tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62433106572442263862024-03-05T17:43:36.622-08:00Inside the Staggeringly Awesome Mind of WendyWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-49404213696701523582010-02-20T12:23:00.001-08:002010-02-20T12:29:27.322-08:00Listen to Sonohra Favorites :3<img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NjY5NzM*MjQ5OCZwdD*xMjY2Njk3Mzg5NjEzJnA9Njk*MzAxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*xOTdiZWM3ZGYwNjE*/ZTY3OWMwMDI*ODhmOTNhZjI5MSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /><br />Spending so much time in Italy, I was exposed to some great Italian bands. Granted, not many because the Italians spend so much time promoting the English music, that Italian bands don't get very much coverage. Anyway, this band Sonohra is a group made up of two brothers from Verona, Italy. They are super cute and have very good music. Enjoy!! I'll add more of their new songs as soon as they are released!<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 450px; VISIBILITY: visible; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto"><object width="435" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_green.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musiclist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D75324604%26t%3D1266697347&wid=os"><br /> <embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_green.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musiclist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D75324604%26t%3D1266697347&wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"></embed> </object><br /><a href="http://www.musiclist.us/"><img border="0" alt="Get a playlist!" src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/create_green.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.musiclist.us/playlist/19283098635/standalone" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Standalone player" src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/launch_green.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.musiclist.us/playlist/19283098635/download"><img border="0" alt="Get Ringtones" src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/get_green.jpg" /></a> </div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-58709786051183189542010-02-15T10:42:00.000-08:002010-02-15T11:08:43.714-08:00My Yummy, Delicious, Super Special Awesome Chocolate Chip CookiesI don't know about you guys but cookies are <span style="color:#99ff99;">Life</span>!! When you feel down or when you just need that little bit of sugar to get you going, cookies are the answer. The only problem is, it's really hard to find the perfect cookie; it's not too crunchy, not too gooie, the right amount of chocolate chips. Well, my friends, I have come up with the perfect recipe for cookies. They turn out perfect everytime and everyone loves them.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Yummy, Delicious, Super Special Awesome Chocolate Chip Cookies</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">2 1/2 Cups flour</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">1 tsp baking soda</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">a pinch of salt</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">1-2 tbsp cinnomin</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Mix well in a medium size bowl and set aside.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">3/4 cups Sugar</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">3/4 cups Brown sugar</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">2 eggs</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">1 stick (1/2 cup) butter</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">1 tsp vanilla extract</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Beat well. You can microwave the butter for about ten seconds so it's really soft, but not melting, that way it mixes better in the dough and doesn't cause your cookies to melt in the oven. Add the dry ingredient mixture a little bit at a time, mixing well. Add a</span> <span style="color:#ff9966;">12 oz bag of mini chocolate chips</span> </span><span style="color:#ff6666;">and mix well. You can use regular size chocolate chips, but the mini ones provide a better cookie-to-chocolate ratio. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heat the oven to 350 degrees. Make little two inch balls and place them on a lightly greased cookie sheet and bake for ten minutes. When you pull the cookies out, they will just barely be turning a rich golden brown but DON'T put them back in!! They continue cooking when they come out and you don't want them to burn.</span> <br /><br />You can also substitute the 2 1/2 cups flour for 1 1/4 cups flour, then add 3 cups oats when you mix in the chocolate chips for a more healthy alternative. However, don't sweat too much over health because the secret to my cookies is not what's in it - though the cinnamin is a great addition - it's what's missing. There is half the amount of butter than is usually used in cookies, and they actually keep their shape better and you get nice firm cookies instead of the flat blah cookies.<br /><br />So, get in the kitchen, get cooking, and enjoy!!! : ) I promise you, they are to die for!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-78926070988790699192010-02-10T11:31:00.000-08:002010-02-10T11:45:10.002-08:00The Lightning ThiefI just finished reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Theif by Rick Riordan. I was very impressed with all the mythology mixed into it and all in all it was a great story. I loved how the different locations, i.e. Olympus, the Underworld, had a modern feel to them, like the gods evolved with the times. I also liked the discriptions of the gods, very cool; Zues in a pinstripe suit, hilarious! There were a few dry spots where things didn't seem to flow quite as well as they could have, but it was still a great story.<br /><br />It got me thinking back to the Classic Mythology course I took a while ago and I was amazed at how much I remember! All the different characters and stories about the gods, it's crazy! They were lustful, devilish, greedy, tempermental, vindictive, everything we love to hate about mankind. I have this theory, about the gods and why we think the Greeks worshipped them. The gods could have been important people in the Greek society that were highly thought of, so much so that to us today, it appears that they were worshipped. For instance, in our society today, people are so interested in celebrities, what their doing, their latest scandal, who they slept with and had a bastard child with, perhaps we could theorize that the Greeks felt the same way about people in their society that would have been rich and privilaged. That's why the gods could get away with so much, the lies, cheating, etc. We do the same for celebrities today. They get minimal punishment for their crimes and yet we still admire them!<br /><br />...Kind of a sad state for our society to be in.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, the myths are fascinating. You've got heroes, villians, nature, man, the furthering of western civilization with cosmic help, drama, tragedy; what's not to love?Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-79731839922393649142010-02-10T08:46:00.000-08:002010-02-10T11:30:31.934-08:00A Beating HeartI have a bunch of totally awesome friends that are just as talented and artistic as I am :) Anyway, one of these awesome friends, <span style="color:#003333;">Cory Keena</span>, wrote a great prose piece and with his blessing, I am now sharing it with you. It's called <span style="color:#990000;">A Beating Heart</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">This beating heart, it throbs and aches and beats until by chest cracks and heaves and it tries to fight its way out of its bone and flesh prison. It beats louder, faster. I can hear it, I can feel it, all around it, all consuming, in me, around me, it becomes me, this agonizingly repetitive motion, this ka-dum, ka-dum, I hear it in my very mind, it tries to escape. I can feel it, trying to beat its way out of me, trying to get away, but it can't. It's trapped within this web of veins and arteries, pushing and pulling but it can't be free.</span><br /><br />Amazing. I love how the rhythm flows and keeps you in this steady beat just like a heart. The heart, trapped in the chest, is trying to break free and yet you get the feel that the person wants to be free as well. The constant sound of his heart is driving him crazy. The man has to live with and be constantly reminded of his humanity and his death which looms closer to him with each heart beat. But at the same time, his heart, his life is trying to get away from him, like his life, his soul doesn't want to be contianed in a flimsy human body but be free and alive.<br /><br />Awesome, Cory! High five, kudos, amazing. I love it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Here's a link to Cory's deviantart web site: </span><a href="http://itsaki.deviantart.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://itsaki.deviantart.com</span></a>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-44137187967556297402010-02-09T10:21:00.000-08:002010-02-09T10:47:18.283-08:00Art the Easy Way: Collage<div>It happened on a blustery day not long ago, I came across a collage program featured on <span style="color:#990000;">Tom Kaulitz's</span> blog (yes, the guitarist for <span style="color:#cc0000;">Tokio Hotel</span> ;) ) It's called <span style="color:#3366ff;">Shape Collage</span> and it is so easy, so addicting and I have been spending a lot of time clicking away making collages. I recommend, if you want an easy way to make artsy compilations of your favorite pictures, then check this out! It's free to download the simple version and is way fun!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.shapecollage.com/">http://www.shapecollage.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>While playing around with this software, I got a little more complex and combined my newly discovered <span style="color:#3366ff;">Shape</span> skills with my <span style="color:#009900;">Paint.NET</span> skills to make a fantastic collage of my favorite pictures taken while in Italy. So, it gives me great pleasure to present to you - drum roll, please -</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Collage de Italia!!</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314817103237714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2n3n0cFyttuLruu_BNlQk2zYHNxyzEVKmpgY5Lo9rKIA5C1LoWE2k_upFhmNygSlVHGwItNgaenPCj0YO1QQYsIcfwmbTEs8rOGcrV9j3G7xOQiYIwNAewv_wDx86ncSCSyZDx-2ocw/s320/Italia.jpg" /></div><br /><p>This is made with all original, taken-by-me, on location photos. I would like to thank all my friends for appearing in these photos and making Italy my favorite place in the world. Loves you guys!</p><p>So, in conclusion: <span style="color:#3366ff;">Shape Collage</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">= awesome</span>, <span style="color:#009900;">Paint.NET</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">= awesome</span>, and the two combined with <span style="color:#ff6666;">my awesomeness</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">= totally awesome awesomeness</span>. :)</p>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-23843808052207377862009-01-30T13:21:00.000-08:002009-01-30T13:25:57.826-08:00The Happy Sponge PoemI was flipping through the pages of my sketch book and found this awesome poem that I wrote a while ago. I call it <em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">The Happy Sponge Poem</span>.</em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">I am such a lovely sponge,<br />Filtering the ocean and looking pretty.<br />All fluffy and porous,<br />Full of life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Not like the synthetic sponge<br />So square and plain.<br />Scrubbing floors and dishes<br />Day in and day out.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">…Now, I wouldn’t mind<br />Being a car-washing sponge<br />Voluptuous and soapy<br />I’d be a sexy sponge.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">But, alas, the sea sponge<br />Is the best!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Isn't that just the greatest!? I wrote it in Marine Biology when I was learning about sponges. My friend was going on about the difference in synthetic sponges and sea sponges and how the sponges used to wash cars are pretty cool because they are big and round and fluffy. Lol, we're strange, I know. But it's awesome.</span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-75248173251513945662009-01-16T01:45:00.000-08:002009-01-16T02:16:04.635-08:00An Ocean ViewWhile at the beach this last Sunday, I got some great shots that made awesome pieces of art. So, I present to you my works....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9bBkqX0c4S1fUtIG_TfM4gB8yV5jNn__oC42-zHxABgvhTTWgakr1u3umfV-WGReMzLxYGXq4OeF5FyYj6BCMfYfrkMWaPNT5djEnK7OiAb_MliMVQsjeklOM6233hyphenhyphen4TFYa_gW4ufM/s1600-h/The+Long+Way+We%27ve+Traveled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291827818422716274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9bBkqX0c4S1fUtIG_TfM4gB8yV5jNn__oC42-zHxABgvhTTWgakr1u3umfV-WGReMzLxYGXq4OeF5FyYj6BCMfYfrkMWaPNT5djEnK7OiAb_MliMVQsjeklOM6233hyphenhyphen4TFYa_gW4ufM/s320/The+Long+Way+We%27ve+Traveled.jpg" border="0" /></a>This picture I call <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">The Long Way We've </span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Traveled</span></em><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">It represents the journey of my life so far and how I've come to be where I am in life. It's the long journey of life that we all deal with and we all have to overcome to find our own glimmer of happiness. (Taken 11 Jan 2009 in Lignano, Italy)</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0H6uhNi3_8ZrRwNtfL9Wp_kapdh7HihDQZP8kGQpoK-FaFQhR0HQESFsRxIIwOf5zNR0pD91AecMjiKy04n79L5yOhpNHKsQqkP-CyEfn3zcmnczjVmWwnP8QyApO2eGjItncXHDOm60/s1600-h/My+Heart+Belongs+to+the+Sand.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291827809744363138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0H6uhNi3_8ZrRwNtfL9Wp_kapdh7HihDQZP8kGQpoK-FaFQhR0HQESFsRxIIwOf5zNR0pD91AecMjiKy04n79L5yOhpNHKsQqkP-CyEfn3zcmnczjVmWwnP8QyApO2eGjItncXHDOm60/s320/My+Heart+Belongs+to+the+Sand.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>My Heart Belongs to the Sand</em></span> It looks like a simple picture, but I went through the whole thing and erased all the sea shells and footprints that were stomping all over the place. The concept I had in mind when I took this was simple: people don't always give you the kind of peaceful, relaxed feelings you get from being on a quite beach...or in the mountains, or anywhere in nature where humanity hasn't totally over run the place. (Taken 11 Jan 2009 in Lignano, Italy)<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXso7GPuUKRT26Id2ZHZxDbVilsrGngnY9Bcl-5GRlYNLeWrO3KT9p_XJ77HqzmdFJ6tVAs4lXuFmcl7QqCl1dASi9z_HGvCG9DHVXZUB_UsVqwiw9V9RDlFrZESCw55cgmARXGO6wNDo/s1600-h/Behold,+the+Battle+Field.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291827802993373586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXso7GPuUKRT26Id2ZHZxDbVilsrGngnY9Bcl-5GRlYNLeWrO3KT9p_XJ77HqzmdFJ6tVAs4lXuFmcl7QqCl1dASi9z_HGvCG9DHVXZUB_UsVqwiw9V9RDlFrZESCw55cgmARXGO6wNDo/s320/Behold,+the+Battle+Field.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Behold, the Battlefield</em></span> Everytime I go to the beach, I always feel bad when I step on the shells that have washed up on the sand. I wanted to convey that feeling through this picture through the pieces of shells and the whole ones. The sienna hue gives it that forlorn kind of feel, which is really cool. (Taken 11 Jan 2009 in Lignano, Italy)<br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD5tJxDfNdfkGbs-82GB7lO9p56_J64qnOX7_eARS-Y0sfqnPhtKiC3oMF1XRoMi-meJHvsBu6F6BBpg5Bbfou1CKgZbUWz8DJG9UXvPadaStjRGnsERyepUx5lqpj0Fz48Loq08RCzbw/s1600-h/Are+You+There+Its+Me.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291827792289896002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD5tJxDfNdfkGbs-82GB7lO9p56_J64qnOX7_eARS-Y0sfqnPhtKiC3oMF1XRoMi-meJHvsBu6F6BBpg5Bbfou1CKgZbUWz8DJG9UXvPadaStjRGnsERyepUx5lqpj0Fz48Loq08RCzbw/s320/Are+You+There+Its+Me.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Are You There? It's Me</em></span> I just wanted to take a really cool close up of sea shells. XD The picture turned out better than I thought, so Va-la! it is beautiful work of art. (Taken 11 Jan 2009 in Lignano, Italy)<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div></div></div></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-26642623002791309882009-01-16T01:34:00.000-08:002009-01-16T01:41:55.980-08:00Life is so Much Better With Hugs<span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Yummy!</span><br /><br />You know the one thing I love the very very very most...<span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>HUGS!!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*hugs nearest person*</span><br />No, silly, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Hersey's Hugs!</span></strong> But they don't sell them here in Italy, even on Base. So, I've gone through withdrawls, <span style="color:#003333;">severe</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;">shake-uncontrolably</span>, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">blood-shot-eyes</span> withdrawls.<br /><br />It's very bad.<br /><br />So, you can imagine my absolute <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;">joy</span> when I walked into the Commissary and saw<span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong> HUGS!!</strong></span> I couldn't contain my excitement and I bought three bags...I wanted to buy more, but I refrained.<br />I've been munching on the deliteful little pieces of heaven for the past three days.<br /><br />Man, they are so good.<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mmmmmmmm</span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-71980369841639462832008-12-18T12:27:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:49:47.757-08:00The Woes of a Misunderstood ArtistToday, I was very happy and bubbly and energetic just like I usually am. Then, an unfortunate incident occured that put a little damper on my spirits (good thing it's the end of the day so it won't affect the rest of it.)<br /><br />First, I need to explain a little something. I see myself as an artist, not like a specific artist like a painter or anything, but an artist of many talents. I write, paint, sketch, draw, use various mediums, the whole nine yards. Well, to be fair, I'm a Poet artist. I'm a poet first and foremost, then an artist in many senses of the word.<br /><br />So, today - well, now that I think about it, it's been an ongoing thing for a while - someone close to me, whom I view as a great artist and a great inspiration, discredited me as an artist. Here's how it went... *coolie flashback vortex*<br /><br />We're sitting around the table, a friend that we just met sitting beside us. We're still getting to know this guy so he says to us, "Which one of you is the artist?"<br />My someone-that-is-close-to-me immediately says, "I am."<br />Come on, let's be fair we're both artists, I put in.<br />"No, I am." then she proceedes to talk to this friend about her art and blah blah blah.<br /><br />*coolie vortex ends*<br /><br />I'm left there, feeling put down and discredited and....I don't know how to describe it. It's like telling someone they can't be who they are, they can't be short or can't be a woman. I already knew this person doesn't respect me as an artist and that was fine (she respects me as a writer, but not an artist), but to totally bash me like that was...cruel. No matter how good my work is, no matter how hard I try, she can't see me as an equal. I see now that I've never shown my work to anybody because if she can't respect my art, how can others? If the one person I trust everything to can't accept me and be my equal, then how can I let myself be exposed to others?<br /><br />Maybe I just think too highly of this person's approval. I don't need approval from anyone to be who I am and to vent my creativity....<br /><br />....<br /><br />It still hurts.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-8614964310238393172008-12-18T02:04:00.000-08:002008-12-18T02:28:07.637-08:00Digital Get DownOk, so I'm kind of prejudice when it comes to art. I don't like digital art, to me, it just seems like it doesn't take true talent to make, same with abstract. Well, I took some pictures and experimented with some digital effects and stuff. It's not as easy as I thought! While I still prefer traditional art, digital art isn't so much a taboo thing anymore.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Here are a few pictures I touched up/altered on the computer. (I took the pictures first then messed around with them.)</div><br /><br />This one is called <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Violets are Blue</span></em>. It was actually very complicated to make this picture. I wanted the floweres to be a really strong blue, but then they took away from the rest of it. To fix that, I cut the leaves and the grassy part in the corners and put them on a new layer so that I could sharpen their color without changing anything else. Then I had to soften the reds a little in the top corner. Part of the rocks ended up on a different layer so that I could move the leaves around. I finally got it all together, just the right hues and everything. Va-la!<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281071569467969762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fZYChSs_l3fsy2tERHY4wniH21ImjiHfY1qB4ra2SH3bWXc6hFnXMQMi2xSiEeo0D0d5WGZ92d31hXcPO9P1QLH_oqaDjeDMP5pLf3YjyWD5tcuD3bvd4pRcetew4hJKzS4_GDVq614/s320/Violets+are+blue.jpg" border="0" />This one is <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Star of the Show</span></em>. Really all I did to this picture was tone down the orange (the light when I took the picture made it look very very orange) and take out my palm from the background. Oh yeah, I also cropped it and took out the other half of the apple so it was more balanced.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281071565237700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUH0wpmhLk7W1uxKImvD2v-N3qEHQkkCIaPS88Exb8j8B1DwrWeWPq2bsA3ka_STkXsyzb2xP0G92ZF7AOogwXBmn8MtqXaf0yLEgn-g7-NFFzUEhAAslqJEbKKD_6MIe4oyWtgtYWyCs/s320/Star+of+the+Show.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">Fountain of Stars</span></em>. I just adjusted the contrast so that the trees were really dark and the water was brighter. I toyed with the idea of somehow putting shooting stars coming out of the water like droplets of water, but I figured it looked good like this (and it was too complicated to figure out XD.)<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281071552555409250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBJ8qTh2ME-Q_TAf9pi7BsY_Xen6ydpzmAPlztZRbfQtLvo5ceEnskbxVpDgoRdINyVuTvYByqmvj6VI2KE29RaLjDxFM0E1rcEgRsLJaK4D-uc53qY0TzmW4ea4Z204T259wSC2ue80/s320/Fountain+of+Stars.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Life is a Balancing Act</span></em>. This one is the most drastically changed and digitalized. I took a picture of my foot on a cement ball that we have in our drive way. Then, I edited out the ball and put the Earth in its place. I didn't intend for the background to end up like that, but I was messing around with renderings and stumbled upon this one that I thought looked cool. After it rendered though, I had to move it around and change the radius so that it was behind the Earth and looked like it was...well how it is.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281071555455325618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPc2jC8Fg6bDJU-i1MQRTK742MpTXY-o229-H1HS-HRwSrLALBkSxU4yxI0wEpUIL1onRAy-wkCe4sjZzP7fcqJULPd1wVociSMQI4port9t7svOpTHYlteIz1DzZnH1RyhTpW_I1ESM/s320/Life+is+a+Balancing+Act.jpg" border="0" /></p>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-84244622406704449082008-11-27T05:56:00.000-08:002008-11-27T06:16:35.047-08:00Maybe I Just Think Too MuchAs I'm sitting here, contemplating nothing in particular as I'm waiting to start cooking Thanksgiving dinner, I start thinking about Josh (the guy from the shoppette that proclaimed his love for me.) He's come into the shoppette every day for the past...two weeks or so and he always comes to my line and we flirt as I ring up his stuff and he leaves.<br /><br />But I don't get it? What is the purpose of flirting? He comes in, we flirt, I smile and act all smexy and like I'm totally in to him....but then he leaves and I go back to work. What is the point? We didn't get anywhere and while he's convinced he's in love with me, I only know his name....and that's not even because he told it to me. I had to eavesdrop to become privy to that knowledge.<br /><br />Cooking, on the other hand, is something I understand. I'm proud to report that both carrot cakes and one banana bread loaf turned out perfect! This after two failed attempts at making ginger bread and pumkin bread, (The failure was NOT due to my faulty cooking; the stupid oven, come to find out, is not heating properly. I know, what a nice surprise for Thanksgiving Day. XD) and dumping one banana bread all over the floor. Stupid chair got in my way.<br /><br />*Shrug* oh well, I'll just go back to basting my turkey and be content with that....for now.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-72481419586844032332008-11-27T03:26:00.000-08:002008-11-27T04:23:30.756-08:00If we don't eat turkey, do we call it Ham Day?<strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#663300;">Happy Thanksgiving!</span><br /></span></strong><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-QR5q_SK1xaBzd0lodpU20onkRcHizF4RQZvruX_r8oeDdilK1V0Le5wC8hlkIT9rDwop-OvdMMrTBozeArOb_MGANQAKBZA0iAdKNOWaZeu73MhDFDDCsV75DBXYBqeZ-tjMbPEVgE/s1600-h/monkie+6.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273307277656032370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-QR5q_SK1xaBzd0lodpU20onkRcHizF4RQZvruX_r8oeDdilK1V0Le5wC8hlkIT9rDwop-OvdMMrTBozeArOb_MGANQAKBZA0iAdKNOWaZeu73MhDFDDCsV75DBXYBqeZ-tjMbPEVgE/s320/monkie+6.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>You can probably guess what this blog is going to be about: what I'm thankful for....well, you're right, so let's just get down to it.<br /></div><br /><div>First, I'm <span style="color:#663300;">thankful</span> for my <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>kids</strong></span>. They are so cute and so sweet and I would <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwGXIC6K4ZDHceYBNgdhGslkWYwP1WQsI10S3pQaVTIZUFnk64p2SRPXMRrSjGZMsFhacrG7U10NLQ1qxQZ5IVSzKTh7Lob6K2CrBB_f2Qbgeb76IoLsRYIZvRRjRXFg1SwG40JUXOWM/s1600-h/monkie+32.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273307763893358834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwGXIC6K4ZDHceYBNgdhGslkWYwP1WQsI10S3pQaVTIZUFnk64p2SRPXMRrSjGZMsFhacrG7U10NLQ1qxQZ5IVSzKTh7Lob6K2CrBB_f2Qbgeb76IoLsRYIZvRRjRXFg1SwG40JUXOWM/s320/monkie+32.gif" border="0" /></a>rather eat them than a turkey. <span style="color:#006600;">Andrew</span> a few weeks ago answered a question in Primary (I don't remember the question) with a very self-assured "Yeah, but I'm complicated." Then when asked what is something that is bad for our bodies, <span style="color:#ffcc33;">Raven</span> replied with a very serious "Don't eat ants." I can safely say that he gives very good advice and I will not allow these tiny black creatures to grace my table ever again. And of course, there's <span style="color:#993399;">Analena</span> who was in the<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgx9DHJtTVeIvFsRTqEGEMWG-Kb-A_WSpQQFwPGLJCAucerMfco0-xf7c4bkVTOLqkLMJrTLSl3rQbzYa8vAa1BeSfDE4cXErrBATeQGF-yY-uJzhOPJ1i02FzPiPYLYoArt8GOFMANo/s1600-h/monkie+33.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273308208695341186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgx9DHJtTVeIvFsRTqEGEMWG-Kb-A_WSpQQFwPGLJCAucerMfco0-xf7c4bkVTOLqkLMJrTLSl3rQbzYa8vAa1BeSfDE4cXErrBATeQGF-yY-uJzhOPJ1i02FzPiPYLYoArt8GOFMANo/s320/monkie+33.gif" border="0" /></a> hospital recently but was cured by the help of Ice, my magical bear that stayed with her while she was sick. <span style="color:#99ff99;">Lauren</span>, she's so dang cute, sang at the top of her lungs during the Primary program so that her mom - and everyone else in the chapel - could hear her...me sitting next to her egging her on probably wasn't the best thing to do. Of course, then we have <span style="color:#ff6666;">Savannah</span> who is the cutest little thing ever! She is always happy to see me and sits on my lap every week. <span style="color:#990000;">Giovanni</span>, the little ninja man, is very<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H7IJ5yZr8MbTjD3d-dCeB5AUolGcsJC1RIQBWGxPUuy3aKscQh5Bqt1kQB5AhDh6tChg7B0_4CbA4Uyv5934pYVeMZvdYde4xDdh8gcxnVQvbl8F_A-ZHkm1IH_D6CXNxN0n75NOeOU/s1600-h/monkie+29.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273307763574257266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H7IJ5yZr8MbTjD3d-dCeB5AUolGcsJC1RIQBWGxPUuy3aKscQh5Bqt1kQB5AhDh6tChg7B0_4CbA4Uyv5934pYVeMZvdYde4xDdh8gcxnVQvbl8F_A-ZHkm1IH_D6CXNxN0n75NOeOU/s320/monkie+29.gif" border="0" /></a> proud to be four and he'll let you know it too. And we can't forget <span style="color:#666600;">David</span> who is very sweet and such a good older brother. They are all so adorable, I love them all and they make it worth going to church every Sunday.</div><br /><div>Next, I am <span style="color:#996633;">thankful</span> for my <span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>education</strong></span>. There are way too many people that go through life without caring if they know the difference between there and their, how to add fractions, or even something as simple as doing the laundry. I may not be up with all the fads and the latest "in" thing but at least I can walk out of my house in the morning and be able to carry on decent conversations with complete sentances and proper grammer. I'm not going to be completely dependant on a calculator or computer to do my work for me, heaven for bid we ever had a Handmaid's Tale moment. I'm also <span style="color:#cc6600;">thankful</span> that I've been <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>raised right</strong></span>, with respect, dignity and moral values. There are enough loose men and women walking around, enough middle school snots that are rude and disrespectful, I can only thank heaven (and my parents of course) for raising me better than that. </div><br /><div>I'm <span style="color:#cc6600;">thankful</span> for <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">true friends</span></strong>, not the ones you talk to out of convenience but the ones that stick to you no matter what, even if thousands of miles of earth and ocean seperate you. Without my true friends, I know I wouldn't have gotten this far in life, not that I would have done anything drastic, but I would still be that quiet, shy girl that everyone would use for their own gain. My friends pushed me to get my own opinion, to defend myself, to not let people walk all over me. They helped me see that I am a person and I have every right to<strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"> <em>be</em></span></strong> a person. </div><br /><div>Now, I'm <span style="color:#663300;">thankful</span> for being a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>woman</strong></span>. I'm a <span style="color:#990000;">smexy</span>, <span style="color:#990000;">curvy</span>, <span style="color:#990000;">beautiful</span> woman. Those <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4CwcgFZwCT-jdOapU4DPmYYwzKvDRcaT2OoogZxuXdIajKyJ2-KESg9Kf_D_FUQvZSuuIHfF6PCcwN59VJzbcM3oOF0ABU7cN1MT-sh8xdG6-YIVFW_YCv4K1R7nzPP6pb7nChGEOD0/s1600-h/monkie+24.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273308772102174434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4CwcgFZwCT-jdOapU4DPmYYwzKvDRcaT2OoogZxuXdIajKyJ2-KESg9Kf_D_FUQvZSuuIHfF6PCcwN59VJzbcM3oOF0ABU7cN1MT-sh8xdG6-YIVFW_YCv4K1R7nzPP6pb7nChGEOD0/s320/monkie+24.gif" border="0" /></a>skinny, skanky wannabe girls can just go to Hell because that's all they are, fake, wannabe, girls. I am a woman and more women in the world should be proud of who they are. I'm not going to let someone else tell me what a woman is supposed to be or look like. I'm thankful for the way I am and gosh dang it, I'm too smexy to worry about what others think. So, here's to all the <span style="color:#990000;">smexy</span>, <span style="color:#990000;">beautiful</span>, <em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">real</span></em> women in the world. Live it up ladies, because it doesn't get any better than this. And just think, it could be worse, we could be <span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"><strong>men</strong></span>.</div><br /><div>Of course, I'm also <span style="color:#663300;">thankful </span>for my family, Mom, Dad, Aimee and Kaitlyn, they are just as awesome as me and I couldn't ask for anything better. I'm <span style="color:#663300;">thankful</span> for my grandparents, I love them and miss them sooooo bad. I'm <span style="color:#663300;">thankful</span> for my talents and for living here in Italy. I'm <span style="color:#663300;">thankful</span> for.....well let's just cut this short and say everything that I've been given. And of course, I'm <span style="color:#663300;">thankful</span> for my <span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"><strong>monkies</strong></span>. Because it just isn't life without my <span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"><strong>monkies</strong></span>.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273308988624747378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRDHaqmEFbHXKQlOZBDeXARiPaTGeCzR1iAbVuP0exK_NMfu2nSEbEKV1uSy1k96W_qp38wjI9t-ypv6euaDwGVYrIS9NCtGsmgGIMOTYQqUBZX0t10E0nq3oHhdGhO7sCsNLWMZK3tM/s320/monkie+27.gif" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-20201772097190913662008-11-24T00:57:00.000-08:002008-11-24T01:15:40.179-08:00Wendy EubankGood morning ladies and gentleman, this is your Aviano weatherwoman, Wendy Eubank, reporting live and in the <span style="color:#ffffff;">white</span> coat today. That's right folks, the <span style="color:#ffffff;">white</span> coat is out of the closet and would you look outside.<br /><br /><div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272149323348002786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhwtCF4BU2zXAaA2tr4-lo0MmBdg_paLumlS_0X8Co-RPG2frcjkzf3qZNeEyETz4TEJA6oRP4GMCYS6FssSz0e70P2Zg36BIt7RYVpA8kny6V9sw6tKhUoiDacnC_S2QV4wAy8VoOJU/s320/snow+021.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>That's right, you see it folks, there is <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">SNOW</span></strong> in Aviano, Italy this morning. Temperatures are done near <span style="color:#ccccff;">32 degrees</span> though I was so excited about the state of the atmosphere when I went outside this morning, it didn't feel that cold. </div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Now, this is truely a wonderful thing folks, for I have been deprived of snow for a very long two years and given the fact that snow is just the most wonderful thing ever, you can see how I've been <span style="color:#990000;">suffering</span> without it. </div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Well, folks, if you take a gander out the window, it seems to be picking up though it is nothing like the snowfall you see in Utah. In fact, this is projected to be one of the coldest winters in Aviano in then years. If this snow continues, they are likely to close the Base for the rest of the day (which is good because then I won't have to go to work.)</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>That's all I have for your weather happenings right now Again, this has been Wendy Eubank with your Aviano weather news. Back to you Matt.</div><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272149331041332594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1zQ_hGe7CDaPEWWVtXfdshyydOVP44FK53klxP98BR065JnA_KjPEZkaM_Vexi3ERPQzWP0ZGVDBmMajRbYYB8qUwxPkZ8CHPr695Shv0MclJaBneI94T7DzBamLm_pXIliehFT5fPA/s320/snow+026.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-79751382823599108732008-11-10T02:29:00.000-08:002008-11-10T02:46:57.560-08:00Fugliness of *DanielYou know when you see those babies that are just so <span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;">ugly </span>you can't help but laugh? Well, I know such a baby, and I have to say, just when I thought he couldn't get any uglier....<br /><br /><div><div></div><br /><br /><div>I was sitting there at the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">*</span>shoppette and looked over to see a baby, with his back to me opening a door. The door was not supposed to be open at this time, so a woman pushed it closed. The baby, whom I know to be <span style="color:#660000;">*</span>Daniel, started crying. His father stood up and went over to pick him up and take him back to the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">*</span>cart and as he picked him up little Daniel's face turned towar me and....<em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">HOLY CRAP!</span></em> I thought to myself, <em><span style="color:#000099;">I didn't think that kid could get any uglier! He's <span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">fugly</span>!!!</span></em></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>And then, I had to hold in my fit of laughter because the timing was really bad and I <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqc6R0lsnY6Ecz9kYsPoarLQ8YBx35Cx2YCDe57rYrf79pabgMBpMvBNI3R79ntStkEbWwxEhQBz1o5pRLD6CDOD7v1YglBIIBz2A7wymdCzsZAI5rvkJx1MuS_FT5X1sCkLsxIeAFsvM/s1600-h/monkie+10.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266977047120765186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqc6R0lsnY6Ecz9kYsPoarLQ8YBx35Cx2YCDe57rYrf79pabgMBpMvBNI3R79ntStkEbWwxEhQBz1o5pRLD6CDOD7v1YglBIIBz2A7wymdCzsZAI5rvkJx1MuS_FT5X1sCkLsxIeAFsvM/s320/monkie+10.gif" border="0" /></a>shouldn't have been laughing. As I was thinking about this <span style="color:#663300;">fugly</span> baby, I was reminded of a scene from the end of <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Ghostbusters II</span> when Vigo is in the painting and the Ghostbusters are getting ready to finish him off, his face contorts and winkles. This, sadly enough, is what the baby looked like. So when I got home from work, I got on the internet and prepared a picture, so that others may see the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">fugliness of Daniel</span>.<br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266976787200711826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKT4XuoLf6PIbUFdVZKJH1ji1KMT56r8TI6uTXOKSH2hCBc5bSvOUlYktBcMWS2KpsCYzRlO8kQOFP4OFKpc7ura52Tp9kVxJ7UZRxg4mPR9DKrpV6rwQWa_9ZapYLzBHPq0HQlNGMoZY/s200/ugly+baby.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">* </span>All names and places have been changed to protect the feelings of the poor fugly child's parents.</div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-20036361008982696412008-11-02T08:43:00.000-08:002008-11-03T07:14:38.627-08:00Do the Trick or TreatThis year for <span style="color:#ff6600;">H</span><span style="color:#000000;">a</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">l</span><span style="color:#000000;">l</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">o</span><span style="color:#000000;">w</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">e</span><span style="color:#000000;">e</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">n</span>, I dressed up as a <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">m</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">i</span><span style="color:#000000;">m</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">e</span></span>! I had to work, then right after work I had the <span style="color:#6666cc;">Primary</span> <span style="color:#000000;">H</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">a</span><span style="color:#000000;">l</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">l</span><span style="color:#000000;">o</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">w</span><span style="color:#000000;">e</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">e</span><span style="color:#000000;">n</span> party, so I just dressed up for work as well so that I could go right to the party.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264442483348024242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSbzm9lEhyRW_XR2OAIUo0XrpSBemNY9hbBTH3E-mN6Tgk697eoh0-h_3ffiIbLpr1YH4FXkjPiKKBgtv2qecIhtx95sxt1eZUWHYQGUdry-eZdQIsBTW0qWFbSy733mIPuVEpM8EtoQ/s320/Halloween+010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Since I was a <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">m</span><span style="color:#000000;">i</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">m</span><span style="color:#000000;">e</span></span>, I didn't talk at work (as much as possible seeing as I work customer service and had to answer the phone sometimes.) I would point to the total rather than tell people and just nod and make gestures. Some people thought I was someone for Kiss...<span style="color:#990000;">LAME</span>! No imagination, people. But they would figure it out when I wouldn't tell them their total. Some of the airmen tried to get me to talk, but I didn't! </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>The<span style="color:#6666cc;"> Primary</span> activity was so much fun! I manned the <span style="color:#663300;">"Bob for Donuts"</span> station with the help of one of the Abbot boys...I can never remember his name. It was so much fun to see all my <span style="color:#6666cc;">Primary</span> kids dressed up, and of course they were the cutest ones!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"> XP </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Andrew</span> was a <span style="color:#006600;">frog</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Savannah </span>a <span style="color:#990000;">Lady Bug</span> but her costume was so hot, she only wore it when she was going through Trick or Treating, <span style="font-size:130%;">Giovanni</span> was the Black Spiderman, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Raven</span> the <span style="color:#993300;">Phantom of the Opera</span> (Yeah Raven!!), <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Lauren</span> was <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Sleeping Beauty</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Analena </span>was <span style="color:#33ccff;">Cinderella</span>, and <span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">David</span> was <span style="color:#003333;">Batman</span>. The most awesome costume, though, had to go to <span style="color:#996633;">Alex</span> in her <span style="color:#996633;">Book of Mormon</span> costume that she forgot to put arm holes in. Her brother stood behind her for the picture and was her arms. XD</div><br /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264443964541123490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbhAAOgOqWRaovn0PdGVVvv24PtxAL49tEKTVMyBGzua-kNz8KsFifxJABNV3XpeCY7bbrxjrJ8H9yS55yabyS2InxciFbSHYNO2Rfa5uWZWmFjEBligmy0VMpZZ5zfoJKWjNNGRoDHc/s320/Halloween+022.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264443974048803746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsThd1-0M47hQHr3dGI7_v_ti-_kxClus0Ak0OzpQkhyphenhyphenYoZ4_4V6EMCyb71bbfKTudXVIlC04H0MALpF69RMcO6ZQoWMo0tfvAUYjZ7UsSjiu1rIWkg-ICl8hvBm5gtuwHDodkru0a6g/s320/Halloween+038.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264443980553042066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11B1wfS-y8q0vKin1lKAZbGWHctfbAtoj9GyUWZ51ZNm5AkoaFSMQrHxo3v0ndVSY24SNXz5EJoE_oOgYQL9UzhBx4n2HULWekaFV8Nyq7WoINeibwGfYvo-SZenAtljRY6IhASxy8jo/s320/Halloween+042.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264443991264661170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjBmXNPp5cmyoQQu-iFDgGc_VnkKqyB0HjTRRvV9jjo516E4YRIDKXLo773VpR9NP9FJAGmFfzjF_fjOEBn3-3h9syvzanQgi7LkouteFTRIsQOEAZ6L8VPV5hFcfDvjpMYjmNHRuFXU/s320/Halloween+052.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264443999138126818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJ5sYb3x2nH3y0wFNJgSwvVMqqv7bIDECpLFRRMn69kM2k1eughi8H84rzAWpN0DKwVgxCJbdAecvXEP3EXLIYt4aOk_7i4EViCCyb-RoRlGBsc9JZgNkjcPtga1EiM88sY9Hz69H__U/s320/Halloween+059.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264449180882041954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxZ6Wgc680mW0l9Qjy4aY-qGNTXScoZigGDu0I-y82QVuA7shQdFDUmjwEjU-JJ3RLedUCfC1gn-kbLOTYJ1FL0M91jPRCCmxLDDwXKsEzyTTCv7SpasaUNShlPJP0F3UoQ2al_qUhUk/s320/Halloween+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264449190921137938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihCKqDjR-6p0MDVew273jXtyJs6iGaNGdi_gSCKsB7dVcEyaWDD4XMoqYcGaSoy0cKrDdDf2vk64fd7a838QEK2LwQELPsF993iExb_3v-ST4xzR0xNT4pf29gGzBlnshDWYAIG9sNqH4/s320/Halloween+065.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>I had to rush home though after that was done, because we also had a <span style="color:#336666;">Young Single Adult</span> activity at our house. No one showed up for the <span style="color:#336666;">Young Single Adult</span> activity though, it was just me and Aimee...which if you think about isn't too bad. With Vaughn out of town, that left <span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">two-thirds</span> of the active single adults there at the activity. I had fun all the same. After I got all my make up off, which took <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">twenty friggin' minutes</span> of intense scrubbing (my face <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Hurt</span>!), we watched <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">scary</span> movies until midnight or so. I had work the next morning, so we didn't go as long as we could have.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-20459604676237583672008-10-27T03:02:00.000-07:002008-10-27T03:26:07.903-07:00Celibacy and The Totally Hot Guys That Come WithIn honor of my <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">awesomest cousin</span> MaKayla, I am taking a vow of <span style="color:#33cc00;">celibacy</span>....celibacy against soda. No longer will I partake of the <span style="color:#990000;">most wicked sin</span> of the soda drinking or covet this highly-caffinated drink. Instead I am turning to the new fad of <span style="color:#33cc00;">coveting the veggies and the fruits</span>. Given my family medical history, I can only benifit from this and save myself a whole lot of medical bills in the future. Plus, I love my cousin and want to support her. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">I friggin' love you MaKie!!!</span><br /><br />Now, to fill all ya'll in on some things...there's this really cute guy that works at the clinic and he comes into the shoppette all the time. He's absolutely <span style="color:#00cccc;">GORGEOUS!!!</span> His eyes are the most clear, most adorable blue....no, to call them blue is a disgrace, they are...I don't even know the word for it. Anyway, when ever he sees me, he's like "Hey Wendy!" and I feel kind of bad because I don't know what his name is.<br />So, when he came into the shoppette the other day, as he was leaving (after we had chatted for a little while) I shouted after him "Hey! I have a question!"<br />He comes back all <span style="color:#cc66cc;">cool </span>and <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">suave</span> and says, "Yeah?"<br />"What's your first name?" <span style="color:#663300;">XDDDD </span>yeah, cuz I can be just as suave as him.<br />Then of course, he mantains his savy and replies, "Richard, but my friends call me Rich so you can call me Rich."<br />Yeah buddy, I just got a new best friend. I want to sketch him, that's all there is to it.<br /><br />Then there's the other guy. He came in a few weeks ago and declares his <span style="color:#cc0000;">love</span> for me before leaving....without a name or a date or anything. Well, he came in and being the little eavesdropper that I am, I found out his name is Josh....and even though he asked me if I was going to where ever the heck he was talking about, Mr. Hanks or Franks or something or other, I still <span style="color:#999900;">don't</span> have a date.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-27560940739213090672008-10-19T12:55:00.000-07:002008-10-19T13:05:52.794-07:00Spin Circles for Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Dtphl19j_hiKU7WHYAH1bBDx7cQoBT7C7mERI_f1y0AF3orwiVRRTXNJ2zPgCFan-r-jzxkbnqyW08hpB2SN-GUdvKjbdRtRoXLlRXCZlK6qV98jGhu6rsLIxVWb7EyYYeKwq7MBA8o/s1600-h/new+painting+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258958377368711986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Dtphl19j_hiKU7WHYAH1bBDx7cQoBT7C7mERI_f1y0AF3orwiVRRTXNJ2zPgCFan-r-jzxkbnqyW08hpB2SN-GUdvKjbdRtRoXLlRXCZlK6qV98jGhu6rsLIxVWb7EyYYeKwq7MBA8o/s320/new+painting+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Haha! I have finished my newest painting which was done on a shingle, in the fashion of Italian painters. It's nothing fancy, just a basic acrylic landscape thing. I call it <em>Spin Circles for Me. </em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-85026979223913433012008-10-17T13:36:00.001-07:002008-10-17T13:48:12.498-07:00High Heels = Torture Device (I don't care how good it makes your legs look)Ugh!!! My feet <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">hurt </span>so bad! Why in the world do we as women wish to put ourselves through so much torture and agony? Yeah, my legs looked good but holy crap I was in pain, I was cranky. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">No more!</span> I won't wear nice, high shoes to work anymore! It was a stupid idea in the first place, I only did it to look good for a guy and he didn't even come into the shoppette today. <br /><br />I read in the Stars and Stripes that there was a walk for the prevention of violence against women (sex crimes and abuse) and the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">men</span> in the walk wore <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">high heels</span>. Now that's more like it. They want us to look good in high heels and dress all nice and pretty, well it's not as easy as it looks and it's a lot more painful than whatever it is that guys do, football or whatever.<br /><br />I'm not going to dress all nice tomorrow. I'll wear my nice comfy tennis shoes and good blouse, do my hair simply nothing fancy. Of course now that I'm going to do that you know he'll come in. But at least I won't be cranky and in pain. I'll be able to flirt without grimacing everytime I shift my weight.<br /><br />And that's what's important, being <span style="color:#33cc00;">friendly</span> and being <span style="color:#33ff33;">able to flirt</span>, none of this <span style="color:#336666;">look-as-good-as-the-customer-service-ladies</span>; it's way too painful. <br /><br />Other than that, it was a good day. I finally got one of my scholarship checks so I can pay for the next terms classes....now I just have to decide which classes to take....Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-88879713271463931142008-10-16T12:43:00.000-07:002008-10-16T12:50:19.602-07:00Sunset on Wall Street<span style="font-size:85%;">(I finally decided on a title for this poem so it can now be reveled to the public. Enjoy.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sunset on Wall Street</span><br /><br />Bring me the sunset in a tea cup<br />And I will give you Wall Street in a can.<br />We'll sit on a dingy and reminisce<br />Dream of things that have passed,<br />Createe for ourselves a future-<br />If ever we get off the dingy.<br /><br />I'll make a raft of hair for you<br />If you cry the ocean for me.<br />We'll make it off this dingy<br />Together.<br />For I cannot cry and you have no hair.<br /><br />Then we'll share a dish of life<br />Grow old, watch teh sun drip across the sky<br />Until the last drop falls to the tea cup<br />And winks as the light goes out.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">--Wendy Holloway (Oct 2008)</span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243310657244226386.post-72809974340713478072008-10-15T12:45:00.000-07:002008-10-15T13:15:25.201-07:00Fast Cars, Freedom...Finals<div>Ok, so I actually have a blog on myspace but since not everyone has one, I caved and added one more thing to my list of usernames and passwords. Y'all better be thankful. XD</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Today was the first day of Finals for my math class. It was supposed to be a two day test, but I finished early and my professor let me take the second half. It was pretty easy, most of the stuff that we've been learning in the class I learned in seventh grade. The college made me take it anyway. The hardest thing in the class was the chapter on Statistics: the one thing I can't do in math. Sure, give me Calculus, Trig, anything and I'll give you the right answer....give me statistics and I'll give you a funny look and find something else better to do with my time. Anyway, I'm done with that class now, I just have to check online every so often to make sure that I pass (not that I'm worried, I could fail the final and still pass.) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm not sure what classes I'll take next semester, probably some kind of writing class or something that I actually find interesting so that I don't feel like I'm wasting my time when I go to class. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, I've been really hitting my Spanish hard and it's finally clicking. I've been reading the Book of Mormon in Spanish and I can actually understand as I read rather than having to go back and translate everything. There are a few things that I still have to look up but I'm finally getting a hang on the language. Thus my reason for putting learning Italian and German on hold for a while, though I'm still practicing Sign Language everyday. </div><div> </div><div>...Which is kinda cool because I feel that I can actually say that I'm trilingual...not perfectly fluent in the languages but I can get by and I think that's good enough to qualify for trilinguality....if that makes any sense.</div><div> </div><div>Well, I'm getting sleepy so buenos noches chicos!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04839760931266369959noreply@blogger.com1