tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51996095137932441592024-03-18T20:33:50.084-07:00BethanyBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-83677199989772222332013-07-31T08:39:00.002-07:002013-07-31T08:39:35.148-07:00Of FrustrationHave you ever had someone step out on a ledge and get ready to jump and right as they take the first step off they turn to you and ask for you to save them? People are frustrating in this way. They make decisions that they are unsure of and once they have made them they realize they need help and advice. Regardless of whether or not you give them advice and try to save them from making a mistake, they are already too far gone. You can reach out and try to give them a hand but you know that you don't have the strength to pull them up no matter how desperately you want to, it's too late, they've already jumped.<div>
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How do you tell someone that they are caught in the moment, and that they are feeling the rush and thrill of the fall, but are only destined to find themselves in a world of hurt? Even if you do tell them, are they going to listen? Are they going to heed your warning, and realize that you speak from experience and know of the pain that comes with hitting the ground? All you can do is hope and pray that by some miracle there is a soft landing waiting for them or someone who is willing to pick them up and put them back together; because chances are, you'll still be at the top yelling, trying to tell them that they have done something that they will regret.</div>
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-55281589941916845822013-04-16T18:04:00.000-07:002013-04-16T13:08:41.729-07:00It's True, Everything is Bigger in TexasI'm a horrible little sister. My sister Tracey has lived in Austin, Texas for nearly 3 years and up until this last weekend I had never gone out to visit. Tracey has been after me to come to down for ages and we were finally able to convince my parents that I should go with them on their next trip. First thing is first, Texas in April is lovely. I wore shorts and tank tops the entire time and got just a bit of sun on my shoulders, so nice. Second, there is so much food, I nearly fell into a self-induced food coma. Third, even though I took my camera I didn't pull it out once, so all my photos are from my phone (I really need to work on using my camera and taking more pictures!) And fourth, nieces and nephews undoubtedly make trips like this so much more enjoyable.<br />
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Our flight was due to leave Thursday evening, but soon after we got to the airport we found it was delayed nearly two hours. As annoying as it was, I was okay The airline gave us ten dollar vouchers and I went and bought myself a caramel apple. And it was delicious.</div>
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My sister being the gracious host she is stayed up way later than normal and came to get us. We arrived at her house were her two adorable kids were sleeping, she informed me that she tried to get her four year old Sam to write on his chalkboard "Welcome to Texas, Bethany". Unfortunately, Sam had his own greeting in mind, so I got this instead.</div>
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For those of you who can't decipher the handwriting it says, "Happy Birthday Elly Texas is fun you no." Grandpa also got to the board and added the extra note to the side.</div>
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We spent most of the weekend bumming around, we checked out the University of Texas-Austin campus, fed turtles, did a bit of shopping and visited a few local attractions. And we ate, A LOT. I got to ride in the car by this little cutie.</div>
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We also made a trip to Cabela's where Sam got to drive a side-by-side ATV.</div>
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And visited Zilker Park were we rode the Zephyr. We have a tradition in our family that no trip is complete until we ride a train of some sort. You can blame my railroader father who has made all of his grand-kids train obsessed.</div>
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We also were able to devour some of the biggest soft pretzels I've ever seen, and they were as delicious as they were huge.</div>
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Then there was a visit to Terra Toys, where I found some adorable plush toys.</div>
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Yes, you are indeed seeing a plush egg cell and sperm cell. This is how babies are made everyone!</div>
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It really was a great trip. We had a lot of fun and it was so nice to spend some time with my family without having to worry about work and other distractions. If my sister stays in Texas much longer I'll be visiting again very soon.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-80268739016526348392013-03-07T08:07:00.002-08:002013-03-07T08:09:04.951-08:00Holy Birthdays, Batman!If I was a nice sister/granddaughter/aunt I would do a birthday post for each member of my family that has a birthday in the month of March, but let's be honest, that's not going to happen. So instead there's gonna be one GIANT post for all of them. Shall we begin?<br />
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March 4th - Beckett</div>
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This little guy is the latest addition to the Dannelly Family, he made his arrival this Monday is the youngest of four. Lucky for him he has three big sisters. Good luck with the dress-ups and Barbies, little guy! We're happy to have you!</div>
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March 5th - Allison</div>
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This little girl just turned 4! She is one of Beckett's big sisters and is one of the spunkiest kids you'll ever meet. Prior her to her brother's birth she told her mom that they should name him Ryder Booty. It's a great name if you ask me. Happy Birthday Alli!</div>
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March 7th - Adam</div>
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My big brother Adam turns 29 today, as a big brother he has always taken his job of tormenting me very seriously. Despite his love for giving me grief he still remains a great brother. He's also a wonderful dad to two adorable kids. Happy Birthday Adam, enjoy your last year as a man in your 20's!</div>
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March 10th - Grandpa Dannelly</div>
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This my Grandpa Dannelly, aka Morris. Some of my best memories I have are with my grandpa. When I was little, probably about 4 or 5, my parents went on a trip so my grandpa came out to stay and take care of me. Nearly every morning we would wake up, go to the donut shop where he would get his coffee and I would get to choose whichever sprinkled donut my little heart desired. My parents maintain that I didn't want anything to do with grandpa after that visit, but things have changed since then. My grandpa has always been one of the most entertaining men I know... A few years ago some friends and I went to St. George and while we were there we stopped to visit. Grandpa kept them laughing with his antics, and I think that those friends know exactly where I get my personality from. Happy 83rd Birthday, Grandpa!</div>
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March 16th - Tracey</div>
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Tracey is my oldest sister, and probably the sibling I look the most like. Tracey and I are 11 years apart, but we've been close for as long as I can remember. Tracey is extremely talented, she owns here own photography business, is an awesome cook, plays the piano beautifully, can craft the pants off of anyone and she makes adorable babies. Happy Birthday, Tracey. Maybe someday soon I'll come visit you in Texas!</div>
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March 26th - Dannelly aka Elly</div>
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This is my sweet niece Elly, she belongs to my sister Tracey and she will be celebrating her first birthday this month! She's a sweet little thing with lots of personality and a raspy little voice. Happy Birthday Sweet Elly Lynn!</div>
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As you can see, my family LOVES March birthdays, and I love my family! Happy Birthday to all of you and let's see if we can have babies in a month other than March.</div>
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-27226690313413054402013-02-27T08:07:00.000-08:002013-02-27T08:07:08.557-08:00Like an ADULTI did it. I really did. I put a deposit down on my very first apartment, I move in on the 7th with a sweet girl named Heidi, who happens to be a pastry chef. I plan on gaining loads of weight. I've learned a few things since beginning this exciting process.<br />
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In other news, I broke it off with the boy. WAIT, SAY WHAT?! Yeah, he was a sweet kid but it wasn't going anywhere for me. Call me heartless. Also, getting an apartment means I'll be home less on the weekends, therefore seeing him less. It just didn't make sense to continue seeing him. Commitment issues on my part? Maybe.</div>
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-36741116017611518852013-01-09T09:52:00.000-08:002013-01-09T09:52:16.718-08:00This GuyToday is a big day, it's Paul's birthday. Who is Paul you ask? Paul is the man I like/have to call my father. I'm sure many of you have had some sort of encounter with my dad and I'm sure it was memorable. In order to spotlight this great man I'm going to share a few of my favorite things about my dad.<div>
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For one of my birthdays in high school I decided to have a barbecue my dad was gracious and kind enough to man the grill for me. At one point in the evening he was announcing to some of the boys at the party that they weren't eating enough and to come up to the deck to grab more burgers. As he was walking up the stairs one of my friends attempted to introduce himself to my father, the exchange went like this (names have been changed to protect the stupid).</div>
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Brad: I'm Brad Taylor, it's nice to meet you (extends hand to my dad)</div>
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He did that purely to mess with the poor kid. But "Brad" hasn't been his only victim. While on a cruise this year someone asked my dad what he did for a living, to which he replied "I stir the s*&t." That is an exact quote, I kid you not. My dad loves to get reactions out of people and come off as an ornery cuss, but in reality he's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet.</div>
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My dad has helped countless people. He has helped people move, landscape their yards, help fix cars and other things like household appliances. He's one of the hardest workers I know. He worked for one company for 35 years, starting as a bottom of the ladder laborer all the way up to regional management. And after his retirement he choose to start his own equipment and excavating company. He's put in lots of hours and hard physical labor into his company and has been successful. And has been an excellent example to me and has definitely set a high bar for whoever intends to marry me.</div>
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In addition to his amazing work ethic my dad is the best dad I could ask for. He's taught me the value of hard work but also how important it is to be able to laugh and make life fun. He has always been willing to help me with whatever I need, whether it's helping me build an elaborate grape smasher for an 8th grade science project or saving me when I'm stranded on the side of the road with a broke down car or helping to pay for my college education. I honestly can say that my dad is one of my greatest heroes even if he drives me crazy sometimes. I'm grateful that I was blessed to have him has my father and I couldn't be more thrilled to know that I will be able to call him my dad for eternity. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!</div>
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<br />Big shout out to my sisters <a href="http://www.traceyandben.blogspot.com/">Tracey</a> and <a href="http://www.thefamilystaples.blogspot.com/">Karen</a> for having pictures of Paul on their blogs, I hope you don't mind me stealing them!<div>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-59637380021921530762012-12-12T13:36:00.000-08:002012-12-14T09:44:30.007-08:00You Can Call Me "The Heber Creeper"Well folks, it's that time again. It's the time where I try to repent of my blogging ways and make up for it by blessing all you beautiful people out in the blogosphere with an update of my glamourous life. Big changes have happened and you're about to hear about them all. I've started a new job and moved up to Kamas (saaay whaaat?), and last but not least, I have a boyfriend (kinda).<br />
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Once I graduated from UVU I decided it was time to find <b>"Full-Time Employment." </b>My previous job at Bowen, Collins & Associates was great and had awesome perks. Unfortuantely, it was only part-time and I wasn't making hardly enough money, greedy I know. After returning from my trip to Alaska the hunt was on. I was applying to all sorts of things, and I desperately wanted something within my field of study. I interviewed for a few jobs some that were social work related, some that weren't. After a few weeks of looking and not finding anything that would work, I found a job advertisement for a full-time receptionist at an engineering firm in Heber, basically the exact thing I was doing already but for more money. On a whim, I applied. I interviewed the next week and they offered me the job the day after my interview.<br />
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Because I'm working up in Heber I had to re-evaluate my living arrangements. Driving an hour and up Parley's Canyon for a commute was not an appealing idea. Thankfully, my sister's mother in law lives in a small community about 20 minutes out of Heber in a house that is far too big for just her. She has graciously let me move in until I can find roommates or something I can afford in Heber.</div>
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Now for the big news. I, Bethany M. Dannelly, have a man in my life. Sure, this doesn't seem like that big of a deal, most 22 year old girls do have boyfriends, but for me it is. I've dated some and I've had guys in my life, but never in quite this capacity. Before it's always been friendship with blurred boundaries, but this time it's a legit dating relationship. No, we're not <b><i>FBO </i></b>and that's ok, neither of us are seeing anyone else and it's definitely headed in the direction.*knock on wood*</div>
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I'm not saying I'm smitten or in love with him or anything like that, but I am saying I do like him and hanging out with him even if I only see him on the weekends. For the past two months we've gone on dates, watched countless hours of Top Gear (his favorite) and of course played a bit of Forza.</div>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-51493017592062602692012-07-27T11:42:00.003-07:002012-07-27T15:20:21.462-07:00Long Time Coming<span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Disclaimer: This particular post will be rambly, like super rambly. Don't expect my best writing, I've just got to get some stuff off my chest. I won't be offended if you choose not to continue reading, really.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So, as many of your may or may not know, there have been some changes in my life recently. But in order to understand those changes you need some back story. The past six years my closest friend and confidant has been my main object of interest and desire. We've gone through many ups and downs together, we shared all of our secrets and spent countless hours together. We started college together and I helped him through his darkest moments. During that time there have been fights, dramatic displays of emotion (both good and bad) and many confusing moments. Despite all of this, we had been able to remain close. He's chosen other girls over me only to come back and seek my friendship and that close bond we share. It's been hard, I won't lie. I had given him all my heart only in hopes that someday he would fully trust me with his.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">A few months ago, I thought that point had finally come. On Easter Sunday, this dear friend of mine and I had a discussion. One in which he told me his true feelings, he expressed feelings of love and gratitude. He also expressed that he wanted to be with me, that to him I would make the perfect wife and the perfect mother to his children. No, this wasn't a marriage proposal, but it was a step in the direction I had been waiting so long to go. Needless to say, I was thrilled but also taken back. He had to go back to school a few hours away, but we had come to an unspoken agreement that we were really going to try and have a real relationship. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">The next few weeks were filled with anticipation of what would come, I was on cloud nine and had a constant grin plastered on my face. But that lofty, wonderful state was torn from my hands. The very end of the Spring Semester, a friend of mine texted me and told me that he had a girlfriend down at school. I was devastated. Of course, I called him, he quickly became defensive and told me I had nothing to worry about. He reassured me that we would talk when he got home for good that coming weekend. Despite what he told me I had a queasy feeling that I couldn't shake. When we finally got a chance to speak face to face I learned that feeling was one that was validated. He shared with me that he had met a wonderful girl down at school, that she was different and he had never felt that way before, when he had practically told me the same things just two weeks prior. He told me that he didn't see us being together that way but that he wanted to remain best friends. And with that, he ended our friendship. I knew I couldn't go on only getting small portions of I wanted, he had broken my heart a few too many times. Never anything serious before, nothing that a simple splint could heal, but this time he shattered it. I got up and walked away.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The past few months I've been attempting to let myself heal and get over him for the final time. It's been rough, but I've been strong and have been able to get through it. While I've been keeping my chin up, he's been falling in love with this new girl. I've had to avoid hanging out with certain friends because I couldn't bear to see him. As much as it has sucked, I'm proud of myself for being as strong as I have. Last night big news broke, he proposed and she said yes. They're now engaged to be married; I've been </span>receiving<span style="font-size:100%;"> an onslaught of Facebook messages and texts, people wanting to know if I was ok. This is me, letting you know that I'm ok. Yes, it hurts and I'm not happy about it. But I've realized in the past few months that even though he has been my best friend for six years, I've never deserved to be treated the way he treated me. It's been hard to lose my closest friend, but it's something that had to be done. I also know now that deserve so much better. So, for the time being, I'm fine and I'll only be getting better. I appreciate all the concern that everyone has shown me, but you don't need to worry I'm a tough girl and I'll be able to get through this, and come out stronger than ever before.</span></span></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-15461701161848645602012-04-28T12:43:00.003-07:002012-04-28T12:43:55.000-07:00GraduationWell, I did it. Almost. Yesterday was my college graduation, even though I'm not quite a graduate. I still have nine more credits to finish up this summer before I have officially earned my Bachelor's of Arts. 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My Grandma, mom and I. All of my family either lives out of state or they were out of town for work so I only had these two. At least they came! Aaaand my grandma made me a sweet lei made of candy and money. I may or may not have shared candy with those sitting around me during the ceremony. Shhhh.</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-79818625542791810562012-04-02T15:17:00.002-07:002012-04-02T15:20:06.244-07:00Things This Girl Needs<div align="left">1. A nap</div><br /><div align="left">2. More time to do everything (everything include activities such as: work, homework, social life and relaxation time)</div><br /><div align="left">3. Chocolate</div><br /><div align="left">4. Advice on how to handle a particularly confusing boy situation</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">If any of you can offer such things, please contact me at your earliest convenience. Thanks in advance.</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-25907612272067965762012-03-18T18:38:00.003-07:002012-03-18T18:44:25.897-07:00Yup.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBALwfdd_HB5K3LVW65Ami5EiSUA0dADcZHkejIPrni-Vftwh1hOya0IbCxlg1UcOlsIRAPnm0n7v70ws9PavvfJg34N6NdF5gH9_k38fneOS3UrpsW2RmdW3B5epsHDHm6qXhPxAxuK4/s1600/disneyland.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721417029264163266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBALwfdd_HB5K3LVW65Ami5EiSUA0dADcZHkejIPrni-Vftwh1hOya0IbCxlg1UcOlsIRAPnm0n7v70ws9PavvfJg34N6NdF5gH9_k38fneOS3UrpsW2RmdW3B5epsHDHm6qXhPxAxuK4/s400/disneyland.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"> I think it's safe to say that this photo is epitome of all I am. Why you ask? Let me tell you.</div><div align="center">-I'm holding other peoples' items while they use the restroom.</div><div align="center"> That's my tendency to mother people and be responsible.</div><div align="center">-I'm blatantly making fun of someone, sorry Spen-dog, I couldn't resist. My sarcasm and humor can't be held back.</div><div align="center">-I'm making a goofy face. Honestly, I think you're more like to see me pulling faces than smiling.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">and last but not least.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">-I'm in freakin' Disneyland. The 5 year old inside of me was loving life. So was the almost 22 year old</div><div align="center"> </div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-62490256318907870032012-01-13T12:28:00.000-08:002012-01-13T12:43:07.102-08:00Mmm, yes.<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YlFvH3GOO5k?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>I might have stolen this from my friend Spencer, but this song is phenomenal. I especially like the verse sang by the Sarah, if you can't figure out who she is or what verse she sings, I pray for you. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hahaha</span>.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over</div><div style="text-align: center;">But had me believing it was always something that I'd done</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I don't wanna live that way</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reading into every word you say</div><div style="text-align: center;">You said that you could let it go</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is where I get slightly sappy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">girly</span>. That verse rings so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stinkin</span>' true to me. I'm sure some of you lovely readers know a bit about my situation with a certain young man, who I will not name. Love the kid to death but his actions and things he says tend to be confusing and downright frustrating. Oh dating, there's a reason why I rarely participate in your complicated dance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div></div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-75220518555638985262012-01-04T14:57:00.000-08:002012-01-04T15:20:31.440-08:00It's official, I suck at blogging.Well look at that, another few months have come and gone and I haven't blogged at all. Beauty. Once again, I've had plenty of things to blog about but I didn't write at all. This last school semester was filled with craziness. Between taking 16 credits, working an average of 32 hours a week and trying to remain social I'm shocked that I haven't completely lost it. However, I did kick butt this semester and came out with a 3.94 GPA, yeah, that's right I'm awesome. Time over the holidays was spent with family who live out of state and eating lots of delicious food. However, the most interesting part of the holidays definitely goes to New Year's Eve. <div><br /></div><div>Friday night I was passing the time with some of my good friends, one of them happened to be my girl Cato. We were trying to figure out what we were going to do the next night as we were the only ones home/off of work and wanted to do something to bring in the new year with a bang. Some of our guy friends had left for Las Vegas that night so they could have a guys' trip and celebrate the new year in Sin City. As we were discussing our options Cato and I joked about crashing their trip and driving down to find them. Well, the next morning after a few text messages and phone calls Cato and I decided that we were going to indeed crash their party in Vegas. So we got our stuff together and jumped in the car and hit the road. We drove for six straight hours and eventually called the boys and told them that we were down there and wanted to meet up with them. Luckily, the boys were happy to have us and we spent the rest of the evening together.</div><div><br /></div><div>For those of you haven't been to Vegas on NYE you wouldn't know how absolutely INSANE it is. There are people all over the place, plenty of drunk people and girls wearing heels to high and dresses that are waaaay too short. It made for excellent people-watching and I think we all had a great time. We started the year standing in the middle of the strip and watching the fireworks show, it was great. As soon as the fireworks stopped we booked it to our cars since we were staying in Mesquite for the night. Let me tell you, driving to Mesquite at 2 a.m. is not the best idea when you've been driving all day anyways. Luckily, we all made it back to Mesquite safely.</div><div><br /></div><div>After spending the night with the boys in beds filled with too many bodies that stunk of cigarette smoke and sweat, Cato and I decided that it was time to head home. On the drive home we discussed how awesome we were for making the spontaneous decision to go to Vegas. I don't know if I'd ever to NYE in Vegas again, but I do know that we had a great time and it made for a pretty awesome adventure.</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-7718070103373126292011-09-04T16:39:00.000-07:002011-09-04T16:55:28.819-07:00A Summer ReviewI'm really, really bad at this whole regular posting thing. I've had plenty to blog about but I haven't taken the time to do so. This summer was filled with lots and lots of work, at Target and at my office job. I did make time for some fun as well, so don't you fret. In July, my grandfather passed away. It was a very sad event but he had been sick for quite some time. It helped me realize how grateful I am for the teachings of my Church that allow me to know that I will be able to see him again someday because of my own eternal family. The weekend of his funeral was filled with tears but also joy; we were able to bless my niece Ashley and celebrate the 4th of July with my whole family, including my parents, all four of my siblings, my three in-laws and all of my nieces and nephews.
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<br />After a crazy week filled with family I was able to nanny for a neighbor while she and her husband went to California for a wedding. I had their three girls for 4 days and we had a BLAST! We filled our time with movies, trips to the mall, water fights, chalking the front drive and a trip to the zoo. I might say I had more fun than the girls did. I'm just hoping that I get to do it again *hint*hint*.
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<br />As a last hurrah for summer my friend Zach and I were able to fly out to Monterey, California to visit our friends Jess and Herc. We had a great time visiting them and relaxing. We took a few trips to the beach (it was waaay to cold to swim though) and visited the adorable town of Carmel. I would post some photos, but I was lazy and didn't take any. But fill your mind with visions of sail boats and breath-taking ocean views.
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<br />I've started school for the fall semester and I can already tell it's going to be a kick-butt semester, but even with knowing that I am so very excited to be back in school and have the opportunity to learn. I promise I will try to be better about posting. And maybe next time I'll even be able to include some photos.
<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-88790190038190827732011-05-29T21:07:00.000-07:002011-05-29T21:12:02.836-07:00Gettin' some booty.<div align="center">I love gettin' me some booty.<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHhyphenhyphen4gyOA0rVlnMlto2OWURrl8SfCEBCapYf6qnzeakCMkfW3MA6F5fEadpXyzxXVWuPyIJbXv67sbMWoEkK71IaYAHyyOSxQ6ve47hWgozFtKviWOcDJv2KNUrvxDB_HiK4Oem_lhM8/s1600/IMG000079.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612356706245445730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHhyphenhyphen4gyOA0rVlnMlto2OWURrl8SfCEBCapYf6qnzeakCMkfW3MA6F5fEadpXyzxXVWuPyIJbXv67sbMWoEkK71IaYAHyyOSxQ6ve47hWgozFtKviWOcDJv2KNUrvxDB_HiK4Oem_lhM8/s400/IMG000079.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center"></a><br />Seriously, Pirate's Booty is one of the greatest snacks. Ever.</p>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-88815245003772804262011-05-27T12:53:00.000-07:002011-05-27T13:11:58.143-07:00In ConclusionAnother date has come and gone. And I have found that Tom, as nice as he is, is really bad at planning dates. I gave him a break on the first date because he's not from this area and didn't really know where anything was. However, this time it was the exact same. I was a little disappointed, a little more effort would have been appreciated.<br /><br />The date was as follows:<br />-Dinner at Kneader's<br />-A random decision to go the park, but not really do anything there<br />-Baking cookie dough that I had made earlier that day<br />-Meeting up with some friends for a Dollar Movie<br /><br />Out of those 4 things, I picked three of them. I didn't know what else to suggest, I would have felt bad making him spend a ton of money on something he didn't want to do. The date was alright, not great but not unbearable. And honestly, I don't think I'm really feeling it with Tom, I'm not really attracted to him (he's not ugly or anything, don't get me wrong) and I don't think there's much chemistry. He's a really nice guy, but that's all I can see in him. Is that a bad thing? Now, I just need to figure out what I'm going to do if he asks me out again.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-27776416765969812792011-05-26T14:52:00.000-07:002011-05-26T14:54:53.388-07:00Date Night... Again?!Date #2 with Tom is tonight. I have no idea what we're going to do, but at least I have a date. Wish me luck!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-75016337748028629802011-05-20T11:48:00.000-07:002011-05-20T12:33:25.368-07:00Date NightRemember Tom? Well, I hope so because he took me on a date last night. A real, live date. And it was good. I was surprised to be honest, not because I thought he'd be a bad date, but because I'm so gosh-darn awkward I was sure I was going to mess it up or freak him out. It all worked out though, he picked me up then we went and got dinner at a Mexican resturaunt and talked about school and basic get to know you stuff... You know, family, interests, etc.<br /><br />Then we went to Nicklecade, I'm pretty sure he let me win a few times. But I kicked his trash at basketball the first game, which is surprising because he played basketball in high school and has at least a good foot of height on me (Did I mention he's tall? Because he is, I seriously think his arm is as long as I am tall.)<br /><br />After Nicklecade we met up with some of my friends for "Thursday Night Dollar Movie Night." We saw the movie Paul, which was surprisingly funny, but there was tons of cursing. Then he took me home. From how much we did and how long the date lasted it looks like he had a good time or was at least able to suffer through it. He also texted me after and told me I was fun and sweet (which I hope is good and not one of those "sweet spirit" things.) He also said he'd like to take me out again, so only time will tell with that one. But maybe, just maybe I might have second date coming up in the near future. Keep your fingers crossed for me, because I think I might just like this whole dating thing.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-56812259600250503242011-05-13T12:04:00.000-07:002011-05-13T12:28:04.703-07:00GutsNo, this won't be a graphic post about my intestines falling out. But it will be about how I somehow worked up the guts to put myself out there to not one, but two guys.<br /><br />So, in earlier post I mentioned having a big, fat crush on a guy. That crush is still going strong and for the past few weeks I've been trying to work up the guts to ask him to hang out. Finally, my wonderful friends presented me with the wonderful opportunity to ask him to a bonfire we're having tonight. Awesome, right? Well, I missed many chances to invite him but yesterday the fates decided it was time and provided me with a friend to ease the tension and awkwardness of the invite. It went a little like this:<br /><br />Dear, sweet, amazing friend: Betty, are you going to the bonfire tomorrow night?<br />Bethany: Why yes, I am. Are you?<br />DSAF: Sweet, you know it!<br />Bethany: (turning to Crush-Boy) Crush-Boy! Are you coming to the bonfire tomorrow?!<br />Crush-Boy: Uhhh, bonfire? What bonfire?<br />Bethany: A bunch of my friends are having a bonfire on the west-side of the lake, it'll be a good time, you should come!<br />DSAF: Yeah, totally! You should come,give Betty a call!<br />Crush-Boy: Yeah, maybe<br /><br />And then he walked away. Without getting my number. My dear friend and I walked away totally bummed. He wasn't going to come, he didn't even have my number to call me if he changed his mind. So we left, as I was pulling out of the parking lot, I was struck with a flash of brilliance. I could leave a casual note encouraging him to come on the windshield of his car. So I did. I scribbled out a note saying "<em>Seriously, you should come. It'll be a good time, bring friends</em>" and I left my phone number at the bottom. I haven't heard from him yet and I don't know if I will, but I'm proud of myself for at least trying, and I'm thankful I had a friend to help me out.<br /><br />Oh, but this post isn't over yet. It's getting long I know, but I feel the need to share. So this last semester I had two classes with a boy named Tom. Tom is a nice kid, we were buddies and would text each other for to find out what we missed if we didn't make it to class. But that was the extent of our friendship, but yesterday he texted me to see what grades I got in the two classes we had together. We texted for a bit about what we had been up to and I finally decided to suggest that he "made time for me." I think he was really surprised when I said that, he said something about thinking I had a boyfriend, and how he wouldn't be surprised if I did because I was a really sweet girl. Well, as you all know, I don't have a boyfriend and I let him know that. As soon as that was all cleared up, he suggested we get together sometime and asked me what would work best for me. So, because of this little streak of bravery with guys it looks as though I might have a date next week. <br /><br />I'm feeling pretty dang proud of myself, I don't ever do things like this, but I'm glad I did. Hopefully, one or both of these events turns out well and gives me good blogging material :)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-7747120616106718942011-03-23T20:21:00.000-07:002011-03-23T21:05:07.262-07:00Californication<div>A few weeks ago my big brother Kent asked me if I would be interested in going to California over Spring Break with his girlfriend and him. Needless to say, I was interested. He even told me I could bring a friend (if we could take my lovely new car) with me. So after begging, pleading and annoying all of my friends I finally had one decide to come with me; and it was none other than Mr. Zachary Pitts. Yes you heard me, I took a boy. So the trip was on, five days of Spring Break fun was headed our way.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>We left Wednesday afternoon once we were all off of work and headed for the bustling metropolis of Enterprise, Utah, home of Morris and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">LaRue</span> who are my fantastic grandparents. The ride was pretty typical, music, cat naps and boys begging for back scratches *cough*Zach*cough* But at some point Erika and Zach decided it would be a good idea to add <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Starbursts</span> to Double-Stuffed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Oreos</span>. Gross. They both claim it is delicious, I think they're off their rockers. We spent the night and my grandparents and made our way to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas!</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587483392172035730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4WyOJ-JnpE5TXjNFEmtXlxPSmyJ2h0GYkVvQ-9Lb9AYgUqXb4BssJh5RBEIwWM3jfGZGYa5GpOa9Bf_l_966CcVVH6D4bIcp5uxGXT-egKn6ZVtE3Wp6937yXpoBWMBSP0SxofLM4fM/s320/cali1.jpg" /><br />We looked like fools together, it was St. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Patricks</span> Day and we were all decked out in Green. Once we made it to fabulous <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas we ditched the boys at a Casino so Erika and I could go get some shopping in. But only after we made a stop at the iconic <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas sign. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587483804571673618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5PrsFcJqAKvWzqLcthGI9lZT0dTJ5nGbBemprZLLdT3ukUiwvuHBBWfWXjBT4z5ajze42hGbMxj0oiMaK3_hRcOGOn7SgQ5vUe2D3LyM30tlRUv0MeETnxZC7_yDVFD4hmsfMg8WW-Q/s320/cali2.jpg" /></div><div><br /><div> After we spent the afternoon in Vegas we hit the road yet again to make it my sister's house by dinner. We had quite the reception at her house, filled with screaming, giggling little girls, a hyper-active dog named Gunner and a delectable dinner of Chinese food. We filled our night with snacks and playing on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wii</span> Bowling with a 4 year old. The next morning we took off for Huntington Beach for some more shopping (yes, we have a problem and we can admit it) and lunch.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587484914987362578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIy7HEe-5TvXFzctQhUu9KCRCDEZpMDg-6AxpC7ABpH508Hze6cjhfnLKCkzFPYCigHK1s9umOiCP4Xb97VQyttLGMcq9P2V0T16yWd8p0qhytvd4tzRRKCaki0YshLQFr51jOGuTAtI/s320/cali6.jpg" /></div><div><br /><div></div><div>Eating pictures are always a good choice, right? We spent a fantastic day at the beach, but it was a bit chilly. Erika and I wore shorts and I think we both almost lost our legs to frost bite. But we enjoyed the views and had fun so that's all that matters!</div></div><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587488569171945746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcR0tzpiLeVUca873UKRLDPtkvYqYw2SuS9-I39YjBI_NBv2uDQB1wLx7IldhSE7Ho6l5nXkz5BE6vKEMwvIb1iy7hEIRAI2gom5BwUN7lCpw7bQ_C2YdbRvwAEyoBxlpiesBhGsJWrQ/s400/Cali+Collage.jpg" /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Don't judge me for the sleeping picture, I realize my body looks disjointed)</span></p><br /><p>Saturday was our super exciting day we went to Six Flags, Magic <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Mountain</span> and it was AWESOME! A day filled with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">roller coasters</span> is always a great for me. It was chilly and rainy but it didn't even matter. It was a very entertaining day of people-watching, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">roller coaster</span> riding and braving nasty public bathrooms. We even got to stay late, because some girl passed out on X2 while we were in line. Three hours in line when it's raining and cold, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span>!</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587491276716260674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rZXyeXrVb1F3w588mG7-dMzsjDEJ9xrHa1Zxmf4rtBpAEMMmmw9qUTcHwxjYSapHDQGhV_B3-WDL9UhdqkFMlicfvOH65846Dg-h9sbArAx7uUpLVSmlg2w2JtqHlYzH3jycUo70VkA/s400/Cali+Collage2.jpg" /></p><p>Sunday we took the long drive home, I don't have fun pictures because we were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">literaly</span> in the car for 10 hours straight. But we made it! This Spring Break is probably one of the best I've ever gone on and I'm prepared top it next time! </p></div></div></div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-25488520961946098952011-03-02T19:20:00.000-08:002011-03-02T19:26:59.055-08:00Just like Middle School<div class="definition">Crush <span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron">kruhsh</span><span class="prondelim">] noun; verb;</span></div><div class="definition">1. the act of falling hard for someone even though it isn't love yet<br />2. a precursor to love<br />3. an amazing thing that gives you feelings of nerves and excitement whenever you see them</div><div class="definition"> </div><div class="definition">I feel like I'm back in 8th grade, when I had a huuuuuuge crush on a boy named Kenny. If you would have asked me then I would have told you I was in love with him. Ask me now? I'm in love with (or at least have a massive crush on) a boy. He doesn't know it. But my nerves and emotions sure do. Bright, red, blushing face? You betcha. Obsessing over how cute he is? Definitely. I'll admit it: I'm crushing.</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-42575292547717211142011-02-26T10:56:00.000-08:002011-02-26T11:24:17.506-08:00WorthWhile hanging out with some friends the other night, one of the guys pulled out his phone and began to share with other people in the room some pictures a girl had sent him. I think you know where this going, these pictures were of this girl posing in front of a mirror wearing next to nothing. It made me sick. Sick that he would willing share something so private, that she sent to him in confidence with a room full of people. It made me sick for her. Since this incident I haven't stopped thinking about her, and how she must feel about herself to do such a thing. My major in college has made it so I've had to take many psychology courses and I know that for a girl to objectify herself in such a way is a tell-tale sign that she is struggling with some sort of self-esteem issue or emotional problem. No matter how confident she may appear on the outside, there is something deep down that is crippling her in ways that I don't think anyone just looking at her could understand. The fact that she needed to be validated in this way of her beauty and sexual appeal makes me want to cry. Every woman is beautiful. We may not all be super models but we all have traits that make us beautiful and amazing.<br /><br />As women we are beautiful beings who have a divine duty in this life; and there is no reason for us to demean the beauty that is given to us. Ladies, don't forget this. Never feel that you have to please a man (or anyone else for this matter) and prove to him that you are worth the love and attention he can give you. Someone loves you more than you will ever know. He sent us here to this Earth to carry out the divine role of a woman; we are here to be nurturers, mothers and the most loving individuals we can be. Objectifying our bodies was not the purpose he had in mind for us and I'm sure it breaks his heart whenever one of his beautiful daughters belittles her role and worth. Remember your worth is great in the eyes of God. And even when you are feeling down on yourself or are thinking about doing something that devalues you as a person and a daughter of God, remember that he loves you. It doesn't matter what others think of you. You need to have respect for yourself and the purpose you have on this earth.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-14361496385835592982011-02-24T14:39:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:56:01.079-08:00SatisfactionOnce upon a time, I wrote a missionary for two whole years who wanted to date me when he got home. But when that fateful day arrived there was nothing. He totally and completely blew me off. But now, I get a strange sense of satisfaction because I've seen pictures of the girl he is dating. Not to be boastful or proud or full of myself, but I'm <u>way</u> cuter than she is and I'm willing to bet money on the fact that my personality and sense of humor are way better than hers too. Ah, sweet satisfaction.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-70832665056392276002011-01-30T21:50:00.000-08:002011-01-30T22:11:01.894-08:00The Power of No<div align="center">Another "Bethany goes off on a Random Rant" blog? Oh yes. Today's subject is one word, a very simple word actually.</div><div align="center">That word is no.</div><div align="center">Yes, that's it two letters n-o.</div><div align="center">It seems to me that people are afraid to use that word. Yes, it sometimes has a negative meaning. But sometimes you can't always say yes. Sometimes, you don't want to say yes. This is where you use this word, use no! Just because you say no to someone or something doesn't mean you're a horrible, awful person. It means you're doing what's best for you or what you really want to do.</div><div align="center">You can say no to very simple things, for example "Do you want to be completely stupid and use illegal drugs?" and you reply... "No!"</div><div align="center">If someone asks you to hang out or go on a date with them, and you don't want to? Say no!</div><div align="center">Seriously, it's that easy people. You don't have to please everyone, a friend isn't going to die or hate you forever if you tell them you'd rather spend time with other people. It's better to be honest and upfront with people then to beat around the bush because you're afraid of what they might say or do when you give them the bad news of no. I feel this is a very simple concept, but it's not one that is used nearly as much as it should be. So say it with me everyone.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>NO!</strong></span></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-6274114922199288112011-01-11T12:13:00.001-08:002011-01-11T12:14:52.435-08:00Oh heyy.<div align="center">Cute possible intern at work having an interview?</div><div align="center">Am I ok with this?</div><div align="center">Without a doubt.</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199609513793244159.post-33963595405708732011-01-09T19:41:00.000-08:002011-01-09T19:58:28.020-08:00A Story through Pictures<div style="text-align: center;">So last week something happened to me on my way home from work.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0m8dkim8rfPw9T-vhcMkPbDJlyJTk5_o3xAM1kaaKURcB2uyXAe8OF6qOXvPcoJICOjlMJ28R7TVE2YDfa-En3jNLUtbuJfuwSFznBtZtzSV8M1BNDU0jdKc5T9AW_CA2SSssetoems/s1600/crash+collage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0m8dkim8rfPw9T-vhcMkPbDJlyJTk5_o3xAM1kaaKURcB2uyXAe8OF6qOXvPcoJICOjlMJ28R7TVE2YDfa-En3jNLUtbuJfuwSFznBtZtzSV8M1BNDU0jdKc5T9AW_CA2SSssetoems/s320/crash+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560399975920423698" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yes, I got rear-ended.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0m8dkim8rfPw9T-vhcMkPbDJlyJTk5_o3xAM1kaaKURcB2uyXAe8OF6qOXvPcoJICOjlMJ28R7TVE2YDfa-En3jNLUtbuJfuwSFznBtZtzSV8M1BNDU0jdKc5T9AW_CA2SSssetoems/s1600/crash+collage.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0m8dkim8rfPw9T-vhcMkPbDJlyJTk5_o3xAM1kaaKURcB2uyXAe8OF6qOXvPcoJICOjlMJ28R7TVE2YDfa-En3jNLUtbuJfuwSFznBtZtzSV8M1BNDU0jdKc5T9AW_CA2SSssetoems/s1600/crash+collage.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3XuML5IvzQ/TSqCOycCk5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rYzTlplhR-c/s1600/CIMG1304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3XuML5IvzQ/TSqCOycCk5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rYzTlplhR-c/s200/CIMG1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560399880511460242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> I was very sad, why you ask? Because that crash totaled my fantastic car that was perfect for a college student.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQSHRlWt0fruGx4AQKRglNzxY23cas1WkgmCl1hh2iGNKsp8OLPGSVAEzo8O2WhRI69SevGTIYnIlrIvdz3ClpWT1uXvPxlxRBOd8s9Fequm8S9NAtZ_PtjvFtbLwW-9SISmg6FKa51Q/s1600/insurance.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQSHRlWt0fruGx4AQKRglNzxY23cas1WkgmCl1hh2iGNKsp8OLPGSVAEzo8O2WhRI69SevGTIYnIlrIvdz3ClpWT1uXvPxlxRBOd8s9Fequm8S9NAtZ_PtjvFtbLwW-9SISmg6FKa51Q/s200/insurance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560399788398263746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Then, to add insult to injury we found out the kid that hit me didn't have insurance.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJsj7Wg7pdPGrpslPB1wHxENPRd2iJRwvhW-zw0tDtLU0kT1HWtPmUZvHfpzjNb1ZAzwPwoOUScmK0kNMZhenwbupBD5W8rWnvgZSY-VHlvrLnJ8-yXHtQDbNSj4pfy56bPBLX8-hYes/s1600/CIMG1303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJsj7Wg7pdPGrpslPB1wHxENPRd2iJRwvhW-zw0tDtLU0kT1HWtPmUZvHfpzjNb1ZAzwPwoOUScmK0kNMZhenwbupBD5W8rWnvgZSY-VHlvrLnJ8-yXHtQDbNSj4pfy56bPBLX8-hYes/s200/CIMG1303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560399735487781426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I was disgusted and mad. I had to pay my own freakin' deductible.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr07JXUpWleo3S-VPC7r_c9bKOyE5W3VSgflJyTUC5cVDBL88Hc45fqDk88dIOu1gU4WOtssARn04DZKcG_vhUrUCUIqet7DZ9RkYtr4G7ULHHxNnOLEyHy8NsQa4TXFeLHFc8z_DIaGU/s1600/new+collage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr07JXUpWleo3S-VPC7r_c9bKOyE5W3VSgflJyTUC5cVDBL88Hc45fqDk88dIOu1gU4WOtssARn04DZKcG_vhUrUCUIqet7DZ9RkYtr4G7ULHHxNnOLEyHy8NsQa4TXFeLHFc8z_DIaGU/s320/new+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560399604003039218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">But in the long run, it worked out and I got this lovely little beaut.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDikb2rISQJcX4Ewg-xeM030jK33VoUc55Of50PoRyKw4WC_vqYH9ndrCEekoS9_CmW5OAQgPTMWfZWvNFj3pPbm1oA5MCrq-3f8Wph87GIfU2kfvM3TGoPNZCqW1RNYEi552tulfbf0/s1600/CIMG1305.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDikb2rISQJcX4Ewg-xeM030jK33VoUc55Of50PoRyKw4WC_vqYH9ndrCEekoS9_CmW5OAQgPTMWfZWvNFj3pPbm1oA5MCrq-3f8Wph87GIfU2kfvM3TGoPNZCqW1RNYEi552tulfbf0/s200/CIMG1305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560399494253650994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say, I'm a very happy girl now.</div></div></div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17408317977259085424noreply@blogger.com1