tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46810336964120212432024-03-20T00:55:43.070-07:00And That's How Lindsay C's It!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-46124400192032281122011-10-04T23:17:00.000-07:002011-10-05T20:48:20.061-07:00Who I thought I was, and who I actually might be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Who did I think I was? For a while I thought I knew. It has been kind of a quiet year so far. I spend a lot of time alone, and I am discovering new things about myself constantly. My opinions on things are constantly changing as well as my goals and ideas. Here are some things that I have found just this month. </span><br />
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</div><div>Spiders bring out the worst in me....</div><div><br />
</div><div>I hate being alone.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I am very accident prone.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Spiders make me swear...</div><div><br />
</div><div>I look forward to going to work.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Cops love to pull me over.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I gag every time I open my bathroom cupboard. I think it smells like pills. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I HATE swallowing pills.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I like country a lot more than I thought.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm still obsessed with time and the use of it.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Spicy chicken nuggets at wendy's always hit the spot for me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I LOVE playing ping pong with my Dad.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I might be allergic to my shampoo.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I like hanging out with married couples now. Especially Shanna and Danny.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I find myself playing the piano for hours and it makes me so happy.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I often mistake my dreams for reality.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I don't have any taste in fashion.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My grandparents are two of my best friends. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Making decisions is still ridiculously hard for me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I found that I am one of those people that talks to themselves....embarrassing I know...</div><div><br />
</div><div>I am always worried about my family and their safety.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I love writing music.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I need to learn a new instrument soon....time for a new sound.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I have a lot more to say these days, but no one to really open up to.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I am most comfortable when people are around. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Big crowds don't intimidate me, a quiet, empty room does.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Family is everything to me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I can't sleep without a fan at night</div><div><br />
</div><div>I love shaved ice.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The weather changes my outlook on life.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I feel like I was born in the wrong time period. (That's not new, I've always felt like that)</div><div><br />
</div><div>I got into planking for a while.....I still don't understand why it was fun</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pete's dragon will ALWAYS be my favorite movie</div><div><br />
</div><div>My boss looks like "Helen Reddy" I think that is one of the reasons I like her so much</div><div><br />
</div><div>Wednesday is my favorite day of the week.</div><div><br />
</div><div>When I'm bored I go to the D.I.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I don't like carbonated drinks. I have to stir them up before I drink them. They are much better without bubbles. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Whenever I start whistling, I always end up whistling the theme song from Robin Hood</div><div><br />
</div><div>I notice little details, but forget things quickly.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I enjoy learning new words...expanding my vocabulary. "Aggrandizing" my vocabulary rather...</div><div><br />
</div><div>So those are just a few thing's I've noticed about myself. I think it was a good idea to write these things down. Maybe by identifying the things I have come to realize about myself, it will help me better define who I really am. </div><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So the month of July was a great one. One of my favorite nights in July was on July 2nd (my birthday) I had a special someone surprise me by taking me out to dinner. Anyone want to guess who it was? I'll give you a clue, it wasn't Ryan Gosling..(This person is much more handsome and charming) Give up? Okay I will tell you. Jordan called me! At first I was a little nervous because I hadn't done anything with Jordan for a few months. Would it be the same as before? Would things be awkward? Well to make a long story short. It wasn't the same as before...It was better! I was so excited to see him and I think he felt the same way. We went out to Boccia's in Ogden It's a cute little Italian place in Ogden. Now I won't share all the mushy gushy details about the night, but we had a great time together and I was pleasantly surprised with how well everything went. After dinner we went to Zeppies, an italian ice stand. It turned out to be a nice little "Italian" date! We took our italian ice to the park and watched the sunset together. I've seen a lot of sunsets, but I have to say the sunset on July 2nd has been my favorite. ;)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jordan and I have spent a lot of time together since that night. We actually only live two blocks away from each other in Logan now. Which is great because we can visit each other when ever we like! This summer has been filled with many fun adventures with Jordan. We've been to rodeo's, boating, golfing, played music together, enjoyed sunsets together...just to name a few. ;) It has been so much fun. </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuO7pjpWPhg/TkzClJkiMgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4pE8cTFuoEE/s1600/golfing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuO7pjpWPhg/TkzClJkiMgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4pE8cTFuoEE/s320/golfing.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jordan and I have been through a lot together. We met each other in 9th grade when we both made office for the new Junior High School. Jordan came from North Ogden Jr. and I came from Walquest Jr. We ended up becoming pretty good friends through the other officers. There actually was a bunch of us who became really good friends that year. We continued to be friends all throughout high school. Jordan and I didn't hang out too much in high school. Every once and a while but not a ton. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We went to Junior Prom together, and that was a lot of fun. Jordan and I both love "Dance Dance Revolution" It's a dancing game for the play station. (Nerdy I know) ;) But when Jordan and I did hang out we would often play "DDR" Our best game was right before prom when we were all dressed up in our formal get up. I even battled him in my high heel shoes ;) </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvttOo0pA3_SS1zjCEWZtwhaDABjw12r98qHJa_r2e5PVmTVgpmw0Y_RF6s1eerH9uyHauHYlJgn1zL9OYBxzZ235psQ1q3lEhZhz05Ze30VEqdbciW_wsvff7k4XezRJxLwyXyjdiz0xa/s1600/Dance+Game+Before+The+Dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvttOo0pA3_SS1zjCEWZtwhaDABjw12r98qHJa_r2e5PVmTVgpmw0Y_RF6s1eerH9uyHauHYlJgn1zL9OYBxzZ235psQ1q3lEhZhz05Ze30VEqdbciW_wsvff7k4XezRJxLwyXyjdiz0xa/s320/Dance+Game+Before+The+Dance.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After High School Jordan and I both headed up to Utah State University. I would see him every once and a while when we hung out with our mutual friends, but we didn't date or anything. Haha actually that year we both dated each others friends. After our freshman year, Jordan went of to Holland where he served a full time mission. I wrote Jordan ONE letter the entire time he was out. (I feel bad about that now) but at the time we were just friends and one letter was enough right? Haha I should have written more. Anyways, once Jordan got home we hung out a few times and it was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed the time we spent together. Things were different this time around. It was like someone had flipped the switch. I quickly became very attracted to him and loved being with him. We started dating in January, and had a blast together. In February Jordan was able to venture off to Florida for four months because of an internship opportunity with Disney. Those four months were tough. Trying to have a long distance relationship was very hard. I admire people who can do that. For us, it didn't really work. It was a long four months without him. When he got back, I wasn't sure we would get back together. I secretly hoped we would, but I had to keep my cool and act as if it didn't matter either way. Haha oh I'm such a dork! Anyways that brings us back to July 2nd where everything really began.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And that's how Lindsay "C's" it ;)</span></span></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-39796740212196136352011-04-08T09:22:00.000-07:002011-04-08T09:38:24.862-07:00Time for a new update! I've been so busy with school projects and homework It has been consuming my life. Right now I have some down time though! :) So I thought I would update my blog. I thought I would put my latest Project up. Pam Wilcken and I made this for the 72 Hour video challenge. We find out today at four who won. What do you guys think?<br /><div><br /></div><div> <iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8a1M-WHpm88" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Exercise is good</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's how Lindsay C's it!</div></div><div><br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-23781645233820111662011-03-30T22:52:00.001-07:002011-03-30T23:51:16.673-07:00Being short.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here are my latest thoughts. Will it help writing them down? I'm not sure, I guess I will find out. Here I go......<div><br /><div>I want to talk about being short. I'm not talking about height. I'm talking about being short with people in conversation and in actions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Why do people do it? It's a way to show someone you really could care less about them, that you don't respect them and that your time with them is a waste. It's rude and I don't know why people do it. I'm not saying I am innocent and that I haven't done it, because I'm sure I have. I try not to though. I think that everyone deserves to feel important. Everyone deserves to have someone care. Everyone matters.<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Being short with people. What does it accomplish? How do you feel after you snub someone? Are you happy now that you have ruined their day? Does it feel good to think that after you act so cold they understand how you feel towards them? Well I hope that you feel good after you treat people like this. At least you feel better.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqKI_uqCif0/TZQjtt0ftBI/AAAAAAAAALs/-yiFAtmzFHo/s320/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590132305774490642" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wow, I guess I might be upset. I just don't like being treated like a waste of time, and I don't like seeing others being treated like this either. </div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone matters. I am going to make a conscious effort to make sure that those around me feel like they are important, because feeling unimportant and unwanted SUCKS! </div><div><br /></div><div>And that's how Lindsay C's it! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-60320244121592462752011-03-27T00:16:00.000-07:002011-03-27T01:20:01.285-07:00FATE<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;">So, I have yet to figure out what life is all about. Like I have said time and time again, my mind is always running. So I've been thinking a lot lately about "fate" about why things happen. It was interesting because this has been on my mind for quite some time, but I haven't really said anything about it. I went over to my friend Pam's house the other night. It was just her and I and our friend Jamie. We played games and enjoyed each other's company. We sat down and got into deep conversation about "fate" I guess Pam had been thinking about it a lot lately too. We spent about two hours on this particular subject and came to the conclusion that there is no such thing as "fate"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fate: </span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><table border="0" width="100%" cellspacing="4" cellpadding="3" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><tbody style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><tr valign="top" class="tr3" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><td class="td3n2" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span id="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">inevitable</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">fortune</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">that</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">befalls</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">person</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">or</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">thing;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">destiny<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6NAjtgo_WKQMOko3fJIoSqpzmJ7dGLBkclMtddQm-uLMnCizF3j25T6GP1V6kjJqdmFllJUQTGHmvkXWvz19trlGVtO0Eej3kOEUmThj9uqVxiul0qjgV0C0IgALGytAsX6CF9wOuf8P/s320/fate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588664760979272514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /><br />Life is filled with decisions to be made, New experiences come because of the decisions we make, and we have found that we can learn from every thing that we experience. We can learn from different people that come into our lives. But it isn't necessarily that people are placed in our path or that things happen because we were meant to learn a specific lesson.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br />As human beings we look for meaning. We want to understand why things happen. We long for reason, and so when we aren't able to explain the coincidences, or the bigger events in life that have changed us, we put a tag on it and call it "fate"<br /><br />I used to believe in "fate." I was one of those people who claimed that everything in life happens for a reason. That's what I think we all want to believe. But I think the truth is, is that we were placed on this earth to experience life. Part of "experiencing life" is making decisions and learning from the results. There are so many paths we can take in life and each decision we make altars the path we are going down.<br /><br />There's another aspect regarding fate. The religious aspect. Does God know who we "need" to meet and when we need to meet them? Does he know exactly what lessons we need to learn and when we need to learn them? Does he place people in our paths that will teach us what we need to be taught at exact moments in our life? I've been following Brodi Ashton's blog and I think she puts it best.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"I can't believe there is some higher being up in the sky, ruthlessly moving us around the earth as if we were pawns in some chess game, strategizing the fallout of each decision, waiting for the moment of checkmate. Will we be the checkmator, or the checkmated? It's a toss-up. I can't think that we are dominoes, set up only to take a fall, in the hopes that with our bruises we will "learn lessons"."<br /></span></span></span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br />I believe that there is a God and that he watches over us and that he wants the best for us. But I don't believe that he places people in our paths for a specific reason. I don't believe that everything is already planned. It makes sense to me that God would put us on this earth giving us agency to make decisions and when we make decisions whether they be good or bad there is always going to be a result. It makes sense that we try to find meaning in the "results" and that we look for new insight. But is everything planned out? Our lives change direction each new day because of the decisions we choose to make. We as human beings progress, we learn from the things we experience.<br /><br />Now it may sound that I don't believe in a higher power, and that I don't believe there is a "plan" but that's not it at all. I believe in God and I believe he has a plan for us. I believe his plan is for us to come to this earth to be tested. He knew that we would experience trials and heart ache. Were these trials "pre planned" I don't believe so. I believe that each trial comes upon us because of the actions we take as well as the actions of those around us. I believe that God mourns when we mourn and rejoices when we rejoice. That is the Loving God that I believe in.<br /><br />After having the conversation about "fate" with Pam and Jamie. Pam remembered that visitors couldn't park their cars in the parking lot after midnight or they would be booted. We checked our clocks and of course it was 12:45. Jamie and I ran outside to see if we were in trouble, and this is what we found.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbKWVKxUW4Nv95MkjxfbBdblWgv652-ZXaZDUdHHwC1rGPvAQWnn6n60lKehAiEOYRPjDWIV4B6yyvlohkLHtiZ8ezzUDGT_HvJlefk4oCUz1sjChk9hINdklXHDBliWl6Q5VuVfA7m3c/s320/boot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588666266559477090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Both of our cars had boots on them. WHY?!? Why didn't we go home when we were supposed to? Why were we at Pam's until after midnight? Why did we get booted on that particular night? The only way to explain "why" this happened is to say that it was, well.... "fate" ;) Haha<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And that's how Lindsay C's it.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-32322083073534717172011-03-15T14:01:00.000-07:002011-03-15T14:14:52.828-07:00More Thoughts<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I keep thinking about what life is really about and where I stand. There are a lot of things that keep running through my mind.<div><br /></div><div>Forgiveness, relationships, knowledge, adventure, religion, discovery, time, satisfaction, pride, individuality, purpose, creativity, recognition, talent, worthiness, choices, differences, distance, regret, quality, character, sustainability, imagination, perspective, travel, opportunity, wording, faith, feeling, emotion....just to name a few.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>My mind is always racing. I wish I could slow it down and pin point my thoughts. They are so scattered and spread out.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I could describe my mind, I would compare it to a city. A city that NEVER sleeps. Buildings being built left and right. People walking around with different thoughts and opinions. Some outspoken, others quiet and content. Some intentions good and others bad. Chewed gum imbedded in the streets and graffiti lining run down walls. A temple in the midst of all this madness and confusion. It's light shining bright, but not bright enough to take over or intimidate. The multi colored lights and overpowering signs everywhere give the city a unique glow. I feel lost in this city, but in time I think I will be able to figure it out.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuIlMbWkbf4_zIcwXtkl6qLsxOrxSGgiy1YHOQiFZc_GjQUmndm5224nJofh3yCgM-YbZSUeaMZxSN04Imue38Q26ll6LYZSYOzkiSaXQ4BrkGeHBDMBKwfrwWThe4sEnciCvJcRJB8V-/s320/cop_on_yonge_crowd_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584417832788158770" /></div><div><br /></div><div>And that's how Lindsay C's it.</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-59415915912090270022011-02-25T23:20:00.000-08:002011-02-25T23:36:55.008-08:00So Kendra and I went and saw the Justin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bieber</span> movie tonight, and I have to say it actually was pretty good. I went thinking that it was going to be a cheesy movie all about this teen sensation <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">that</span> all the teenage girls go crazy for. But I have to say that after watching the movie, I Lindsay Blacker......actually have......<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bieber</span> FEVER too! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Haha</span><br /><br />It really was a good movie, all about <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">persistence</span>, goals, and going for your dreams. I'm all about being a "Doer" and Justin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beiber</span> was and IS a "Doer" Making his dreams come true and always pushing himself! So that makes me a fan! Go <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bieber</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577898298291217394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5giU_YWLKbs/TWis8wbnY_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6X9PRmDKUCA/s320/Bieber.jpg" /></p><p>And that's how Lindsay C's it!<br /></p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-35892293512080567712011-02-18T00:27:00.000-08:002011-02-18T00:38:04.649-08:00Thoughts<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />So many running through my head. Sometimes they scream out and sometimes they whisper. If I could reach out and grab one of them, I would. But it would be a fight. At least for tonight it would be. I can't describe the feelings associated with these misguided thoughts. They are everywhere. Finding a place to nest them has been my struggle. Deciding whether they are good or bad has also been a struggle. The lights are dim here, and that might be the cause of such confusion. It might also be the effect. Once I have discovered meaning, I will move on. Until then...just thoughts.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPQPUEEEFH-G8SH3xoSMSZvz1CBE5D2lRaU9nBE49X_N3k4OHpJ1-EDUWRgOaZdM-bYB-uQRVWP8FdLo9ngHfKLeD1kfPSQregOXuLFxMZ3HJ1PGa7kZ3Ys_eQxQyw9x12S7Ne5W9rxNJ/s1600/random-thoughts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPQPUEEEFH-G8SH3xoSMSZvz1CBE5D2lRaU9nBE49X_N3k4OHpJ1-EDUWRgOaZdM-bYB-uQRVWP8FdLo9ngHfKLeD1kfPSQregOXuLFxMZ3HJ1PGa7kZ3Ys_eQxQyw9x12S7Ne5W9rxNJ/s320/random-thoughts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574945486750170706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><br /></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b>And that's how Lindsay C's it......she thinks.</b></span></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-20767239146749670332011-02-11T01:44:00.000-08:002011-02-11T02:19:13.782-08:00My Prince Charming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXI8iTOPvd8umLkYFxfqtdiMhoql5ZlRHRi8PTPNQoS1xOSW5xdOZvZWZWceRq_CQXFqCMbbsXvZ4vkdLtA_4qp5kho4cRkyu2SUD9Wnj3mXo7EL9U1rNWzecmAF4eixAzJiWcIYaFvh4/s1600/IMG_2855.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXI8iTOPvd8umLkYFxfqtdiMhoql5ZlRHRi8PTPNQoS1xOSW5xdOZvZWZWceRq_CQXFqCMbbsXvZ4vkdLtA_4qp5kho4cRkyu2SUD9Wnj3mXo7EL9U1rNWzecmAF4eixAzJiWcIYaFvh4/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572370146844700818" /></a> Today I am so thankful for Jordan. Last night was a rough night. Life throws a lot of curves at you, especially when you least expect it. It can be hard to stay positive through life's trials. Through it all it's always easier when those you love stick up for you and stand by your side. I am so thankful to have my best friend always by my side. I know that I can always count on Jordan to make me smile and to always be there for me. He's there to share the laughter, the good times, and he's there standing by me when times are rough. I am so thankful for him and everything he is. <div><br /></div><div> Jordan is currently in Florida doing an internship. Living it up in Disney World! I'm so proud of him for going out and doing something fun and being adventurous. It's been three weeks since he's been gone and so that means that there are only 13 more weeks left! Haha but who's counting? ;) He's having a great time though. Loving the weather and making a lot of new friends. Jordan is such a kind, loving guy and so I'm not surprised that he is making a lot of friends. I have to admit, I'm a little bit jealous of his new friends because they get to spend time with such a wonderful guy! </div><div><br /></div><div>Jord you mean the world to me and I'm so thankful for you in my life! Thanks for being there for me tonight! Love you lots!</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's how Lindsay C's it!</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-68608552602417551762011-02-10T14:42:00.000-08:002011-02-10T22:50:33.283-08:00Transforming ;)<div>Change is good. I've been feeling like I've needed to make changes in my life. Physically, Mentally, Emotionally and Spiritually. It's my TRANSFORMATION year! Boo ya! So to get things started, I decided my face needed a change. I decided to get an A line hair cut! I also decided to start smiling. As you can se in my "before" picture, smiling just wasn't my thing. I never laughed or showed any emotion actually. But NOW I have decided to show those pearly whites and give happiness a try! ;) Life couldn't be better! New hair, new smile, new attitude! I'm on top of the world. So what do you think about the new me? </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMn0qVQIaxp-0pR2fFOa2L99rIyoByTItHYxLi5LFWWtse5Yviqzctlrafuo2j7cHG0UNXebrXiz43gEnOjNsFvwsBkGUwTMdT0xUhxn8Gf2Ze4gQ51Uc_hnoNXU3qzcWaLI_44ftwlKS/s1600/beforeandafter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMn0qVQIaxp-0pR2fFOa2L99rIyoByTItHYxLi5LFWWtse5Yviqzctlrafuo2j7cHG0UNXebrXiz43gEnOjNsFvwsBkGUwTMdT0xUhxn8Gf2Ze4gQ51Uc_hnoNXU3qzcWaLI_44ftwlKS/s320/beforeandafter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572195928682535106" /></a>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-70679756001797549092011-02-06T00:16:00.000-08:002011-02-06T01:08:41.771-08:00A Little Taste of Heaven<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 15px; ">Are you experiencing feelings of sadness or unhappiness? Irritability or frustration, even over small matters? Have you lost interest or pleasure in normal activities? Have you had a change in your appetite? Experienced Agitation or Restlessness? Do you have trouble thinking, concentrating, making decisions and remembering things? Well I've got good news! There is hope! Let me introduce to you, the one and only BEEFY CRUNCH BURRITO!!!!</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-s1JrhTlHzZkya3ptGrsvTvnzh94Tn11g1QCI1V8WaAe5E2ISL7QK6RabY9TwKHO6B1eH7dkRW8v5VfOCWLPeIYM48NqAxC05vMd6LcH9VGwGsVM6gU_rwfAw7pMKWxHSJ97QTN6vE-Z/s1600/taco-bell-beefy-crunch-frito-lay-burrito.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-s1JrhTlHzZkya3ptGrsvTvnzh94Tn11g1QCI1V8WaAe5E2ISL7QK6RabY9TwKHO6B1eH7dkRW8v5VfOCWLPeIYM48NqAxC05vMd6LcH9VGwGsVM6gU_rwfAw7pMKWxHSJ97QTN6vE-Z/s320/taco-bell-beefy-crunch-frito-lay-burrito.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570493833153550418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;">Holy Hannah! I have found the best creation of the century! If you find yourself experiencing any of the symptoms listed above, all you have to do is run to Taco Bell and purchase a Beefy Crunch Burrito for 99 cents, and you will feel like you are on top of the world. Your spirits will be lifted and you will find it hard NOT to smile! It's a PARTY in your mouth! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;">I probably look like the biggest FAT kid because I have gotten so excited about this food. Haha but you know what, Oh well! I'm thinking about starting a religion about the Beefy Crunch Burrito because it's so TRUE! If there are not beefy crunch burrito's in heaven then....well, it probably isn't heaven. Okay...Now I've gone too far....BUT! Seriously this thing is so good! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;">How can one get so excited about a burrito? You know....I don't really know! It seems silly right? WRONG! I'm telling you, go get one of these burrito's and if it doesn't change your life, then I will....I will....hmmm....(What should I do?)...I know! I WILL SHAVE ALL THE HAIR OFF OF MY HEAD! Now that's confidence right! ;) Haha I'm such a FREAK! I need to stop!...My point is. These burritos are bomb! Go get one! Heck, you know what? Give me a call and lets go get one together! :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;">Do you have a personal "Beefy Crunch Burrito" experience? Please feel free to comment! I would love to hear your story!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;">Oh p.s. Ummm....if you are experiencing any of the symptoms that were listed at the beginning of the post, then well you probably have depression! Bummer! Sorry </span></div></span>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-9779386046662771292011-01-25T20:16:00.000-08:002011-01-25T21:08:03.072-08:00What goes around comes around<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>My day started out pretty good. I felt like I got a good nights rest and when I looked in the mirror I looked fabulous like I always do in the morning! ;) There was something wrong though, I felt a slight tickle in the back of my throat. Oh It's nothing I thought. I just need a glass of water. I drank that glass of water and then carried on with my day. The tickle went away, I was glad because I can't afford to get sick with everything that is going on in life. A few hours later I was sitting in class, pretending to pay attention when BAM!!!! My body decided to power down. All the muscles (or at least I thought) in my body ached. My head began to pound and I could feel my energy drop significantly. I sat through the rest of class wishing I was at home tucked up in my bed. The next five or six hours I spent fixated on the thought of being home wrapped up in warm blankets. The day drug on. I realized I could sit around and be lazy or I could get some things done while I was up on campus and make my day worth something. So I went to the USU parking office and asked to purchase a spring parking permit for the parking lot closest to the art building (Where i've been parking for the past four years) Anyways, I asked the lady who had a sweet face if I could purchase this pass. She looked at me and replied "No." I looked at her a little surprised. She then proceeded to tell me that all the parking permits have already been purchased and they can't sell anymore because they have reached the maximum number of permit holders for this particular parking lot. In my head I was thinking, you have got to be kidding me but I just smiled and said, "Okay well then what are my options" She then told me that I could park at the north side of campus in a bigger parking lot and walk up to the art building every day. And I realize that by me being upset about this I looked like a lazy fool. But it's not that I don't want to walk up, it's that I don't have time! With work and school I am constantly running from one thing to the next. I don't have time to take a ten minute walk up to campus or wait a half an hour for the next shuttle. So I said, "So...my options are, I can be late to every one of my classes, or take my chances and park without a pass?" She shook her head and said "Oh I wouldn't take your chances, that's wrong." I think I was a bit ornery, I didn't feel good and this lady wasn't being helpful at all. So what I did next wasn't the kindest thing I could have done...but I did it anyways. I looked around to see if there were any security cameras and once I saw that I was clear......well, I slapped her across the face! I said "Give me a pass woman!" And she gave me one. Haha I'm just kidding I didn't slap her. Who do you think I am? Haha no, but I was snotty and said "Well I think I'm going to take my chances and then I walked out. <div><br /></div><div>Karma is real and I realize it more and more each day. So like I told the lady "I'm going to take my chances" I went and parked in the parking lot where I didn't have a pass and crossed my fingers that I wouldn't get a ticket. I went to class still a little frustrated with the parking lady, my mood and my body aches. Class was fun. It was my video editing class. We actually were able to get some experience with the camera's and we shot a little bit of footage. After class I was feeling a little better. I was still exhausted but I think I was getting used to the feeling. Jamie needed a ride home and so I told her that I would give her a ride home. We got into my car, I put the keys in the ignition and then I looked upabove my steering wheel. There it was, my beautiful, bright yellow TICKET! OF COURSE! Of course I would get a ticket! I couldn't believe it. I'm sure that the lady who helped me called the parking officers right after I left the office and informed them that they should patrol that parking lot because I was such a jerk to her. I have to laugh about it now because I deserved what came to me. I was just frustrated and when I'm frustrated I get a little ill tempered. Oopsie!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhDGqlmJBng/TT-rnqhhYtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8wEsxvm51b8/s320/parking_ticket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566356362371359442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Anyways I'm now laying in bed reflecting on the day and how I should have reacted. I should have really slapped her in the face! ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>I am excited to get to bed though. It has been nice just laying down and relaxing. The body aches are getting a little bit stronger and my throat is sore again.... I'm pretty sure I'm coming down with something.....<b>KARMA IS REAL!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Good Night!</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-76200007340165075772011-01-23T19:12:00.000-08:002011-01-24T01:35:22.166-08:00Saying goodbye to my Prince Charming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhDGqlmJBng/TT1HFNbJbkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lskc1FAIekQ/s1600/Saying%2Bgoodbye.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhDGqlmJBng/TT1HFNbJbkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lskc1FAIekQ/s320/Saying%2Bgoodbye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565682869328244290" /></a><br />Today was a good day. It was a day full of emotion, but all in all it was a good day. Today Jordan left for Florida. I had a hard time sleeping the night before just because I really didn't want to say goodbye. But the morning came, I went to his house and had breakfast with him and his parents. It was delicious. His mom made banana chocolate muffins, eggs, bacon and smoothies. (yum!) After breakfast Jordan finished packing up some last minute things. His parents left to go to church because they teach primary and they had to teach a lesson this week. So Jordan and I had a little time together. We sat and enjoyed each others company. Looked through a couple of the scrap books that his mom has made for him. That was a lot of fun to look through! Jordan was such a cute little kid! He had a lot of pictures in disney land with his family. There were a lot of pictures of little Jord with disney characters and it's funny that now he is going to go be one of those characters. After looking through his pictures we sat and held each other close. I cried...(Yes I was a baby) But I really am going to miss him. I know four months isn't that long but it's always hard to say goodbye to those you care so much about. <div><br /></div><div>Jordan and I have been friends for years. We met our ninth grade year at Orion Junior High. We were really good friends all throughout high school. We both went off to Utah State in 2007. We would hang out occasionally and see each other around campus but we never really saw each other as anything but good friends. Jordan left and served a full time mission in the Netherlands. He came back.... and things were different. I don't know what it was. It might have just been timing. Jordan and I went on a few dates and I knew that we had something special. It's been a lot of fun because we already have a friendship to build upon, and to be honest, I never pictured myself being with Jordan just because we are such good friends, but now I can't picture myself without him. I'm so thankful for the time that Jordan and I have had these past few months. It's going to be hard with him gone but I really think it's for the best.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jordan you are going to have a wonderful time. I know this is the way things are supposed to be right now. I love you and can't wait until the next time I get to talk to you! Xoxo</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-85390648864214604402011-01-16T23:09:00.001-08:002011-01-16T23:29:21.938-08:00ThoughtsThoughts.....Well I have many today. Currently I am thinking about blogs. What is the point of my blog? I have four followers....and do those followers even keep up on blog spot anymore? I don't think so. So this blog post is for the entertainment of myself and....that's about it....I'm pathetic.<div><br /><div><div>Thought number one:</div><div>Blog's are silly</div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number two:</div><div>What is the best song in the world? Right now I believe that the best song in the world is "Parachute" by Ingrid Michaelson. That song brings me to my next thought...</div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number three:</div><div>His name is Jordan. I wish he was here. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number four:</div><div>Jordan is leaving for florida in seven days. I really wish he was here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number five:</div><div>I wish I could solve the rubix cube. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number six:</div><div>Why are my thoughts so scattered and so surface?</div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number seven:</div><div>Today was a great day! Last night was kind of a rough night. I was the angriest I've been in years. I try to not let my anger take a hold of me, but last night I had reason to get upset. I went to bed feeling very uptight and restless. Today was a new day though. A great day! Going to church and learning new principals really helped me get rid of the anger inside of me. I'm back to my happy self.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number eight:</div><div>If people knew how to control their anger and learn how to communicate their feelings in a positive, productive way, the world would be such a great place. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number nine:</div><div>I am going to work on that personally. Best said by Michael J (It starts with the man in the mirror) in my case (It starts with the WOman in the mirror)</div><div><br /></div><div>Thought number ten:</div><div>Am I seriously taking time to write down these silly thoughts?....Yep I guess I am...and I've got to quit. So...good night! </div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-436385461720694192010-12-13T17:16:00.000-08:002010-12-13T17:41:30.084-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">FLASH</span><div>F-Freaking <div>L-Lost (in)</div><div>A-Action </div><div>S-Script </div><div>H-Hell!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes that's right, I was (Freaking Lost in Action Script Hell) the past three weeks as I worked on my FLASH website. Flash is an adobe program that we used to animate our websites. It was a lot of fun playing around animating stick figures and shapes, but when it came down to creating an entire website using action script (similar to HTML, just the language used for this program) Oh it was HELL! But I'm proud to say, I finished it, with a lot of help! (Thank you Dave and Pam) </div><div><br /></div><div>Ladies and Gentlemen, without further adieu...My Website:</div><div><br /></div><div>http://www.fall10.graphicinterfacedesign.com/students/lblacker/flash/Nostalgia.html</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681033696412021243.post-17082701660645779322010-12-13T15:20:00.000-08:002010-12-13T15:46:26.569-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Okay so I think i'm going to start blogging. I've been reading Pam Wilcken's blog and she has inspired me to really get into all of this.<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg88z_Fzzucsjf6U2UFrSCV9qh9r-HG1wKM8bxdCbHEM2dKOE-XohaX5Cvu8c841OPrgNwkz14NJX4y2xVV7aEK084529L_yUUxDR8lnmV2NfLcnjqBj79bjXK_NVXGhTZy1RHNLtHSkpJ8/s320/This+is+Pam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550317302992725714" /></div><div>I started this blog because my professor wanted us to update some of our work online. I updated a few of my projects, and I will probably update a few more today. But I want to use this blog to put down my thoughts and opinions. I think </div><div>this will be a lot of fun. I am terrible at expressing myself through writing, but I hope that will change as I update this blog. So lets get ready to rumble (when I say this I don't mean to fight...) See what I mean when I say I have a hard time expressing myself through writing haha ;)</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856308200653595800noreply@blogger.com1