am beginning to see that maybe things aren't so hopeless. I just have to take back control of things. So yea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have a crazy awesome weekend planned. Tomorrow I am going to get busy making cinnamon rolls and then later a bunch of friends are getting together to have a small bon fire at the lake! If everything works out it is going to be a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then on Saturday we are going to hike Mt. Timpanogos! This will be my second time and I am so excited! I am pretty sure that I am going to die since I am so out of shape, but I've seen people in worse shape make it up there...so I figure I am make it too. :/ We'll see though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'll post pictures when I have them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-107411208652387858?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/107411208652387858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=107411208652387858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/107411208652387858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/107411208652387858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/07/exciting-things.html' title='exciting things...'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-2846317504686482240</id><published>2009-06-05T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:07:04.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma of the century.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SinCHwVQFUI/AAAAAAAAA04/xQkwZNyPcbo/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SinCHwVQFUI/AAAAAAAAA04/xQkwZNyPcbo/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344015871340713282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So. It certainly has been a while since I've posted anything real. But I have a real life dilemma on my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For the past two months I have been dating a wonderful guy. He basically is the man of my dreams&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. Almost everything about him is exactly what I have always been looking for in a guy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. I really do love him. We alw&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ays have such a good time together no matter what we are doing and I've never felt more comfortable with anyone in my whole life. He is gorgeous and funny. He plays the guitar and sings. He is insanely smart, very mathematical and scientifi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;c. He wears converse :) and he is quite poetic. On one of our first dates he quoted Hercules completely unprovoked! Needless to say I was swept off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And he loves me for me too. I don't have to work for his affections. He doesn't care if I wear make up or not (in fact, he prefers that I don't). He thinks I am beautiful anyway. It doesn't matter that my face has been broken out or that I have gained about 20lbs since we have been dating. He hangs in there when I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; go insane when I am on my period. He still loves me. I have been waiting so long to be loved like this. Why does it have to come with such a ginormous hiccup?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He has some hang ups spiritually speaking. He knows that the church is true, he knows that Joseph Smith was a prophet and that Thomas S Monson is one too. He believes all that. But there are questions he has. Questions that he asks and no one can answer. And the idea that some things in the gospel just cant be explained/comprehended right now doesn't satisfy him. He wont take that. He has had an insanely dysfunctional childhood and in his youth has done some very very questionable things. And even more recently he has done some not so great things, but he is trying. His heart, I believe is in the right place. He just can't seem to get all his ducks in a row. And Heaven knows, I haven't been a help to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We argue sometimes about church things. I brought up the fact that I wouldn't get married anywhere but in the temple and he started asking me what was important about the temple. Not because he doesn't believe it or know, but to get me to really think about why I wanted to go there. His biggest point was that the temple, as just a building, was unnecessary. The ordinances, he believes are true and essential, but he kept bringing up how they used to do baptisms in rivers and what not. I tried to get him to realize that the temple is where they perform those ordinances today and that in order to get inside you had to live your life in a certain way, and blah blah blah, but he wouldn't take it. I just don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have already broken up with him. But I hate it. I feel awful. And I can't make up my mind. I just don't know what to do. I LOVE HIM. We still hang out everyday as if nothing had happened. The only difference is no kissing/hand holding and the like. If it were just going to be me and him forever, just the two of us, no one else, working on things and being in love, I would do it in a heart beat. But, it wont always be like that. If we did get married, there would be kids. And I am afraid that he wouldn't be a good influence on them. I want my kids to have every good opportunity to fall in love with the gospel as I did. I want them to have the privilege of having a father who can give them blessings and come and listen to their talks and hold callings in the church. I am afraid, when our son asks him about his tattoo, that he wont say that it is wrong, or if he does, there will be some seed of desire sown in my son. I am afraid of having to take my kids to church by myself. I am afraid of eventual divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Am I thinking too much? Every time I get to thinking about all of this, I kind of mentally slap myself in the face a say, "Dude. You've been dating for two months. Chill out." But I just don't know. He's 26 and shouldn't be wasting his time with someone who semi knows that things aren't going to work out long term. Not that I think he is thinking about marriage. He is kind of centered on finishing school at the moment. Gosh. I just don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No, thats not true. I do know what to do. I just really really really really really really don't want to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SinNWgeOEUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/3AZLRm3tPTU/s320/mobile1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-2846317504686482240?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/2846317504686482240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=2846317504686482240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2846317504686482240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2846317504686482240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilemma-of-century.html' title='dilemma of the century.'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SinCHwVQFUI/AAAAAAAAA04/xQkwZNyPcbo/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-6817189338802115777</id><published>2009-03-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:03:18.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;That face of an angel comes out&lt;br /&gt;Just when you need it to&lt;br /&gt;As I pace back and forth all this time &lt;br /&gt;'Cause&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believed in you&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' on,&lt;br /&gt;The days drag on&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl &lt;br /&gt;I should have known, I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;This is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;To come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was naïve,&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I never really had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;My mistake, I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upperhand.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many dreams about you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings; &lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;This is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;To come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Begging for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Begging for me&lt;br /&gt;Just like I always wanted,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im not your princess &lt;br /&gt;This aint a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna find someone, Some day&lt;br /&gt;Who might actually treat me well.&lt;br /&gt;This is a big world,&lt;br /&gt;That was a small town&lt;br /&gt;There in my rearview mirror, &lt;br /&gt;Disappearing now.&lt;br /&gt;And it's too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse&lt;br /&gt;To catch me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoa whoa whoa-oh&lt;br /&gt;Try and catch me now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-Oh&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;To catch me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-6817189338802115777?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/6817189338802115777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=6817189338802115777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6817189338802115777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6817189338802115777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-horse.html' title='White Horse'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5377206450388595347</id><published>2009-03-02T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:51:05.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You say you gotta go and find yourself&lt;br /&gt;You say that you're becoming someone else&lt;br /&gt;Don't recognize the face in the mirror looking back at you&lt;br /&gt;You say you're leaving as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I know there's really nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'm here whenever you need me, I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let you go, I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you've seen what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, I won't go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Picture you with the wind in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep your things right where you left 'em, I'll be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll let you go, I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you've seen what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you find everything that you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here, waiting to see&lt;br /&gt;You find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get close if you're not there&lt;br /&gt;I can't get inside if there's no soul there&lt;br /&gt;I can't fix you, I can't save you&lt;br /&gt;It's something you'll have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let you go, I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you've seen what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let you go, I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you've seen what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you find everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here, waiting to see.&lt;br /&gt;You find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you find you...come back to me&lt;br /&gt;You find you...come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5377206450388595347?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5377206450388595347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5377206450388595347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5377206450388595347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5377206450388595347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/03/david-cook.html' title='David Cook'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-7525727669934313493</id><published>2009-02-23T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:53:53.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So You Think You Know Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) My name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(4 Points) My last name:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Who am I in love with:&lt;br /&gt;(1 Points) Where did we meet:&lt;br /&gt;(6 Points) Take a stab at my middle name:&lt;br /&gt;(1 Points) Where do I work:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Point) What am I afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Do I smoke :&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Do I drink:&lt;br /&gt;(3 points) Do you think Im a virgin:&lt;br /&gt;(1 Point) Do I have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) How many:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;(1 Point) How many piercings do I have:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) How many tattoos do I have:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) What's my favorite type of music:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Whats my favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Name something I hate:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Name a talent I have:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Whats my phone number:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What kind of sneakers do I wear:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Do I have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Who am I dating/likeing right now:&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) How long have I been dating them:&lt;br /&gt;(5 points) How tall am I:&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) What is my worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just post a comment :)&lt;br /&gt;i'll send you your grade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-7525727669934313493?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/7525727669934313493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=7525727669934313493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7525727669934313493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7525727669934313493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-you-think-you-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-8584128026766686653</id><published>2009-02-23T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:46:16.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Magical Trevor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Stayin' Alive- BeeGees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Rock the Casbah- The Clash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Hotel California (Acoustic/Live)- Eagles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. I'd Do Anything- Simple Plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Save The Last Dance For Me- The Drifters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. When I Fall In Love- Nat King Cole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. Stairway to Heaven- Led Zeppelin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Into the West- Annie Lennox &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. Space Age Love Song-Flock of Seagulls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. Oh Girl- The Chi-Lites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. When A Man Loves A Woman- Percy Sledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. Your Winter- Sister Hazel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. Teardrops on My Guitar-Taylor Swift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. More Than I Can Say- Leo Sayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. Say Anything- Good Charlotte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. When I Need You- Leo Sayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. What A Dog- Lady and the Tramp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. My Immortal- Evanescence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. Cold- Crossfade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. My Favourite Game- the Cardigans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;24. I Try-Macy Gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. Because of You- Kelly Clarkson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;26. I Wont Say (I'm In Love)- Hercules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;27. Begin- Ben Lee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;28. White Flag- Dido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;29. The Reason- Hoobastank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;30. My Life Would Suck Without You-Kelly Clarkson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;31. Beauty and the Beast- Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you want to look up the lyrics you'll find something of a story mixed in. I'm pretty proud of myself for compiling all of it. There's more to add I'm sure, and as life continues to go on, I will continue to update the soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-8584128026766686653?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/8584128026766686653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=8584128026766686653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8584128026766686653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8584128026766686653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/02/bass.html' title='BASS'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-8931673360315210216</id><published>2009-02-08T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:08:51.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;- Available: unbelievably so&lt;br /&gt;- Age: 20&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyance: the same jokes over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. and bad drivers&lt;br /&gt;- Animal: cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday: 1/21/1989&lt;br /&gt;- Best Friends: a few&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: eyes and smile and teeth&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world: i would imagine love, but not really in my experience. great friendship would be my greatest feeling.&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: beautifully warm summer weather. dry and hot! good for doing things outside!&lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love: sure have&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage?: i was in band for 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic: no&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. and gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;- Color: dark dark dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese/Mexican: mexican&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: blegh, in a perfect world, neither. but i definitely would choose cake over pie (sick) if i had to.&lt;br /&gt;- Continent/Country to visit: Europe, more specifically: france or scotland&lt;br /&gt;- Cheese: camembert and brie and smoked cheddar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: night&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the rain: every chance that i get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: on occasion &lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: brown, sometimes red or yellow&lt;br /&gt;- Ever failed a class?: oh my goodness yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: 7 mins too early&lt;br /&gt;- Food: is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest Fear: friends being lost forever&lt;br /&gt;- Goals: get out of debt and get into culinary school&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents?: mostly&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charm: i dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color: lovely brown&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 5'2"&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: most times&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday: Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: old, peacefully, and in my bed surrounded by my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream: mint choc chip or choc chip cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: alto saxophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewelry: i wear rings and earrings, silver and i try to stay away from necklaces&lt;br /&gt;- Job: sales clerk for Far West Books and Boutique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: i want 6 or 7&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate: kickboxing&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal?: i try to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Car Ride: four days...not non stop obviously&lt;br /&gt;- Love: too much sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried: best times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavor: plain, chocolate and strawberry&lt;br /&gt;- Movies: everything on my list to the left and more&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness?: occasionally &lt;br /&gt;- McD’s or BK: Burger King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Siblings: 3&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings: just one in both ears&lt;br /&gt;- Number: dont really have one, but i use 7 in a lot of my exaggerations (ie: 700 million years, 7 hours, 7 year old...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- One wish: that Brad and Cesar would get their acts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Perfect Pizza: cheese, pepperoni, olives, mushrooms and no sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Quail: are cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry: death, spiritual and physical&lt;br /&gt;- Reality T.V.: lame&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Station: 100.3 or 96.7 in provo, and i haven't found a good one here.&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle?: in a circle? im gonna say no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song: begin Ben Lee, hotel california (acoustic) the eagles, white flag dido, and a million more. ill put up an actual list someday&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: 7-8 depends on the shoe&lt;br /&gt;- Salad Dressing: any vinaigrette. i especially love olive gardens. they have the best salads!!&lt;br /&gt;- Sushi: not my favorite, but i am willing to try it again if i can find a better place to get it&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped school: story of my life&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily?: of course. i cant stand not to&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?: yes&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower?: even better&lt;br /&gt;- Swear?: absolutely not&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: STRAWBERRIES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;-Time for bed: anytime&lt;br /&gt;-Thunderstorms: LOVE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictable: people sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot: somewhere warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weaknesses: sooooo many&lt;br /&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: i really dont know. one of the coolest ones im sure ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most: all my friends are funny. i cant out my finger on who is the funniest&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling: feeling like i am not doing any good. like i feel right now. completely hopeless :(&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to be a model?: maybe when i was like 8. haha&lt;br /&gt;- Worst Weather?: snow! i hate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays: only had them on my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;- Year it is now: 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow: it a difficult color to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal: any type of feline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in your bed beside you?: i haven't even slept in my for two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;2. You went to the mall with?: chan maybe&lt;br /&gt;3. You went to dinner with?: Brad and Cesar&lt;br /&gt;4. You talked to on the phone?: my dad?&lt;br /&gt;5. Made you laugh?: German maybe? i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;6. Hugged you?: Briana? man, i really cant remember&lt;br /&gt;7. Said they loved you? Cesar probably&lt;br /&gt;8. Held your hand?: ha! not in a long time. Justin i guess...&lt;br /&gt;9. Spoke with? Chan. she is sitting right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;10. You cried over? Cesar and Brad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-8931673360315210216?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/8931673360315210216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=8931673360315210216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8931673360315210216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8931673360315210216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/02/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-7553989658668005610</id><published>2009-01-24T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:01:02.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been....too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't written in a very very long time. But the sad thing about that is that I don't really have a lot to say at the moment. I am back at home paying of the loans and saving money to eventually go to culinary school. Hopefully we'll be ready within the next year or so. I just turned 20 three days ago. Woohoo! I guess its good to not be a teenager anymore, but to be  completely honest, it doesn't feel any different. But I suppose it's nice when people ask how old I am to say that I am 20. It's kinda surreal. I don't feel old enough to be 20...not that it's really that old. I just...I'm not there. Oh well, maybe I will catch up with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I've been doing as of late is working and hanging out with Brad and Cesar. I know most of you frown on that, but you're just going to have to deal with it because I know what I am doing. Believe it or not I do have control over myself and what goes on in my life, theres nothing to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that's all there is to it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-7553989658668005610?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/7553989658668005610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=7553989658668005610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7553989658668005610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7553989658668005610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-beentoo-long.html' title='its been....too long'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-7133191061136749012</id><published>2008-12-18T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:19:48.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar Creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have worked at Cougar Creations for almost a year and a half. It has been the best job that I have ever had. My boss is great, my hours are flexible, and the work is easy. I get to meet a lot of people doing all sorts of interesting jobs and projects. Some people have come in with the most amazing designs. I usually print out the big 3'x5' posters that hang around in the Wilk so you can imagine that cool things that I see. But we never fail to attract the most idiotic incompetent people. I know everyone has heard me complain about how dumb people are, but I thought, since I am almost finished working here, that I would finally spell out what exactly is the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One of my biggest annoyances would have to be people who have no idea how to use a computer. I'm fine with the old people who aren't familiar with the new versions of the Office programs that we use here. Thats not the problem. It's the middle aged people who don't know how to use THEIR OWN jump drives. If you can't use it, don't have it!! And then there are the young people, the people my age, who have lived their entire lives on computers, who don't know how to navigate the files that they have created. And of course, they expect us to be able to fix all of their problems. We aren't trained for anything that has to do with any of the programs on the lab computers. Our only job is to print off what the people send to us. Fortunately for all the nincompoops that come in, we all know most of the basics about the office programs. And even luckier still, I know my way around Photoshop. Its the programs like Illustrator and Publisher that we don't know anything about. The only help we can give there is in the print dialog box. And even there we are feeling around blindly sometimes. Macs are also a problem. It's funny, no one that works here knows their way around a Mac. Its lucky we only have two here. I suppose I wouldn't have a problem helping people try to figure out these programs if they didn't get mad at us for not knowing how to do things of if their files don't come out right. They blame us, the employees, personally, for the printers crappiness. How is that fair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here are just some tips for the next time you go into Cougar Creations on the Color side:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. 11x17 and 8.5x11 are NOT posters! Even if you are going to hang it on a wall don't call it a poster. We print actual posters here and its very very annoying to take your jump drive, plug it in, resize your image just to find out that you only want a small print. Please, for the love of everything that it good DO NOT CALL THEM POSTERS! You can pretty much all them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; else. A slice of cheese, I don't care...anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Be considerate of the fact that we might have other jobs printing and don't come in with 4 minutes till your class starts needing 4 copies of a 70 page document printed to turn in. Its just not going to get done. No matter how impatiently you stare at us, no matter how many times you sigh, or ask us if its done, its not going to make things go any faster. Plan ahead. We aren't busy all the time, but chances are if you have a project due, other classes will too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. I'm sure there are other things. I can't remember them now though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-7133191061136749012?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/7133191061136749012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=7133191061136749012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7133191061136749012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7133191061136749012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/12/cougar-creations.html' title='Cougar Creations'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-4135861300156277814</id><published>2008-12-01T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:52:05.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats the matter with these scissors?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nothing much to blog about today. I was just thinking the other day about the ridiculous "games" they have come up with for the systems that are out there nowadays. For instance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For the Nintendo DS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/5462/2h/images.gamezone.com/screens/36/6/75/b36675_NDS.jpg" /&gt; personal trainer cooking. This is the description: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whether you're new to the kitchen or a seasoned gourmet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Personal Trainer: Cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; will change the way you approach the culinary arts. It's a fun and informative piece of interactive software that makes cooking easy for anyone in the family! Make tasty dishes, from simple snacks to extravagant dinners - and focus on the food while you cook thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://personaltrainercooking.com/features/index.html#features-hands-free-voice-control" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hands-Free Voice Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nintendo DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. From the grocery store to the oven, Personal Trainer: Cooking is your all-in-one cooking guide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(48, 48, 48);   line-height: 27px;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:15px;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;his one doesnt really bother me, its just weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For the Nintendo WII:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;WII Music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Create a musical masterpiece with up to four players. Anyone can play the huge selection of instruments in Wii Music with simple motions—like strumming and drumming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• It’s easy to play improv jams. Musicians in your band jam by simply playing their instruments to the beat of a song or by improvising to their heart’s content. Play faster. Play slower. Skip a beat, or throw in 10 more. No matter what you do, Wii Music automatically transforms your improv stylings into great music. There are no mistakes—just playing for the pure joy of playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:16px;"&gt;Heaven forbid you actually play a really instrument. I have a sneaking suspicion that this will get rid of what little talent there is in the world. No one will want to go through the effort of really learning to play. I think the thing that will bother me the most is when people claim that they can actually play those instruments. Just like with guitar hero. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:16px;"&gt;I'm sure there are others that I have seen, but I can't think of them at the moment. I just can't believe what an impact video games are making on society. In a very really way, computers are taking over. Haha, that sounded weird and geeky, but its true. Not only is everyone in the world physically attached to their phones, ipods, or iphones, but there is a computer every twenty feet or so, and now we have computerized musical instruments and cooking. How strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-4135861300156277814?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/4135861300156277814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=4135861300156277814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4135861300156277814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4135861300156277814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-matter-with-these-scissors.html' title='whats the matter with these scissors?'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-1031568727183160059</id><published>2008-11-16T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:28:24.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i've decided that i really like teaching in relief society. it's really nerve racking, but i love it still. thats all. i just never thought i would enjoy it, but i do :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-1031568727183160059?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/1031568727183160059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=1031568727183160059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1031568727183160059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1031568727183160059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like.html' title='i like'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-1057591772065844828</id><published>2008-11-12T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:53:05.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty is nifty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 8px; font: normal normal normal small/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;What time did you get up this morning? 6:30 and then 8&lt;br /&gt;   2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;   3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;   4. What is your favorite TV show? Pushing Daisies and The Office&lt;br /&gt;   5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Pop Tarts or a Protein bar. Depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;   6. What is your middle name? Eden&lt;br /&gt;   7. What food do you dislike? most desserts.&lt;br /&gt;   8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? i listen to mixes&lt;br /&gt;   9. What kind of car do you drive? dont drive&lt;br /&gt;   10. Favorite sandwich? Chicken Pizziola right now, from Subway.&lt;br /&gt;   11.What characteristic do you despise? annoying ones&lt;br /&gt;   12. Favorite item of clothing? Jeans and flip flops&lt;br /&gt;   13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would&lt;br /&gt;you go? England, France, SCotland, or New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;   14. Favorite brand of clothing? I like my jeans from AE. Im not really particular about anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;   15. Where would you retire to? anywhere really. as long as i was with my hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;   16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? i dont have memorable bdays&lt;br /&gt;   17. Favorite sport to watch? Murderball! Football obviously&lt;br /&gt;   18. Furthest place you are sending this? im not sending this to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;   19. Person you expect to send it back first? No one.&lt;br /&gt;   20. When is your birthday? January 21, 1989&lt;br /&gt;   21. Are you a morning person or a night person. Night. but mostly i like to sleep always&lt;br /&gt;   22. What is your shoe size? depends on the shoe. ranges from 7.5-8.5&lt;br /&gt;   23. Pets? not any more&lt;br /&gt;   24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? Im moving to Draper in a few months!&lt;br /&gt;   25. What did you want to be when you were little?  a singer on broadway&lt;br /&gt;   26. How are you today? ive been better&lt;br /&gt;   27. What is your favorite candy? Twix or rolos&lt;br /&gt;   28. What is your favorite flower? Tulips or anything. i love flowers&lt;br /&gt;   29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? One that doesnt involve me being a student at BYU&lt;br /&gt;   30. What is your full name? Samantha Eden Brimley&lt;br /&gt;   31.What are you listening to right now? Big Girl by Mika&lt;br /&gt;   32. What was the last thing you ate? beef and bean burrito&lt;br /&gt;   33. Do you wish on stars? not realistically.&lt;br /&gt;   34. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? turquoise &lt;br /&gt;   35. How is the weather right now? cold and rainy. beautiful in other words.&lt;br /&gt;   36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? havent spoken to anyone on the phone today&lt;br /&gt;   37. Favorite soft drink? A&amp;amp;W rootbeer. &lt;br /&gt;   38. Favorite restaurant? Tucanos&lt;br /&gt;   39. Real hair color? Brown and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;   40. What was your favorite toy as a child? my kaite doll&lt;br /&gt;   41. Summer or winter? Summer, amazingly enough&lt;br /&gt;   42. Hugs or kisses? hugs. they cause less trouble&lt;br /&gt;   43. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate, lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;   44. Coffee or tea? i like ice tea&lt;br /&gt;   45. Do you want your friends to email you back? im not emailing this, but if i did send them an email, i would want them to send me something back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;   46. When was the last time you cried? couple nights ago&lt;br /&gt;   47. What is under your bed? lots of boxes&lt;br /&gt;   48. What did you do last night? sang to songs darrell was playing&lt;br /&gt;   49. What are you afraid of?  scary things. the huge amounts of debt that i have&lt;br /&gt;   50. Salty or sweet? Salty.&lt;br /&gt;   51. How many keys on your key ring? one, for a car that doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;   52. Favorite sound? rain, cars driving in the rain, raindrops hitting an umbrella, good music &lt;br /&gt;   53.Favorite day of the week? Thursday=good shift at work and no class&lt;br /&gt;   54. How many towns have you lived in? 3. springfield, kennewick, provo&lt;br /&gt;   55. Do you make friends easily? yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;   56. How many people will you send this to? none&lt;br /&gt;   57. How many will respond? idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-1057591772065844828?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/1057591772065844828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=1057591772065844828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1057591772065844828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1057591772065844828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/11/fifty-is-nifty.html' title='fifty is nifty'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-6196800946288592258</id><published>2008-11-02T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:20:21.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQ3SeWOr6BI/AAAAAAAAAxA/QGZwoGu9xYQ/s320/ppg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQ3Sut3frfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eVf5EgO10NA/s1600-h/DSCI0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQ3Sut3frfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eVf5EgO10NA/s320/DSCI0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264095239494151666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I feel as though my Halloween has lasted all month when in reality, it has only lasted a whole week. (Which is still too long...)It started last Friday when Justin and I went to our ward Halloween party. Then on Saturday when Maria, Jessica, and I went to our stake Halloween dance. Then we jump to this Friday (actual day of Halloween). I wore my costume all day, to class, to work, and then trick-or-treating. And finally on Saturday again we went to our last party at the Spring Haven Lodge. And now Halloween is over!!! On to Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQ3Qs3Nu9FI/AAAAAAAAAww/3bpJB_t7X40/s320/DSCI0332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is us right before we went trick-or-treating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Clark, me, Marie, jessica, Laura, Darrell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQ3P8hfaEQI/AAAAAAAAAwg/iE1yTr1Dgsw/s320/DSCI0333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQ3P8yeLVBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/bbjmW-elmn8/s320/DSCI0334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  Me and Jessica at her ward party. We were really really tired of wearing our Powerpuff Girl costumes, so we threw these together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-6196800946288592258?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/6196800946288592258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=6196800946288592258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6196800946288592258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6196800946288592258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/11/sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQ3SeWOr6BI/AAAAAAAAAxA/QGZwoGu9xYQ/s72-c/ppg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5961132135482794825</id><published>2008-10-28T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:59:25.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want Proof Every Thing's on the Up-and-Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQdg-7z_zzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6yC5HIf8_B0/s1600-h/me+and+justin.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQdg-7z_zzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6yC5HIf8_B0/s320/me+and+justin.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262281323929653042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, wouldn't you know it, right after I wrote that "woe is me" post, my life would significantly improve? (haha, I lost all grammar in that last sentence. I'm not sure it was ac&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tually a question...oh well) Anyway, the social aspect of my life could not be going better right now. I have barely been over to apt 26 twice in the last two weeks. Not that I am excited about that, I do miss them. But, not being with them 24/7 has blessed me a lot. I've been going on dates! Yes, it's true, honest to goodness real dates! The first one was last Friday, I went out with a guy in my ward named Justin Smiley (JustinS). We decided to dress up in formal clothes. We went to Olive Garden, our ward party (for like 2 seconds because it was lame) then we went on a walk (again for 2 seconds because it was dark and I was scared!) then we went to the dollar theater and watched Kung Fu Panda. It was a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Saturday Marie, Jessica, and I went to the Stake Halloween Dance dressed as the PowerPuff girls. We looked pretty cool. I'll put a picture up when I have one. JustinS came to the dance and danced with me. He told me that I was his first slow dance since his mission, and that he was glad that it was me. Aww :) He walked me home and we held hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Sunday JustinS and I went for a walk after ward prayer and went to something called "Tunnel Singing." Basically a bunch of people stand in a tunnel and sing hymns for an hour. It was really fun except for all the freshmen. They were really annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Monday I went out with a friend of mine from when I worked at OfficeMax. Coincidentally his name is also Justin. I will call him JustinK to clarify. JustinK and I went to Red Lobster (yummo!) where I had flounder (which was interesting) and then we went to a jazz concert. I have to admit that jazz isn't really my thing. I can appreciate it just like I can appreciate most forms of music, but I kinda dozed off during some of the songs. But I had a really really good time regardless. JustinK and I had really good conversation and it will be fun to go out with him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Wednesday JustinS and I are going stargazing. And this morning he texted me just to say, "Good Morning!" How cute. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5961132135482794825?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5961132135482794825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5961132135482794825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5961132135482794825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5961132135482794825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-want-proof-every-things-on-up-and.html' title='You Want Proof Every Thing&apos;s on the Up-and-Up?'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SQdg-7z_zzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6yC5HIf8_B0/s72-c/me+and+justin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5903788910123970953</id><published>2008-10-18T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:24:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been thinking lately about how crappy it is sometimes to be single. I feel as though I have seen an unusual amount of couples holding hands around campus and it makes me feel incredibly lonely. Dating is all most of my friends talk about, they often spend their time thinking of things to do to get more girls to come over. It makes me wonder what exactly I have been doing to warrant this little dry spell. I don't have to wonder very long before I realize that among the numerous other reasons, my singleness is mostly due to the fact that I spend the majority of my time in my friends apartment. Everyone knows that apt 26 has become more of a home to me than my own apt is. This has its ups and downs. I love everyone that lives there. Clark, Ryan, Quinn, Darrell, Bibs, and Garrett. They have been so good to me and I have a lot of fun with them. I am comfortable with them and I could spend every minute of the day with them. This was all well and good until they decided that they had had enough. I think that we all know that nothing is ever going to happen romantically between any of us. I could be content hanging out with just them, but apparently that isn't enough for them. I have been put on the back burner. Not that I blame them. I am only interested in one guy in that apartment and I would feel bad I suppose for compromising the others' time. Unfortunately for me, the one that I have feelings for doesn't reciprocate. Its ok. Its one of those things you get used to. He claims that he doesn't know me very well, that I never open up about myself, but then he never asks questions to get to know me. I can't answer the questions he isn't asking. I can't blame him though. I am very difficult to get to know. I have a "don't speak unless spoken to" sort of mentality. I can't just spill, open up and let people know who I am. I have been trying to figure out why that is and I have come up with a few explanations. I have issues with trust. It is hard for me to talk about who I am to someone, to let them in, to give them parts of me because when they disappoint me, when they leave me, and they always do, what will I have left? If I give it all away what will I have when they are gone? Another thing I have been thinking of is that I am not very practiced in the ways for conversation. I am a listener. Thats what I have always been. People talk to me and I listen. Thats what I love, thats what I do. Therefore, I am not good at recognizing cues of when I should say something about myself. This was evident when I was talking to Quinn about how he didn't really know about me. I told him that I have trust issues and about the little bit I already said, and he fired back at me with how I could have told him about why I have trust issues. To share that with him never even crossed my mind. Thirdly, I don't really know myself. I am still trying to figure out just exactly who I am. And I am having quite a hard time with it. How does anyone really get to know themselves? I know that I am LDS, a Brimley, a girl, a BYU student, I don't like a lot of deserts, I love to laugh. What else exactly am I supposed to know. What are other people supposed to know. When I think about my friends and what I know about them I feel as though they have done an adequate job letting me know who they are, but that I have given them just as much information about myself. How is it that they claim that they still don't know me? What do I have to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So many times I want to talk to Quinn about all this but whenever I think that I am ready to do it, I feel like he isn't listening or that he isn't in a serious enough mood. It's so frustrating. And it's a little unfair that I can be such a good listener for him and others but when I finally want to say something, no one will listen. Its just hard for me to bring anything up. I don't want to pass up any opportunity, but I feel like my chances are slipping away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the last week I have only been at apt 26 on Sunday for a couple of hours and on Thursday to watch the game. This is part of a plan to help the boys appreciate me and to not just expect me to be there, but I feel as though it is hurting more than I thought it would help. I am afraid that instead of missing me, they are actually glad that I am not there all the time. Ryan leads me to believe that at least he and Clark are affected by my absence. But none of the other seemed to have noticed. Oh well, I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later. I can't be around them all the time for the rest of our lives. Its just as well we seperate now. Its hard for me though. I don't feel as though I can go anywhere else. I have spent so much time there that I have no where else to turn. And most of me doesn't want to go anywhere. I love it there. I love them. What is so wrong with that? But the rest of me knows that I am wasting my time. I need to get out of there to progress with life. I want to get married and have a family. And as much as it pains me to say it, that certainly isn't going to happen in apt 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I feel, now that I am out, that I don't remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to date. I don't remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; not to flirt without meaning it. I don't remember that I am in fact, someone worth being with. It hasn't been forever since I have had someone interested in me, but I still feel like I am emerging from 26 and walking around in a world that I am not familiar with. And even those relationships that I have had have been basically worthless. Very petty and unsubstantial. I want someone to love me. To want to be with me on my good days and my bad days. Someone who can just sit with me and talk, not talk, listen, sleep, study, eat, whatever. Where and how can I find that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5903788910123970953?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5903788910123970953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5903788910123970953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5903788910123970953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5903788910123970953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-long.html' title='It&apos;s long...'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-3940408944086013706</id><published>2008-10-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:17:02.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep, or the lack thereof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Can I just say that I, 100%, absolutely, and without a doubt hate,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; snoring! It seriously is the bane of my existence. I am one of the lightest sleepers in the world and I am not entirely sure I know what I did to deserve having to live with two roommates who snore louder than car engines. I have a pretty hectic schedule and am busy most of the day, needless to say, when I finally do get home and am ready for bed, I want to be able to sleep. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hey, what a novel concept...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; In perfect conditions it takes me about a half hour to an hour to fall asleep. With a motor boat for a roommate I'm lucky if I get two hours of sleep the whole night. All is not lost however. I recently discovered the wonderment of ear plugs and I have put them to use and have had three or four days of wonderful sleep. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ps. BYU is still dominating. Except they are letting people score now, which isn't that cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-3940408944086013706?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/3940408944086013706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=3940408944086013706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3940408944086013706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3940408944086013706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-or-lack-thereof.html' title='sleep, or the lack thereof'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-699256086974640195</id><published>2008-09-26T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:20:05.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the result of my Timpanogos hike. My toenails jammed back into my toe and it was more painful than you would believe. After a while though they stopped hurting. The nail on my left big toe was partially lifted off of the bed but the right big toe seemed fine. I usually keep nail polish on my toe nails and I happened to paint them dark blue a few weeks ago. As the polish began to chip I noticed that my righ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; toenail still looked blue even though the polish wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s almost off. When I took the nail polish completely off I found a very blue and purple right toenail and a very gross looking yellowy left toenail. I went to the pediatrist and he told me that there was nothing he could do for me. He could take the nails off and clean under them but that could lead to infection so it was best just to leave well enough alone. They didn't hurt after all. I was at the hot tub on Wednesday night and I was sitting on the edge and i accidentally scrapped my left foot against the botto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;m of the floor. I could feel my nail peel back. It was disgusting. I tried ignoring it but the movement of the water was making the nail lift. After I got out of the hot tub I went and bought some hydrogen peroxide and proceeded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to rip off my toenail. Luckily, it didn't hurt at all. It was just a little uncomfortable. It was kinda like pulling a really loose tooth, except there was no pain and no blood. I figure the nail had been detatched for a while and was just hangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng on by the skin a little. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SN175sB91VI/AAAAAAAAAns/WJNOL5GValc/s1600-h/toes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SN175sB91VI/AAAAAAAAAns/WJNOL5GValc/s320/toes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250488971586032978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SN175tdj1RI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qHczOr_-L-g/s1600-h/toes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SN175tdj1RI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qHczOr_-L-g/s320/toes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250488971970204946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-699256086974640195?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/699256086974640195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=699256086974640195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/699256086974640195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/699256086974640195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/09/toes.html' title='toes...'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SN175sB91VI/AAAAAAAAAns/WJNOL5GValc/s72-c/toes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-1813726868859230624</id><published>2008-09-13T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:38:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booyah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;BYU whooped UC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;LA 59-0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;bab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;y!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://grfx.cstv.com/schools/ucir/graphics/byu-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://grfx.cstv.com/schools/ucir/graphics/byu-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;GO COUGARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-1813726868859230624?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/1813726868859230624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=1813726868859230624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1813726868859230624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1813726868859230624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/09/booyah.html' title='Booyah!'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5441714565334309038</id><published>2008-08-25T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:00:08.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Little While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't posted anything in a while so I thought I would give a little update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not entirely sure what is going on with my life right now. School starts in a week and a day and I think I am excited for it. Yes excited because it's kinda fun to start up school again with new classes and new experiences, but not excited because this semester is going to be really hard for me. I have to get pretty dang good grades in most if not all of my classes so I can get my GPA up so I don't get kicked out. Thats a little stressful. I think I can do it though. I have some pretty good friends and with their support I'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;I might be getting a second job. That is just going to make everything that much more difficult. But I have to do what I have to do. I know I can't really live off of what I am making now, working as little as I do, so I just need to pick up a few hours somewhere else. Hopefully it wont be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I moved into my new apartment Thursday of last week. Its pretty nice. My roommates are nice too. They went out of town this weekend so I haven't had much chance to get to know them, but I think its going to be good. Marie is homeless right now so she is staying in my apartment until she can move into hers. Actually, my apartment has become something of a shelter. We had three homeless girls stay with us. One of which no one knew. How strange.&lt;br /&gt;I spent all of Saturday helping Aaron move out of his apt and into his new one which is also very nice. He moved over to Raintree which is like the sister complex of the Glenhood. I've decided that the 'hood is the neglected child of this family. Aaron's apt is so much nicer than anything I've seen at the 'hood. And he claims that it is the same price. I think I am definitely going to move there sometime in the near future. Maybe after fall semester, maybe after winter. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;I decided sometime last week that I wanted to be happier and to smile more and not let stupid annoying things get me down. But despite my best efforts I feel a little depressed right now. It seems as though one of my really good friends and I can't in fact be friends any more. Despite what he has said about wanting to still be friends and about how good a friend I am, I can't believe it when he doesn't say a word to me for two weeks and ignores me whenever I walk into a room. It's just as well I suppose. He is a lot like another guy in my life who was not good for me. I guess I'm just going to have to get used to the idea that I can't have his type of person in my life. It's hard, but I'll get over it eventually. What makes it even more unbearable is that I think about him constantly. I try everything I can think of not to, but I can't help myself. It hurts a lot. A lot a lot. And that makes me mad. I want to be done with him like he is very obviously done with me. There are times when I think that I am done with him. Then something will trigger a memory and it's all over. What to do, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;There is a little consolation though. Another one of my friends that I have had a thing for for quite a while is showing a little bit of interest. It's very complicated though. There are lots of obstacles and I'm sure, in the end, I'll lose, but the fight will be interesting. If I don't mess everything up. Which I might. It's been known to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is everything that is going on with me for the moment. Just dealing with life at the moment. It's quite the ride, thats for sure. Jacob's one year mark is coming up in the next month so that is incredibly exciting! I can't wait for him to be home again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5441714565334309038?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5441714565334309038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5441714565334309038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5441714565334309038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5441714565334309038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-little-while.html' title='The Past Little While'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5882110309179582960</id><published>2008-08-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:13:01.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb Every Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We hiked up Mt. Timpanogos last weekend. It was awesome. We left at 5 in the morning. We were all really dumb the night before, I didn't go to bed till 1 or so and I think Clark went to bed even later. Oh well. The hike up wasn't that bad. It wasn't too steep. The only thing I didn't like was the rocks. Yuck. It took us about 5 hours to get to the top. It was really amazing. The way back down sucked like no other. I didn't have real shoes for hiking so my feel were killing me. It was hot and not fun at all. The trail seemed twenty times longer going down then it did going up. It took us three hours to get down, but at long last, we did. It was fun, but I don't think I will do it again for a while. I am proud to say that I have indeed climbed to the top of a mountain. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5234094656359555489%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5882110309179582960?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5882110309179582960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5882110309179582960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5882110309179582960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5882110309179582960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/08/climb-every-mountain.html' title='Climb Every Mountain'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-4638085052787227025</id><published>2008-08-06T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:19:16.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thanks for all you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've missed you for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can't believe you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You still live in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I feel you in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You guide me constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've never knew what it was to be alone, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause you were always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You were always there waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And ill come home and I miss your face so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Smiling down on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I close my eyes to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I know, you're a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it's your song that sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sing it while I feel I can't hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sing tonight cause it comforts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I carry the things that remind me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In loving memory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The one that was so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Your were as kind as you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And even though you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You still mean the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've never knew what it was to be alone, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause you were always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You were always there waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But now I come home and it's not the same, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It feels empty and alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can't believe you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I know, you're a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it's your song that sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sing it while I feel I can't hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sing tonight cause it comforts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm glad he set you free from sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll still love you more tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you will be here with me still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And what you did you did with feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And You always found the meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I know, you're a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it's your song that sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sing it while I feel I can't hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sing tonight cause it comforts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss my baby. I can't help but think that if I hadn't left him, he would still be alive. I should have been there. I should have known something was wrong. I've failed him and I will never forgive myself for it. I miss him so much. I just want to hold him again. I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-4638085052787227025?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/4638085052787227025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=4638085052787227025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4638085052787227025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4638085052787227025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-7394584562459325746</id><published>2008-08-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:43:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my precious baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-7394584562459325746?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/7394584562459325746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=7394584562459325746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7394584562459325746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/7394584562459325746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5266819505437165808</id><published>2008-07-22T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:55:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moldy raspberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made a fruit pizza yesterday. It was pretty good. It looked a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mine looked a little better though. And it had bananas on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SIY7ABr13BI/AAAAAAAAAik/-72xyLbBvCw/s1600-h/FruitPizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SIY7ABr13BI/AAAAAAAAAik/-72xyLbBvCw/s320/FruitPizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225929289248398354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5266819505437165808?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5266819505437165808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5266819505437165808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5266819505437165808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5266819505437165808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/07/moldy-raspberries.html' title='moldy raspberries'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SIY7ABr13BI/AAAAAAAAAik/-72xyLbBvCw/s72-c/FruitPizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5392555285374449439</id><published>2008-07-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:42:34.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Disney Princess Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You Are Pocahantas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Pocahantas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, the Indian. Go figure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5392555285374449439?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5392555285374449439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5392555285374449439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5392555285374449439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5392555285374449439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-disney-princess-are-you.html' title='Which Disney Princess Are You?'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5851818718393058510</id><published>2008-07-12T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:39:00.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Way You Want It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This month has been the month of concerts for me. In all actuality I have only been to two, but since I've never been to any concerts in my whole life it seems like a lot. Jeremy and I went to the Journey/Heart/Cheap trick concert on Friday. Sayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g that it was quite the experience is putting it lightly. I don't think I have ever been through anything quite like it. Jeremy and I headed out a little later than we should have and about 15 outside of the theater traffic came to a stand still. We decided that it might be faster to find some back roads so we pulled off the highway and made our way toward USANA Ampitheater. It turned out to be a bad idea. Traffic wasn't moving anywhere. The next bright idea we had was that it might be faster to walk. The benefit of this was also that we would not have to pay for parking, if that was necessary, and also we could avoid all the getting out of the theater traffic. So we started walking, not really having any idea of how far it was to the theater. At first it worked out pretty well. We were passing all the cars as if they we all parked. We were pretty happy with ourselves. We reached an inters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ection and started talking to a cop who told us that there had been an accident at this intersection and thats why traffic was so backed up. He also told us that we had about 10 blocks more to walk. Blegh. After we passed this intersection the traffic started flowing normally and our once brilliant plan of walking turned into an excruciatingly hot and arduous bad idea. Finally a car with a couple of women in it slowed and asked us if we wanted a ride up to the concert. I was ready to refuse them, because, duh, you don't accept rides from strangers, hello. But Jeremy was all about saying yes, so we hopped into the car. The ladies were swearing and smoking up a storm. And to top it all off: they were lesbians. I seriously had to focus all my energy into not cracking up. It was one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;funniest things ever. Oh my goodness. They asked for one of our numbers so we could find them after the concert. I wasn't about to give them my number so Jeremy added them and we went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen so many lesbians in my whole life combined as I saw at this concert. I can only assume that it was for Heart. Everywhere I looked there were women holding hands or doing other things...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were really late so we didn't get to see Cheap Trick which was sad. I would have liked to see that. But we did get there in time to see all of Heart's p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;erformance. But I have to say that it was kinda disappointing. It might have been because I didn't want to be mistaken for a lesbian, I didn't want to seem too interested in Heart. They played some good songs but I really just didn't like their performance. At the very end they played "Crazy On You" and that is my favorite song of theirs so it was good. Then Journey came out. They have a new lead singer so I wasn't sure how it would be, but he sounded perfect. Its weird though, because he is Asian. He was good though, no doubt about that. I think I should have brushed up on my Journey before coming to this concert because I wasn't as enthused as I feel I should have been. I knew a lot of the songs they were playing and they were mostly good songs. They kept playing song from their n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ew album and it was kinda bummish because it was obvious that no one really knew those songs. But it was all good. It would have been better if I hadn't have had one of the biggest headaches in the world. And wouldn't you know it, after the concert we were trying to find the ladies that gave us the ride and they called Jeremy and told him that they had left early. Yep. Thats right, they ditched us. It really doesn't get any better than that. Or so one would like to think. We started hoofing it back to the car and we get lost. We wandered around for about an hour and a half. Finally we walked up to a fire department and asked for directions. When we got back to the car we were exhausted. And I was de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lirious. But its all good. It makes for a good story now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frontiers.it/portals/0/album/Ridimensiona%20diJourney_Cover_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.frontiers.it/portals/0/album/Ridimensiona%20diJourney_Cover_F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5851818718393058510?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5851818718393058510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5851818718393058510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5851818718393058510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5851818718393058510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/07/any-way-you-want-it.html' title='Any Way You Want It'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-2460707472975772806</id><published>2008-07-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:20:04.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Of Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the Styx concert. It was amazing, to say the least. Oh my heck. I seriously cannot think of something that has ever made me so excited! It was kinda surreal, this band playing all my favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SHRJow2gU6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Cm4956vuquo/s1600-h/08styx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SHRJow2gU6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Cm4956vuquo/s320/08styx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220878832686355362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s, people screaming and singing, the energy was thick in the air. I was screaming and singin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g at the top of my lungs right along with all of them. Unfortunately, true to form, I didn't lose my voice. It was kinda raspy, but it wasn't gone and it didn't take much to get it back to no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rmal. Oh well. The car show was awesome too. There were so many Mustangs, it was like heaven. I got to touch them :) The guy I was with probably thought I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SHRKasRwV3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/CdRnDFedLLY/s1600-h/sk202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SHRKasRwV3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/CdRnDFedLLY/s200/sk202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220879690451933042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crazy, some of the Mus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tangs actually took my breath away. Ha ha! They were all so gorgeous! I'll have some one day. Just wait :)&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we drove to Eric's brother and sister in law's house and I stayed there and hung out with his family. I had a really good time. I love his family. They are so normal. It's really refreshing. The boys worked on the garage they were building and the women made them food and hung out in the air conditioning. It was wonderful. Eric took me out on the four wheeler. I got to drive it, but I don't think I was very good. I almost tipped us over, but luckily I have mad skills and saved us :) And that was basically one of the greatest weekends ever!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was less than excellent, but we are dealing with that. Hopefully everything works out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-2460707472975772806?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/2460707472975772806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=2460707472975772806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2460707472975772806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2460707472975772806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-of-times.html' title='The Best Of Times'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SHRJow2gU6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Cm4956vuquo/s72-c/08styx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-6774497407066619579</id><published>2008-06-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:52:04.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timpanogos Caves and a Very Long Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend my friends and I went up Mount. Timpanogos to hike the caves. It was seriously one of the best weekends I have had in a long time! The drive was so long but it was beautiful. It took us about two hours to drive up the mountain. Apparently we went the long way, but we found an awesome little waterfall that we climbed up. The view was miraculous! I love living here. Everything is so wonderful and the nature is fantastic! I am so blessed to live in this beautiful world! When we finally got to the base of the hike to the caves it was 2 o'clock and really really hot. Somewhere around 90 degrees at least. We had about a mile and a half hike ahead of us, but we were so jazzed! The hike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SGUJ7xsJqzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vJkVM08X6yY/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SGUJ7xsJqzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vJkVM08X6yY/s200/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216586665934039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was pretty easy, not too steep, but it was so hot! We got to the top just in time for our tour of the caves. I have never been in a cave before so this was a whole new crazy experience for me! Inside the caves was so cold but it felt really good after being in the blazing sun! Our tour guide was a little weird, but she was still cool. There was one part where they turned all the lights off and it got so dark. I don't think I have ever been in such darkness. Our tour guide shined a laser pointer into a diamond ring and the light went everywhere. It was like a red and blue disco ball. It was so cool. All in all it was a fantastic experience and I cant wait to do it again. The hike down was fun because we saw a chipmunk and a lizard. They were cute.&lt;br /&gt;We drove back to Provo the short way and got back just in time to leave for the Mormon Miracle Pageant in Manti. I was mostly just excited to see the temple. Manti is my favorite. And rightly so, it was beautiful. The show however, was a little weird. It was crazy cheesy. I think everyone should go once, for the experience, but that is all. The best part was the protesters. There was a part in the show where a minster from another faith said that it was by faith alone that you could be saved. Right after he said that the protesters at the back of the audience started shouting and cheering in agreement! It was hilarious! We got home really late but it was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5216415521425031137%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-6774497407066619579?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/6774497407066619579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=6774497407066619579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6774497407066619579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6774497407066619579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/06/timpanogos-caves-and-very-long-saturday.html' title='Timpanogos Caves and a Very Long Saturday!'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SGUJ7xsJqzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vJkVM08X6yY/s72-c/IMG_0451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-6457270851250825393</id><published>2008-06-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:25:21.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smeagol, Gollum, Seagull, Mickey Mouse, The Homni, Pewter, Freakin' Piece of Junk, or Whatever You Want to Call It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Dad called me last night with an exciting update on the Omni. He got the gas gauge to work!! How awesome! This car's journey has been a long and strange one. It started out at two separate Omnis. A gray one and a white one. Then after my car accident they merged into the gray and white wonder that cruised the streets of Kennewick during my high school days. I was probably the most unreliable car in the whole world. If it was parked for more then 24 hours without being driven it would stop working. The gas gauge didn't work. The car doors locked, but you couldn't unlock them from the outside. The windshield was cracked (I have been pulled over twice for this). The clock never turned off. The oil leaked. The break pads wore out a couple of times. And pretty much any other problem you could think of. My wonderful dad has fixed almost all of these problems! Too bad he didn't get it all done when I was still driving it around. Oh well, it's all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-6457270851250825393?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/6457270851250825393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=6457270851250825393' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6457270851250825393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/6457270851250825393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/06/smeagol-gollum-seagull-mickey-mouse.html' title='Smeagol, Gollum, Seagull, Mickey Mouse, The Homni, Pewter, Freakin&apos; Piece of Junk, or Whatever You Want to Call It'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-1249800211838468545</id><published>2008-06-09T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:43:27.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday In Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Sunday Aaron, Dallin, and I went to Salt Lake to watch Music and the Spoken Word. Basically, it was phenomenal! I loved it. The only part I didn't love was waking up at 6 am so we could get there in time to get good seats. We got there in plenty of time and took a nice stroll around Temple Square in the early morning. It was absolutely beautiful! I have been in the Conference Center a few times on tour, but going in before MSW was something kinda surreal. With everyone else walking in with us it looked just like the scenes they show on tv before conference starts with people trickling in and finding their seats. I was pretty giddy! we got perfect seats, not too close to the front and directly in the middle. We got in as soon as the doors opened and so we got to sit through the Choir's run through. I was floored! I've never heard MoTab in person and it was amazing! It was also fun to see the camera men sweeping about to get their shots. One of the pieces that was done was an organ solo. It was the greatest thing I heard that whole day, hands down! The organist was superb. It looked so hard and sounded amazing! Incredible. The real broadcast was basically the same as the run through. It was more interesting to see the camera people this time though because they were showing the broadcast on the side screens. I could see the cameras moving and then I could see the shots they were taking. It was pretty neat. After the broadcast they had a special little something going on. A 95 year old lady from Florida told a newspaper that her greatest goal in life was to see the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in person. Another lady from Florida who did not know the first woman decided that she was going to make that dream come true. She bought the elderly lady a ticket to SLC and they both flew in to see this performance! It was so touching. The MTC saying "God Be With You Till We Meet Again" to her. On the side screens it showed the old lady, who wasn't a member, singing along with the choir. I admit it, I cried. It was amazing. What a special day to come!&lt;br /&gt;After MSW we all went to Eric's family ward for Sacrament Meeting.  After that Aaron, Dallin, and I went back to SLC to spend the day on Temple Square. First, because we were starving, we grabbed the sandwiches and squeeze-its that we had brought and found a bench to sit on while we enjoyed the warm sun and beautiful view. After waiting in vain for the really cool fountain to start up again we all went to take a tour of the Beehive house. I'd done it before but I don't think I will ever get tired of it! I love all the history and getting to see the place where a prophet lived and raised a family. When we got out of the Beehive house it was about time for the fountain to go on again. So we waited there again. We were having quite a difficult time with this fountain. It was as if someone was watching and laughing at the three goofy people standing around a dormant fountain for 15 mins. But we waited and finally it did go off and it was awesome. After the fountain experience I think we walked around Temple Square for a while and took in all the beautiful flowers. We went inside the Assembly Hall and then to the South Visitor's Center. After that I think we went to watch the Joseph Smith movie. As always that movie was incredible. Every time I see it my testimony of Joseph Smith grows and I cry like a baby. :) We took a tour of the Conference Center next. I always love walking through that beautiful building. All the art inside is wonderful, but the roof is my favorite. I love all the landscaping up there. After that we grabbed some more food and squeeze-its from the car and ate again on Temple Square and watched the fountain one more time. Dallin wanted to go see a near by park before we left so we wondered over there. It was actually a very disturbing experience. The park was alright enough. Kinda swampy, but there were clouds of gnats everywhere!! It was disgusting!!! We went to another park across the street and that wasn't any better. Not only were there Gnats everywhere but one of those cottony trees what going crazy. It looked like it was snowing! It was annoying, but kinda fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;And that was pretty much our day. I think I got everything out of order, but its all there. I'll  have pictures eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5210340310578837585%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I will have more pics soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-1249800211838468545?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/1249800211838468545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=1249800211838468545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1249800211838468545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/1249800211838468545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-in-salt-lake.html' title='Sunday In Salt Lake'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-4415671196100621867</id><published>2008-06-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:06:24.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of these dumb chain mail about you things...</title><content type='html'>I swear this is the last one, but its pretty darn funny so I had to put it in :) ahh the 90s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a 90's kid if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just cant resist finishing this... "Iiiiiiin west Philadelphia born and raised..." (haha this one for sure!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember TGIF on ABC and wouldn't miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Susie had a steam boat, the steam boat had a bell..miss suzie went to heaven the steamboat went to hello operator please give me number 9 and if you disnconnect me i'll kick you from behind the fridgerator, there was a piece of glass, miss suzie sat upon it and broke her little ask me no more questions, please tell me no more lies the boys are in the bathroom zipping up their flies, are in the cornfield the bees are in their hives .......................... miss suzie and her boyfriend are kissing in the D-A-R-K- D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dar dar da dark"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Kurt Cobain, 2Pac, River Phoenix, and Selena died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early&lt;br /&gt;on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begged for some GAK, and when you got that they came out with scented GAK, and when you got that they came out with funny scented GAK.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps" (I don't think I was allowed to read goosebumps...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, Females: had a new motto, Males: got a whole lot gay-er. (so tell me what you want, what you really really want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the craze, then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record "Your FAVORITE song of ALL time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? was both a game and a TV game show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together. (this was meant for young 80s children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When playing power rangers with friends you fought over who got to be who............and still all ended up being Tommy or Kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when super nintendo's became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders" (ok, this one I can't relate to, I've just barely seen the first one this Christmas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've fallen and I can't get up" -- Help is on the way Mrs. Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words... Trapper Keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore socks over leggings scrunched down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back" SHE ASKED HER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER FOR FIFTY CENTS CENTS CENTS TO SEE THE ELEPHANTS PHANTS PHANTS JUMP OVER THE FENCE THE FENCE THE FENCE&lt;br /&gt;he jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stubbed his toe toe toe and thats the end end end of the elephants show show show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing M.A.S.H. notes. (oh my gosh! I still do this!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played and/or collected "Pogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere (I had a kitten gigapet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles (my little pony, my little pony...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies and talking Elmo were always sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember a time before the WB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" (Wasn't allowed to watch that show either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to the hand" ... enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were younger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the MySpace frenzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet &amp;amp; text messaging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp;amp; iPods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before MIKE JONES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp;amp; Caller ID was a new thing. (haha, I used to envy everyone that had caller id, it was so cool!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we didn't have to dial area codes for local numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we recorded stuff on VCRs &amp;amp; paid $3.50 for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2Pac and Biggie where alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we realized all this would eventually disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-4415671196100621867?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/4415671196100621867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=4415671196100621867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4415671196100621867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4415671196100621867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-one-of-these-dumb-chain-mail.html' title='Another one of these dumb chain mail about you things...'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-3978477286825826306</id><published>2008-06-06T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:34:18.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored at work and not feeling very creative...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things you may not have known about me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I Have Had In My Life:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Blimpie- the dumbest job I have ever had. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hated &lt;/span&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  Daycare- for the McGuffeys. It wasn't that bad. I had good hours and weekends off, the kids were mostly good.&lt;br /&gt;3. OfficeMax Impress- I really liked this job except for my boss, and my hours. I loved most of the people I worked with so it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.  Cougar Creations- I love this job. Usually its pretty busy and it keeps me going. During the spring and summer it is pretty boring, but I survive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I have watched over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Emperors New Groove- Whats with the chimp and the bug? Can we get back to me?&lt;br /&gt;2. Nacho Libre- Those eggs were a lie Steven! They gave me no eagle powers! They gave me no nutrients!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Lord of the Rings- You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you...&lt;br /&gt;4. Ice Age- I don't like this cat, he reads minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Springfield,Oregon 8yrs&lt;br /&gt;2. Kennewick, Washington 10yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Provo, Ut almost 1 1/2 years&lt;br /&gt;4. No where else yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Top 100 Songs of the 80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  I Love the 80s&lt;br /&gt;3.  Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four Places I have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1 .   I don't&lt;br /&gt;2.    go on a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.   of vacations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. but I have been to Disney Land and Knotts Berry Farm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Anything at Tucanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  Italian&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mexican&lt;br /&gt;4.  Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  My apartment&lt;br /&gt;3.  the beach&lt;br /&gt;4.  New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-3978477286825826306?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/3978477286825826306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=3978477286825826306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3978477286825826306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3978477286825826306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-bored-at-work-and-not-feeling-very.html' title='I&apos;m bored at work and not feeling very creative...'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-3891936452138114553</id><published>2008-06-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:35:49.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show Must Go On - Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What does next year have in store for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meet Virginia- Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What does your love life look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Immortal- Evanesence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What do I say when life gets hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No Such Thing- John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What do I think of when I get up in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only Hope- Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What song will I dance to at my wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paper Flowers- Evanesence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What do I want to do for my career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm Gonna Be- The Proclaimers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Your favorite saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't That America- John Mellencamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Favorite place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Another One Bites The Dust- Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Closing Time- Semisonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Where would you go on a first date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shake Your Groove Thing- Peaches and Herb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Describe yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She Will Be Loved- Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What is the thing I like doing most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slide- Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The song that best describes the president?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Eye of the Tiger-Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What is my state of mind like at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Best of Times- Styx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; How will I die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Final Countdown- Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The song that will be played at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The Remedy- Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The song you'll put as the title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Show Must Go On- Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It is now... your turn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-3891936452138114553?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/3891936452138114553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=3891936452138114553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3891936452138114553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3891936452138114553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/06/show-must-go-on-queen.html' title='The Show Must Go On - Queen'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-4533274078709561918</id><published>2008-05-29T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:39:35.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Expedition Back to my Neck of the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Memorial Day Weekend my sister, brother in law, niece, and I all made the long and arduous trek up to Kennewick, Washington to visit my family. One of the best things about this trip was that I was getting two days off of work and a five day weekend! Nothing better than that, let me tell you what. The trip up was not exactly fun. I hate car trips as it is, but being squished in the back with my niece who was on the verge of being really sick, was especially unappetizing. But it really wasn't that bad. Elena slept most of the time. The only part of the trip that really bothered me was that we kept having to stop to feed her and what not. So the ride that would have normally taken 10 hours or so, ended up taking 12ish.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a relatively uneventful day. I started the day out shopping with my little sister Chandler. While there we saw Jacob's family. It was really great to see them. Its been forever! They told me that Nathan had in fact received his mission call to California and that he was already in the MTC!! Geez, apparently I am way out of the loop. But how exciting for them! Chandler and I went out to Azteca and had delicious chicken taquitos. It was so good! Yum :D After Dallin and Chandler's drives, the whole family went out to our favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SD73-uHW5NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aoAeRlu-f94/s1600-h/Indy-Crystal-Skull-Wall-Cust3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SD73-uHW5NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aoAeRlu-f94/s200/Indy-Crystal-Skull-Wall-Cust3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205870876189713618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mongolian restaurant. It turned out to be a pretty crappy experience though. The restaurant was closing in abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ut a 40 minutes and it was very apparent that they didn't want us in there. The service was really bad and we all felt rushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hats ok, the food was good as usual. After dinner my little brother and I went to see the new Indiana Jones movie. It was interesting to say the least. I have a hard time saying that it was good because it was really weird, but not necessarily a bad weird. Hanging out with my brother was nice though.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we all went to church. Its so weird going to church in my parents ward now because it is completely different from the ward that I went to when I lived there. I got to see some friends and catch up with them a little so it was alright. The best part of church was getting to see Kim! I haven't seen her in forever! It was sad that we didn't get to talk more, but I love seeing her anyway!&lt;br /&gt;After church I went to pick up Michelle and wouldn't you know it, I got pulled over. Apparently I was going 35 mph in a 25 zone. Pff, whatever. But the cop was nice and just told me to slow down and get my cracked windshield fixed. I didn't get a ticket or anything. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;We played games all night just like we always do when all the family is in town. It was a blast! I really enjoy spending time with my family like this. And I really like that we don't have to go out and do some huge elaborate thing. We can just hang out and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I got a little trigger happy and took a lot of pictures. It was so much fun and it made me really want a camera of my own! My sister's and I went shopping and I bought another new swimming suit! it is so cute and I can't wait to try it out :) After shopping most of my family went to shoot my brother in laws gun. That was a ton of fun! I'm really not very good at it though. And it was kinda scary, but still fun. I dubbed myself the camera person and that was probably the most exciting part of this excursion. We worked up quite the appetite shooting all those rounds, so we came home and had delicious steak. Yummo! Then we basically just hung out until we all passed out. The next morning Briana and Eric woke up too late (as I expected) and we didn't end up leaving until 11:30 instead of the projected 10:00. Its all good though because we got to go see Brother Moses at Seminary! How awesome! I love Brother Moses! It was so nice to see him. And he finally got to see Elena, although she was sick and not very happy. After that, we were finally on our way out of town. The ride home seemed a lot shorter and easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is it, not that exciting, Eric. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5205913937695457553%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-4533274078709561918?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/4533274078709561918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=4533274078709561918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4533274078709561918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/4533274078709561918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-expedition-back-to-my-neck-of.html' title='A Little Expedition Back to my Neck of the Woods'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SD73-uHW5NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aoAeRlu-f94/s72-c/Indy-Crystal-Skull-Wall-Cust3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-3485060617331257966</id><published>2008-05-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:42:27.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for Liars and Losers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can I just say that I hate lying so much! It seriously is one of the worst things about people. I am in no way saying that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I never lie, but I would like to think that I have not blatantly lied to anyone in a very very long time. I believe that small harmless lies to spare someone's feeling, where there is no possibility of anyone getting hurt, are fine. But when you lie flat out, to keep yourself from getting in trouble, or to spare yourself from some kind of consequence, that is when it gets to me. Anyone who is that selfish, who would put themselves before someone they profess to care about just to avoid their anger, is beyond comprehension! Needless to say, I am furious and hurt. I feel betrayed and...well...lied to on multiple levels! I am going to get over it, don't worry. I'm just pretty mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SDHleNoKeyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tV3pPDF36vU/s1600-h/No%2BLies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SDHleNoKeyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tV3pPDF36vU/s200/No%2BLies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202191351806589730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;     Liars Suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-3485060617331257966?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/3485060617331257966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=3485060617331257966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3485060617331257966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/3485060617331257966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/05/l-is-for-liars-and-losers.html' title='L is for Liars and Losers'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SDHleNoKeyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tV3pPDF36vU/s72-c/No%2BLies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-2720820732637460446</id><published>2008-05-17T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:34:05.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passing out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here is a scary thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night Eric, Jacob, and I went to the hot tub at the Glenwood. It was a normal visit to the jacuzzi except for the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;act that we were almost the only ones there, and that fact doesn't really have anything to do with anything. Anyway, it was really really hot in the hot tub, as it usually is, but it was particularly hot last night. I kept sitting on the edge with only my feet in the water to keep myself from suffocating on the w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arm, damp, chloriney air. But apparently that wasn't enough. I usually find that when I get out of a hot tub I feel a little shaky and dizzy, but I have nev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er felt like I did last night. I had barely gotten out when I commented to Jacob on how hard my heart was pounding and how weird I felt. I had taken about 10 steps walking over to the basketball hoop hanging over the pool hoping it would be cool and I could gain some relief from it, when I began to feel dizzy and nauseous. I put my head down and tried to get a hold of myself and I began to black out. The whole pool area began to swim in front of m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e. Luckily, Jacob and Eric had gotten to me j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ust as I began to fall. I hadn't passed out completely, but I certainly wasn't all there.They helped me get back to my apartment and Eric called my roommate to make sure that I wasn't going to be home alone for too long. I felt better after a little while and am back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaky. I really don't know what happened. Hopefully it doesn't keep me from hot tubbing it up every now and again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SC8ksIaAZkI/AAAAAAAAATw/d1GOu7DEbE8/s1600-h/hottub.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SC8ksIaAZkI/AAAAAAAAATw/d1GOu7DEbE8/s200/hottub.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201416435225617986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hot Tub of Death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-2720820732637460446?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/2720820732637460446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=2720820732637460446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2720820732637460446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2720820732637460446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/05/passing-out.html' title='passing out'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SC8ksIaAZkI/AAAAAAAAATw/d1GOu7DEbE8/s72-c/hottub.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-8075336474895914916</id><published>2008-05-14T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:48:45.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Eric's Request, Here It Is.... "Favorites"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, well, well. Here we go again with another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tantalizing, captivating,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;scintillating, billowy, and altogether kinda boring blog. Eric told me to do a favorites blog, so that is exactly what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/beat-street/reviews/pix/groove1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/beat-street/reviews/pix/groove1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I would have to say that my favorite movies are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Emper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;or's New Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and Nacho Libr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e. I know all of you have your jaws on the floor because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I didn't say The Lord of the Rings. Granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, those are the best movies ever created, how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ever, I was going for more of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; something-I-can-watch-several-times-a-day-and-not-get-tried-of-it theme. So that is that. The Emperor's New Groove is a family fave and ultimately reminds me of my dad. I loved it when we would all be in the car and Dallin, Chandler, and I would start quoting, "Ahh, how shall I do it? I know, I'll turn him into a flea, a harmless little flea. Then I'll put that flea in a box, and I'll put that box in another box, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nd I'll mail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that box to myse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lf. And when it arrives...AHAHAHA!! I'll smash it with a hammer! It's Brilliant, brillia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nt, brilliant I tell you genius I say! Or, to save o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.justamemo.com/images/pics/movies-nacholibre_bikeride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 122px;" src="http://www.justamemo.com/images/pics/movies-nacholibre_bikeride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; postage, I'll just poison him with this!" Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; would always crack up for whatever reason and I l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ove to see him smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nacho Libre is a recent favorite. Seriously, I quote it at least ten times a day. Its just so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;freaking hilarious!! And the lines are so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;applicable to everyday life. It's the best! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you know music is my passion. If I could just sit around and listen to music al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;l day, I would. (Sometimes I do :D) I dont think it would be possible for me to pick out a favorite song but i certainly can pick out a favorite era! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The 80's!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;pcheww!! (that was the 80's flying in and making itself know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;n!) Ohh yeah. I don't know what is it that I like so much, but there you have it. It's a pretty safe bet to say that if its from the 80's, I love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Food is a pretty touchy thing for me. Apparently I am kinda a picky eater, though I have never thought of myself as such. My favorite kind of food is Italian. My favorite place to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yumtum.com/upimages/33-Tucanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 102px;" src="http://www.yumtum.com/upimages/33-Tucanos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Tucanos. Oh man! It's not only the food that is to die for, but the experience is fanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;stic as well! It is just amazing! I love going there,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I hate leaving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I always feel so full! I ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;st need someone to roll me outta there! :) But there isn't anyway to get around it. You can't help&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;eating too much. And you had better eat all you possibly can so you can get your money's worth because it isn't cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I am ashamed to admit that I haven't really read anything in quite a while. The last book I think I read all the way through Harry Potter 7, almost a year ago. I love to read though, and almost every book I read becomes my favorite. One that I really really like is The Hobbit. It has got to be one of the best books ever written. I am not even sure what it is that I like about it. Of course, I love the Harry Potter series. #3 is my favorite out of the 7 and #5 is my least favorite. I cried like a baby all through #7 and haven't touched it since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My Favorite candy...hmmm. Here is a hard thing to choose. I know I am going to decided on something, post this blog, and then remember some random candy I had once during some obscure Fear Factor-esque experience that was the epitome of deliciousness. So I think this topic deserves a list, in no particular order, of scrumptious candies. Twix, Rollos, Peanut M&amp;amp;Ms, Snickers, Kit Kats, Gummy Bears, Tootsie Rolls,  100 Grand,  Butterfingers, Chocolate Covered Cinnamon Bears, Nerds, Mr. Goodbar, Milk Duds, Fruit Stripe Gum, Pay Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ys, Sprees, and that is it. I think. I absolutely hate hate malt balls and black licorice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Vacation Spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This is an interesting thing because I have not been very many places. So this is going to be my favorite places that I want to go to. First on the list is France. Or actually, I am going to broaden it to Europe. I can't possibly imagine going all th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.johnb.co.nz/hiking_new_zealand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 111px;" src="http://www.johnb.co.nz/hiking_new_zealand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;e way to France without going everywhere else too. Then I would want to go to New Zealand. It is so beautiful there! After that I would like to go pretty much anywhere else. Those are my main goals. Europe and New Zealand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So thats pretty much it. I am getting a little bored but maybe I will add more laters. Peace out dawg foo gangsta yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Did you just call me a Dog Food Gangster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ought I to be offended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Canned or dry- we neva die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-8075336474895914916?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/8075336474895914916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=8075336474895914916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8075336474895914916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/8075336474895914916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-erics-request-here-it-is-favorites.html' title='At Eric&apos;s Request, Here It Is.... &quot;Favorites&quot;'/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-5778448374710497793</id><published>2008-05-12T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:40:14.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, for whatever reason, I have a tendency to stay up really late and get my friends to stay up with me. We may regret it a little in the morning, but its tons of fun while its happening! These are some pictures from our recent escapades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5199229493713067489%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pictures that I am dressed in black are from a crazy Monday night when we all had nothing better to do but play hide and seek, get ice cream from Macey's and be really really loud in front of peoples apartments around two in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next set of pictures are from the night that we climbed the Y at midnight. We wanted to go up there because the Y was lit up for graduation. Of course, as soon as we got to the parking lot the Y turned off. We still went up. We didn't get home until around 3 or 4 in the morning and we all had work the next morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last pictures are from the next night. We went to Denny's, again, at midnight. The original plan was to go to IHOP which we did. And we ordered drinks. Then everyone decided that we wanted big burgers. So we decided to go to Fudruckers. We had to pay for our drinks and get out of there. But Fudruckers was closed of course so we ended up at Denny's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5199509641544884897%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from a really fun Saturday. After a kinda lame ward activity we all went swimming and played basketball in the pool, which was intense, then we decided to go to Ensign's Peak. It was way fun and the view was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flittle.eclair89%2Falbumid%2F5199508563508093585%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my roommates last stand. It was the last thing we were going to do together as roommates before everyone left me :'( We went to Chuck-a-Rama, something that we had been planning since fall semester, and had a grand ol' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-5778448374710497793?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/5778448374710497793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=5778448374710497793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5778448374710497793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/5778448374710497793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-for-whatever-reason-i-have-tendency.html' title=''/><author><name>The Yellens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06661252124671151829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ha73YCT9g/SvuRX3WBRFI/AAAAAAAABI4/jwCO1iHfN2k/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063969353435638368.post-2458811079550212639</id><published>2008-05-09T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:53:04.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!! Can't think of a better way to start the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    So Briana has been bugging me a little about getting one of these started. So, since I have eons of time while I am sitting at work doing nothing, I thought, what the heck, I'll do it now! And here I am. I haven't blogged in a long time and I'm afraid I haven't got anything interesting to say. But I am going to ramble on anyway. Then maybe you all will think twice before nagging me to do something like this again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I guess I will go on about what has been going on with me for the last little while. Though, the only people who are likely to read this, already know everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I graduated from Kennewick High School on January 26, 2007 (give or take a couple of days) . Thank Heavens! I was so glad to get out of there! I moved to Provo, Ut on February 8th, I think, and was accepted to BYU the next day. I moved into the Glenwood and started my life as a college student. I got a job in the OfficeMax copy center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I started school at BYU in May. But working 4o hours a week and taking 9 credit hours at school was not a good plan. Needless to say I was wiped out! I managed to get relatively good grades in two of my classes and had to sacrifice the last. oops :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During this time I acquired a stalker of sorts. He started out as a nice old man that would come into work often and tell me cool stories while I printed his jobs. But when he began to ask to take me to lunch and inviting me to his house to help him take care of his "llamas" it began to get a little creepy. He brought me presents including one of those hot/cold bean bag packs, and a $1200 ring. The last straw was when he wrote me a letter telling me that he had had a vision and he had seen himself getting married to some woman in the Celestial Kingdom, and that that woman was me. He was banned from the store after that. And, I'm happy to say that I have not seen him since.&lt;br /&gt;   I took the summer off of school to work and "relax." I quit at OfficeMax in late August and got a similar job on campus at Cougar Creations. It is also a copy center so I am essentially doing the same job. I like it here much better though. The atmosphere is light years beyond what it was at OfficeMax and I love my work.&lt;br /&gt;   August also brought new roommates! I was a little nervous at first but I didn't need to be. I had the best roommates anyone could ask for! Tasha Afalava (Hawaii), LeeAnn Grimes (Utah), Dalein Taylor (Mexico), Jessica Buckley (California), and Marie Bravato (Florida). I had such a great time with them. Its not to say that we never had any drama or rough spots, but we were always able to get out of them and we stayed great friends.&lt;br /&gt;   I started school again in September. Blegh :P That was no good. Lets just say that I dropped the ball this semester. I'm not sure what was going on, but I didn't do well at all. Now I am trying to play catch up. It's no good.&lt;br /&gt;   But life isn't all bad. I met some new people during fall semester including my first and second boyfriends, Danny Pratt and Jake Matagi, respectively. They were both interesting experiences and ones I wouldn't change for the world. For my part, I am still friends with both of them. Danny is actually getting married soon and I am so happy for him! Jake just left to sell pest control or something in San Diego, so good luck to him! :D&lt;br /&gt;    Winter semester was full of resolutions. The biggest on for me was to pass all my classes. Which I am happy to say, I did! Wahoo! It wasn't easy, which is new for me. I think college was such a shock to me because school was never something I had to work at. It just came naturally for me. That however, is not how college is. Lots of work is involved. :)&lt;br /&gt;   Another resolution that I wanted to work on was putting guys out of my mind and focusing on school. Haha, those of you who know me know what a silly thing that is to hope for. Well, thats not entirely fair, I did pretty well for a little while ;) After a little (or actually a lot) of drama, Alejandro Reyes became my third boyfriend. He is a great guy and though we aren't together right now, we are good friends and continue to hang out and what not.&lt;br /&gt;   And that brings us to now. I am still working at Cougar Creations, which makes this the longest lasting job I've ever had (1 yr in August!) I am not going to school right now, but I probably will be in the summer. I am single and not exactly loving it, but I think that will change soon :) Who knows, eh?&lt;br /&gt;   Well, this turned out to be pretty long, so I will peace out for now.&lt;br /&gt;   This is Samantha Brimely, wishing you good-day and good mental health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5063969353435638368-2458811079550212639?l=sammydimples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/feeds/2458811079550212639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5063969353435638368&amp;postID=2458811079550212639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2458811079550212639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5063969353435638368/posts/default/2458811079550212639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammydimples.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-cant-think-of-better-way-to.html' title='FINALLY!! 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