<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836</id><updated>2012-03-06T20:04:58.437-08:00</updated><category term='Dating'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Need to Know'/><category term='RKH'/><category term='Crazy Life'/><category term='Viewing Pleasure'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Dear Boys'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='School'/><category term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Sweet Nonsense Talk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1106575102551693504</id><published>2012-03-05T05:23:00.023-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T05:23:00.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>STOP THE MOCKING!</title><content type='html'>For those of you that like to laugh, mock, act ridiculous and whatever else&amp;nbsp;you're doing towards someones writing, aka BLOG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROW UP!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you, when you're mocking someone or their blog itself. Yes I'm talking&amp;nbsp;to those of you (my&amp;nbsp;ex fellow co-workers)&amp;nbsp;that are sitting there in front of a computer at LDS Hospital. You have no right to do what you're doing especially when you're in the shoes that you are&amp;nbsp;currently&amp;nbsp;in. I don't see you voicing your opinions, life trials and happiness all over the Internet. And I understand if it's on the Internet it's for everyone to see. But really, is it really necessary to mock someone for what they have been through or what their joys in life are?&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I THINK NOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;So mind your own&amp;nbsp;business and live your own life. Stop living through mine. I don't mind you reading my blog (I don't who reads my blog)&amp;nbsp;but I ask that you stop laughing at what I'm saying. Because generally most of the time it's not funny,&amp;nbsp;these experiences have&amp;nbsp;made me who I am. And what can you say on your behalf. That's right, nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want all of you that are acting childish&amp;nbsp;to know that I am extremely happy. I'm happy with how my life has panned out and where I am today. I'm happy with every aspect of my life!&amp;nbsp;And I'm happy that I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; associated with you-low life adolescents, that&amp;nbsp;are doing&amp;nbsp;what you're doing. Stop mocking, stop acting like your 14, and stop being&amp;nbsp;jealous! Because ultimately&amp;nbsp;that's really all it is. Like I've said, it seems you have to life your life through mine.&amp;nbsp;I don't know why and I will never will but I do know that in some sort of way, you're jealous, you have nothing going for you, and your life maybe just isn't that exciting. Whatever it is, just know&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;are the one that's mocking, &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;are the one that's being jealous and &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;are the one that's idolizing someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&amp;nbsp;karma's a bitch and it&amp;nbsp;WILL bite you in the ass. Again, my life is absolutely great, even though yours might not be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;"When there is no internal opposition, there is no external competition!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I want to thank all of my closest friends and true fellow Bloggers who have&amp;nbsp;stood by my side, with this and with life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1106575102551693504?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1106575102551693504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/03/stop-mocking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1106575102551693504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1106575102551693504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/03/stop-mocking.html' title='STOP THE MOCKING!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1274645696745391172</id><published>2012-03-02T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T10:32:00.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Easter Wreath</title><content type='html'>Lately I've kind&amp;nbsp;of been into making holiday/season wreaths. We've always had a wreath on our front door for the four seasons but not particularly for the holidays. I just started this year with a heart shaped wreath for the month of February and this is my Easter wreath for the months of March and April. [Thanks Pinterest!] I plan on doing a fourth of July wreath for the month of July but in between these months and for the rest of the year, I'll stick to our normal seasonal flowers and accents. I just love the extra color it gives to the outside of our house since we've changed it a lot within the past year or two.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lU1GW-DwXo/T05mONkmXVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Pw5o4rU2qLU/s1600/easter+wreath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lU1GW-DwXo/T05mONkmXVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Pw5o4rU2qLU/s320/easter+wreath.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1274645696745391172?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1274645696745391172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/03/easter-wreath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1274645696745391172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1274645696745391172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/03/easter-wreath.html' title='Easter Wreath'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lU1GW-DwXo/T05mONkmXVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Pw5o4rU2qLU/s72-c/easter+wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2869165594717748670</id><published>2012-02-29T10:28:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T10:32:20.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Boys'/><title type='text'>Dear Boys-From the Past</title><content type='html'>In celebration of Leap Day, today February 29th 2012 and from the mastermind &lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt;, here is my blast from the past post. Yes, I'm actually writing about you past boyfriends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Radar Detector,&lt;br /&gt;It still kind of weirds me out that you found your [now] wife from your mission. Isn't "looking"&amp;nbsp;against the policies? Just sayin'. I am happy for you though, you seem happy and that's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;From, &lt;br /&gt;Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;I can't come to eat there as often because you work there. It's fine, I can get take out and bypass you all together&amp;nbsp;because you make it awkward and because I believe you still like me in which it will never work out again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;GFP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jeep,&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted us to be friends after the engagement break-up but you're the one that's making it awkward. I don't mind if we're friends or not. You're married now to someone who is much younger and much more immature. I'm fine with that, I just think it's funny. And I'm pretty sure your family still likes me over her which makes it even more hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your ex fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Soon-To-Be-Doctor,&lt;br /&gt;Well it won't be for another 10 years or so but you'll be a great one. We only dated for a few months but you were totally awesome. You were super religious in which I don't mind either way but you were also very "book smart". P.s. huge plus for the one that you marry!&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear&amp;nbsp;One Who&amp;nbsp;Proposed,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel bad that I said no to your proposal but you have to realize that it just wasn't right. It was too quick which led to other things that came out of the wood work. You truly are a great guy who will capture the heart of a sweet girl someday.&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;The One Who Said No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear RKH,&lt;br /&gt;Yes you! It was great while it lasted and you made me who I am today but you still screwed me up. You messed up my life for the rest of my life but I'm not going to let you still impact it the way you did. I could write a multi-million dollar song about you but I won't. You're lucky!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/search/label/dear%20boys" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rkS-at5t60/T05scd46XyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BJ2rE6if5T8/s1600/dear-boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2869165594717748670?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2869165594717748670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-boys-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2869165594717748670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2869165594717748670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-boys-from-past.html' title='Dear Boys-From the Past'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rkS-at5t60/T05scd46XyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BJ2rE6if5T8/s72-c/dear-boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8833727497076842408</id><published>2012-02-28T06:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T06:34:00.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Moab 2012</title><content type='html'>This was my trip this past weekend! We took all of our suv's and the four-wheelers to Moab. It was the best&amp;nbsp;trip&amp;nbsp;that I've had in a very LONG time. And not to mention, I went with the funnest and most daring people. I can't wait till we all go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xlr_DJCXtQ/T0voi3_WcJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NDBzqG-VV50/s1600/Moab+2012+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xlr_DJCXtQ/T0voi3_WcJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NDBzqG-VV50/s320/Moab+2012+collage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8833727497076842408?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8833727497076842408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/moab-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8833727497076842408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8833727497076842408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/moab-2012.html' title='Moab 2012'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xlr_DJCXtQ/T0voi3_WcJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NDBzqG-VV50/s72-c/Moab+2012+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1145256899302386898</id><published>2012-02-23T22:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T22:40:00.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Boys'/><title type='text'>Dear Boys-Part 6</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while. I know. I've kind of been busy. &lt;br /&gt;But you guys [literally] seem to come up in random parts of the days. &lt;br /&gt;Different days. &lt;br /&gt;But still days.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you-&lt;br /&gt;Before I&amp;nbsp;enjoy my little vaca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Old Tuesdays,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how it was great to see you last week. It was also heart wrenching because I consider you a "father figure." But I want you to know that I miss you and think about your well being a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The one that always made you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Man Hore,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should be a better father. Maybe. Just a hint and a subtle one at that. Thanks, it would help your kids out tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A friend of&amp;nbsp;your ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear EG,&lt;br /&gt;I don't use the word "hate" very often when actually referring to people but I hate you. I'm sorry that I'm being honest and I'm sorry that I officially cannot call your girlfriend my best friend anymore.But I'm not sorry for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Your worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Used 2B Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Ya I haven't talked to you in quite some time. It's been great. Even though you said we'd talk. But over&lt;br /&gt;this time, I've came to realization that "this" shit happens a lot. More than people know. And I guess I'm just another number. Something I never wanted to be. But I guess so are you. &lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;One who doesn't fall for men like you...anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex,&lt;br /&gt;I understand it might be weird seeing me twice a week&amp;nbsp;in class but get over it. Let's be adults and have a civil conversation, on your part. Because I'm totally fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/search/label/dear%20boys" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_lE2SVGq00/T0FEiSy7oZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FspJgDyY7PY/s1600/dear-boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1145256899302386898?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1145256899302386898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-boys-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1145256899302386898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1145256899302386898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-boys-part-6.html' title='Dear Boys-Part 6'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_lE2SVGq00/T0FEiSy7oZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FspJgDyY7PY/s72-c/dear-boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2584808631544088362</id><published>2012-02-22T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T06:43:31.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Toes</title><content type='html'>In less than just 2 days, I will be heading somewhere similiar to here. Maybe not quite exactly the same place&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;it's pretty close. It's my kind of vacation.&amp;nbsp;And it will be simply wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/W5itmsoAT8o/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5itmsoAT8o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5itmsoAT8o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2584808631544088362?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2584808631544088362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2584808631544088362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2584808631544088362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/toes.html' title='Toes'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7005340322660446462</id><published>2012-02-19T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T09:06:00.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Losing a Friend</title><content type='html'>I have this friend, she's my best friend. We used to be so close until she started dating this one guy. *Yes I know sounds similar [I seem to have many friends like this, unfortunately]. But like I've said,&amp;nbsp;she's my best friend. I feel like I've lost her though. They've been dating for 5+ years now and things haven't changed.&amp;nbsp;Things started out a little rocky and&amp;nbsp;things have only&amp;nbsp;gotten worse. She's not even close to the same person that she always dreamed of being. She's not the type of person you would think she would or could&amp;nbsp;be. He's changed her, she's her self, and not for the better. Apart of me feels like she's&amp;nbsp;brainwashed. And I can't handle&amp;nbsp;thinking&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp;This is causing me great pain just talking about this. I have only wanted the best for her and I can't say it enough but she deserves so much more. She's the ONE person that I never thought would&amp;nbsp;choose the things that she has chosen lately. In a way, I feel like I'm not important to her anymore, no one's important to her anymore. Besides him. And he&amp;nbsp;doesn't derserve her. I'm hurt. I only wanted my best friend to have everything she has ever dreamed of and she seems to have given up on all of that. It's like she's just threw it away. She has so much being offered to her from her family, her friends, and from&amp;nbsp;life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I will ALWAYS consider you my best friend but stop pushing me away. I can only be here for you if you&amp;nbsp;let me because I'm trying my hardest. And I shouldn't have to try this hard.&amp;nbsp;I want you to also know that you CAN come to me with anything. I do have a few off-the-wall life experiences, good and bad, that I understand. I understand different circumstances and I get it.&amp;nbsp;I get life. I just hope you do. Please know that I&amp;nbsp; believe you can do better not just in life but with dating [him]. You deserve better! It's unbelievably true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I do have many friends that change themselves for their boyfriends or choose their boyfriends over their friends and family&amp;nbsp;and I get it. I get that it happens and especially if you're tying to marry the person. But I firmly believe that everyone, both man and&amp;nbsp;woman &lt;strong&gt;NEEDS &lt;/strong&gt;that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;time with their girls and guys whether it be as a couple or not. You need friends, their the ones that are going to keep you sane. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7005340322660446462?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7005340322660446462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/losing-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7005340322660446462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7005340322660446462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/losing-friend.html' title='Losing a Friend'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2576169465574288128</id><published>2012-02-16T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T11:20:00.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>I Went Back</title><content type='html'>I have to tell you that I went back. It probably wasn't the BEST decision but I did. I didn't want to...but I had to. &lt;br /&gt;I like the people there&amp;nbsp;but I definitely didn't like the void of you not walking beside me down the hall. Because the last time I was there, was the last time I walked down the halls&amp;nbsp;WITH you. &lt;br /&gt;I cried. &lt;br /&gt;I cried down four floors, down the longest hall, out to my car and all the way home. &lt;br /&gt;I was an emotional wreck, not only because of you but because of the happiness, agony, pain and true joy that I experienced there. &lt;br /&gt;I spent four years of my life there and I just left. &lt;br /&gt;With what&amp;nbsp;I've mentioned previously&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/farewell-ldsh.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, apart of me misses it and wants to go back but the other part of me knows that this is where I'm supposed to be at,&amp;nbsp;currently in life. &lt;br /&gt;I love where I'm at but like I've said, I miss the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just know, I won't be going back there for &lt;strong&gt;AWHILE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I can't handle it and as my&amp;nbsp;best friends have said, it&amp;nbsp;WILL get easier over time. &lt;br /&gt;I believe their right.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that it would be easier right now. &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm the type of person that wants things to happen now. &lt;br /&gt;Also because I'm over it. &lt;br /&gt;I know those feelings and emotions are still there and always will be, but&amp;nbsp;I hope it truly will get&amp;nbsp;easier knowing that you will never walk beside me down any one of those halls again. &lt;br /&gt;As far as things are currently heading, you will never walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&amp;nbsp;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2576169465574288128?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2576169465574288128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-went-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2576169465574288128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2576169465574288128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-went-back.html' title='I Went Back'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2462833174072334756</id><published>2012-02-14T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T05:12:00.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Self Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>AKA Valentines Day. It's great for all those who have&amp;nbsp;someone but for those who don't, it's the worst holiday of the year. I mean, all you notice is people expressing more pda, you see more of the color red and more hearts. Yuck! Why don't we celebrate this day just as any other of the 365 days of the year. It's just another day on this green earth. One piece of advice, let's keep it classy people! I don't mind the day itself, it's the advertisement and publicity of it all, [that's&amp;nbsp;not my taste]. Valentines day for me swings both ways, it's still the&amp;nbsp;most stupidest&amp;nbsp;holiday but the day itself actually isn't too bad. I wouldn't trade the day itself for anything! It's one of my brothers birthdays.&amp;nbsp;He's 26 this year, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DAVID!&lt;/strong&gt; We're gonna rock this&amp;nbsp;day, this weekend&amp;nbsp;AND this year!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy &lt;strike&gt;self awareness day&lt;/strike&gt;, I mean Valentines Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS, I did get myself a Valentines Day present. If no one else gets me something, I might as well get it&amp;nbsp;myself. Everyone deserves SOMETHING on this day!&amp;nbsp;I might be the last person on this earth to get this but it's all mine now! And I got it in black!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ypsuAsVwzqU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypsuAsVwzqU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypsuAsVwzqU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2462833174072334756?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2462833174072334756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/self-awareness-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2462833174072334756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2462833174072334756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/self-awareness-day.html' title='Self Awareness Day'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4802347958759869101</id><published>2012-02-10T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:15:36.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage For 30+ Years</title><content type='html'>I work with this guy who has been married to his wife for 40 years. &lt;br /&gt;My great uncle and aunt have been married for 54 years.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors have been married for 59 years.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and uncle have been married for 33 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me happy. To think that people are still married to their spouses for this long is so amazing. I was talking to my great uncle [from above] about a month&amp;nbsp;ago about this same topic. From his own mouth, now keep in mind he's in his late 70's, he said; "People these days just aren't staying married for this long anymore." I agreed with him. Being married for the years mentioned above is remarkable! And really, everyone should try to have this same goal. Now don't get me wrong, I understand things/life/shit happens and divorce then happens. I get it. But there are so many things we can all do to keep our marriages going strong&amp;nbsp;such as long as these have. Now I have to mention that these couples mentioned above have not had any infidelity issues within their marriages. They've had other issues that we wont&amp;nbsp;go into&amp;nbsp;but we all have the&amp;nbsp;same life issues in our own&amp;nbsp;lives. Marriage-you have to work at it and keep it strong! If people avoided infidelity, can you imagine how different the world would be and how much happier people would be?! It would be totally awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day that I can reach this&amp;nbsp;remarkable goal!&amp;nbsp;And hope that I live long enough to see this happen with my spouse and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4802347958759869101?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4802347958759869101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage-for-30-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4802347958759869101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4802347958759869101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage-for-30-years.html' title='Marriage For 30+ Years'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3141409127838301919</id><published>2012-02-08T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T04:15:00.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Boys'/><title type='text'>Dear Boys-Part 5</title><content type='html'>Dear "Tall, Dark &amp;amp; Handsome,"I still haven't heard from you and maybe I wont. I would prefer to though. You seem like a great guy and one that I would like to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cheater Man,&lt;br /&gt;I know your secret and I know one of the females you're eyeing on. I guess if she stoops down to your level then you guys might be perfect for each other, to cheat. But you have a wife, cheating is wrong- on all levels. Don't think I don't know your secrets because I do. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me.&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Lips Sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend Stealer,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really upset that you came into my friends life, I'm upset that I don't EVER hear from her. Like I've said previously, we used to be inseparable with the things we did and talked about. But now, I feel like I don't even know her and she doesn't know my anymore. I feel like we aren't even friends but more like a person&amp;nbsp;I just work with.&lt;br /&gt;No Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Your Worst Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Wanna-B-Family Man,&lt;br /&gt;I would be shocked if she forgave you. She shouldn't, she deserves better. I don't want to talk&amp;nbsp;bad about her, but if she kept you, I guess she's sunk to your level too. Which is low. I'm sorry to say! It's just-you both are on completely different pages. I just hope you've been honest with her because I will find that out here shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear A &amp;amp; G,&lt;br /&gt;Yes both of you, can I just say, thank you! Thank you for understanding me and my situations. Thank you for loving me for me&amp;nbsp;just as you both&amp;nbsp;have. Thank you&amp;nbsp;for being apart of my life. I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Fav!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/search/label/dear%20boys"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nn2faXQ15w/Ty37Nwi_lII/AAAAAAAAAVE/lfzZJcov0l8/s1600/dear-boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3141409127838301919?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3141409127838301919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-boys-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3141409127838301919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3141409127838301919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-boys-part-5.html' title='Dear Boys-Part 5'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nn2faXQ15w/Ty37Nwi_lII/AAAAAAAAAVE/lfzZJcov0l8/s72-c/dear-boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5944772908247185907</id><published>2012-02-06T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:46:53.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Strawberry Kabob's</title><content type='html'>I saw this idea over on my favorite, &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;pinterest.com.&lt;/a&gt; So I made it this past Sunday for our family dinner with my uncle, aunt and cousin. It turned out great if you ask me! Love these amazing ideas I get on this website. Recipe: (Preparation time- 1 hr. max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel food cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melted&amp;nbsp;chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kabob sticks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFhJEy10FWQ/TzCQew6KUoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/E3E43iEQ6jk/s1600/strawberry+kabob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFhJEy10FWQ/TzCQew6KUoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/E3E43iEQ6jk/s320/strawberry+kabob.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5944772908247185907?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5944772908247185907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/recipe-strawberry-kabobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5944772908247185907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5944772908247185907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/recipe-strawberry-kabobs.html' title='Recipe: Strawberry Kabob&apos;s'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFhJEy10FWQ/TzCQew6KUoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/E3E43iEQ6jk/s72-c/strawberry+kabob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4907604691326858256</id><published>2012-02-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:06:00.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>If I Died Tomorrow...Unexpectantly</title><content type='html'>I know, I know kind of depressing but I want to get express my gratitude to those that deserve it. I don't plan&amp;nbsp;on dying tomorrow but if I ever stopped blogging without prior notice, you can guess where I'm at. So this post takes place as if I were already dead and writing to you. Kind of weird but you'll get the point. First off, I would want my mom to know this.. (cue to :55 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/8UIrzyaXofY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UIrzyaXofY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UIrzyaXofY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love you mom and no words can express how grateful I am to have a mother so valiant, loving and strong as you. You truly were my glue that held me together day&amp;nbsp;by day. But I'll be with dad and he's just as great as you are. He'll take care of me just like you have for the years that he wasn't able to be here on this earth. I'll be fine, I promise. You just take care and press on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my grandmother. If I died before you then it just proves that the Lord truly has a time for everyone and no one knows those times. I know you wanted to die before anyone else and in a way I'm sorry for taking your place. But you still have things to fulfill on the earth before you can pass over. With everything you taught me grandma, the most precious lesson that I hold dear to my heart is the value of family. I will be forever grateful for the countless lessons you taught each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, my siblings. Mostly David, Patrick and Brenda. David, you were always by protector from the big worldly things growing up. You took care of me and now I'm going to take care of you from above. I love you David and I always will. Patrick and Brenda, oh how it's always funny to tell people that we were siblings when there's so many years between us. And the look on their faces. I don't care what people said, I loved it. Thank you for being there for me and making me feel like one of the kids just how it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,&amp;nbsp;my extended family. I can't tell you each enough how eternally grateful I am that we were able to spend so much time together on earth. Every single one of you taught me lessons that made me who&amp;nbsp;I was, who I am. I couldn't have asked for a more fun, loving and generous family if I had tried. I love each one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, blog followers and best friends. Each one of you carried me through, lifted me up when I was down and gave me the inspiration I needed to fulfill my dreams while I was one earth. Thank you for sticking by my side through thick and thin. And thank you for understanding the type of person I was/am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dad, I'm with you&amp;nbsp;now. This is what I always wished for. I know not a very warm, uplifting wish to wish for, but it's different. It's different when your best friend and father is up in heaven. I've missed you so much and I couldn't be a happier girl to have a father such as you. I love you with all my heart dad and you have your little girl back in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the Lord. I completely understand the whole "it's your time" deal. I get it. But now I'm up here with you and am ready to watch over those that need it. I'm ready for the work that I need to complete and share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shifting gears] When it actually will be my time, I hope that these people-YOU- will know that I truly am unbelievably grateful for each and every single one of you and for the numerous lessons that you have taught me throughout the years. I couldn't have asked for a better life with the most loving parents, siblings, family and friends. So thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video clip I received from a friend who also lost her father at a young age. Thanks Nicole!&amp;nbsp;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/pages/we-can-live-with-god-again?lang=eng&amp;amp;cid=facebook-shared"&gt;http://www.lds.org/pages/we-can-live-with-god-again?lang=eng&amp;amp;cid=facebook-shared&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4907604691326858256?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4907604691326858256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-i-died-tomorrowunexpectantly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4907604691326858256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4907604691326858256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-i-died-tomorrowunexpectantly.html' title='If I Died Tomorrow...Unexpectantly'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-672586837069121632</id><published>2012-02-01T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T06:42:00.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>To the Month of February</title><content type='html'>To the month of February...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/xS8G9Qcze6g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xS8G9Qcze6g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xS8G9Qcze6g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you not be as bad as it portrays and&amp;nbsp;try to rest in peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-672586837069121632?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/672586837069121632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-month-of-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/672586837069121632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/672586837069121632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-month-of-february.html' title='To the Month of February'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3323236031043283595</id><published>2012-01-30T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:30:25.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Boys'/><title type='text'>Dear Boys-Part 4</title><content type='html'>Dear "Tall, Dark &amp;amp; Handsome,"&lt;br /&gt;The talk you gave last week was simply amazing. And not to mention, you seem pretty amazing too and I don't even know you...yet. Now I'm not saying if we were gawking over you or if we weren't!&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;A Hopeful Chicka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 more months until you're free, literally. They will fly by so remember to enjoy these last moments that will be apart of you for forever.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the whole story but get over it! Others will come along and take you by surprise if you have an open mind. Keep strong and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blue Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you did your duty and that it's true and maybe just maybe I'll know&amp;nbsp;soon enough. You kind of dug your hole and now you have to live in it. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex Brother in Law,&lt;br /&gt;You're engaged! That's totally crazy but also really amazing. You'll love being married but just one hint of advice though, make sure she really is the one. There's plenty of fish in the sea, you don't want to rush anything.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex Sister in Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/search/label/dear%20boys"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZZcIQKbUNo/TyXUEa0HjfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JuAeLF3pvjw/s1600/dear-boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3323236031043283595?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3323236031043283595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-boys-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3323236031043283595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3323236031043283595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-boys-part-4.html' title='Dear Boys-Part 4'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZZcIQKbUNo/TyXUEa0HjfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JuAeLF3pvjw/s72-c/dear-boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8784373763132299446</id><published>2012-01-28T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:17:43.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><title type='text'>Eating Desert</title><content type='html'>I seem to have this problem where I have the feeling that I "have" to eat desert after every meal. WHAT IS MY&amp;nbsp;DEAL? Do you have this problem too? Haha I don't need this, especially if I'm trying to stay in shape! But all those ice creams, cookies, chocolate, brownies and cool whip are so delicious but&amp;nbsp;definitely won't be making the cut. Luckily I've had the ability to fight off most of the sweet tooth cravings that I endure. But I admit, sometimes I do give in. Especially those times, I feel that I "deserve" it haha. After everything that has happened within the past year, I'm now down to a weight that I love my body at and my body loves to be at. I'm maintaining it by the foods I eat nor don't eat and we can't forget the exercise. And I love it! So bring it on you sweet deserts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8784373763132299446?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8784373763132299446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/eating-desert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8784373763132299446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8784373763132299446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/eating-desert.html' title='Eating Desert'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3409465871577721305</id><published>2012-01-26T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:52:00.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>It's Been 13 Years</title><content type='html'>This one's for you dad! As it's&amp;nbsp;been 13 years,&amp;nbsp;I miss you more than ever. I honestly have to say that 13 years ago was the worst day of my life! I know I always say that I have bad days but nothing compares to how horrible that morning was. I&amp;nbsp;know it wasn't&amp;nbsp;you're&amp;nbsp;fault either. It was just your time.&amp;nbsp;Not a day goes by that I don't think about you or what you and I would be doing if you were still here. One of the&amp;nbsp;hardest things is not getting your advice about dating, school, work and life in general. I know if you were here, you'd be the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; advice giver I'd know. You were always the happiest and most full of life person. Everyone loved you.&amp;nbsp;I want you to know that no one will ever replace you and can't even come close. You were the best father ever. I know you're up in heaven watching down on me and I hope I'm making you proud. I know I make mistakes but I think there making me stronger.&amp;nbsp;I know you only wanted the best for me and I believe that from heaven you're helping the Lord&amp;nbsp;guide me through this life. Because besides mom, you're the one that knows me the best!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;might&amp;nbsp;not be able to feel your presence physically but I can feel your abundant amount of love and support.&amp;nbsp;I can't wait for the day that we will be able to see each other again. I would give &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; for that day!&amp;nbsp;I know when it comes you will have your arms out stretched waiting for me to jump&amp;nbsp;in. I know mom misses you like crazy too. And would give anything to be with you again. As you probably know, she's doing ok. This week is super&amp;nbsp;hard for her too. But we'll make it through, together. I will never forget all the amazing times that we had, all the&amp;nbsp;uncontrollable laughter and all the priceless memories.&amp;nbsp;I hold them close to&amp;nbsp;my heart. I want you to know that you were and always will be my best friend and my idol. And&amp;nbsp;I will always be your little girl.&amp;nbsp;I love you and I miss you dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLyIS65o_t8/TxNkmG2yZPI/AAAAAAAAATc/7sp_v0396Es/s1600/Dad+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLyIS65o_t8/TxNkmG2yZPI/AAAAAAAAATc/7sp_v0396Es/s320/Dad+collage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I heard this song dad and thought of you first. A Thousand Years by Christina Perri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtOvBOTyX00&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtOvBOTyX00&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course this one, Been Here All Along by Miley Cyrus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/M2YIjueHJ9A/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2YIjueHJ9A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2YIjueHJ9A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3409465871577721305?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3409465871577721305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-13-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3409465871577721305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3409465871577721305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-13-years.html' title='It&apos;s Been 13 Years'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLyIS65o_t8/TxNkmG2yZPI/AAAAAAAAATc/7sp_v0396Es/s72-c/Dad+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7557515648851211742</id><published>2012-01-24T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:20:00.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Worst Week of My Life</title><content type='html'>13 years ago was the worst week of my life. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be pessimistic, sad, in a bad mood, angry, cynical.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to call it. &lt;br /&gt;But you can't tell me that if you were in my shoes, this wouldn't be hard. &lt;br /&gt;So what am I?&lt;br /&gt;Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;And I have a right to be.&lt;br /&gt;So let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7557515648851211742?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7557515648851211742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/worst-week-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7557515648851211742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7557515648851211742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/worst-week-of-my-life.html' title='The Worst Week of My Life'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4449738182159300997</id><published>2012-01-23T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:49:01.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Nike Shoes</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend I scored me some of these! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URkk4kcfShk/TxyXQ3OQcEI/AAAAAAAAATw/HHrXYf0-35I/s1600/nike%2527s+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URkk4kcfShk/TxyXQ3OQcEI/AAAAAAAAATw/HHrXYf0-35I/s320/nike%2527s+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There my first real pair of Nike's. I'm so excited and hopefully it will help me actually "like" running! I know, kind of a joke but we'll see how running a little bit more in these awesome shoes will work. And let's forget to mention that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought them from the boy's section. Yes that's right, I can still fit in the kids' shoes but the BIGGER sizes haha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I paid a whole lot less than if I would have bought them in the adult section.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chose to look at the men's/boy's shoes because I don't like the thought of having "pink" on my running shoes. It's too girly for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I also bought me some of those flat boots that go up to your knees. There in style right now so yes, I had to have a pair. And finally I bought me my first pair of skinny jeans. There not exactly jeans, more like skinny khaki's but SUPER darling! I'm not known for buying a lot of clothes at one time but I figured I haven't bought myself anything in a long time so I thought I deserved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4449738182159300997?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4449738182159300997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/nike-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4449738182159300997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4449738182159300997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/nike-shoes.html' title='Nike Shoes'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URkk4kcfShk/TxyXQ3OQcEI/AAAAAAAAATw/HHrXYf0-35I/s72-c/nike%2527s+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2820945965263044015</id><published>2012-01-21T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:46:42.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Boys'/><title type='text'>Dear Boys-Part 3</title><content type='html'>Dear Friend of a Friend,&lt;br /&gt;I think you have a great personality and are good looking.&amp;nbsp;I think we should go out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Smarts,&lt;br /&gt;You're unbelievably knowledgeable about everything! And you're my best friends husband. I pray that I can marry someone somewhat as smart, considerate and loving as you are to her and to your children. You're the type of guy that every girl deserves! :)&lt;br /&gt;With hope,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-Bf/Fiance,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I thought it would be utterly awkward having a class with you but really it's not. It seems that you made it awkward for yourself at first but I didn't. I have other things to worry about rather than you being in my hardest class. I think we are friends after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;"The Ex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;Yes you! Thanks for making the call that you did about a week ago. It meant a lot and I truly hope that you know that I am here for you. I know it might be hard hearing my voice or talking to me about logistics but I'm glad we can do it. I'm glad that I still consider you a friend and hope you'll come through these miserable times that are vastly ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;"The One in Utah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear girlfriends boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like you. I hope you get that, I mean it's pretty obvious. But can I just have my friend back? The one that calls me on her drive home or the one that will text me when she's bored. She doesn't do that anymore because you're in the picture. It's like I've lost her. To you. And I don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;Always &amp;amp; Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Your worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6uelAhio820/TxyRoTjnxjI/AAAAAAAAATo/M2GXj4dly68/s1600/dear-boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2820945965263044015?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2820945965263044015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-boys-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2820945965263044015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2820945965263044015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-boys-part-3.html' title='Dear Boys-Part 3'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6uelAhio820/TxyRoTjnxjI/AAAAAAAAATo/M2GXj4dly68/s72-c/dear-boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2684297913286053974</id><published>2012-01-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:41:00.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><title type='text'>The Power of Choice</title><content type='html'>*Note: Before you start reading, I want you to know that I am&amp;nbsp;not pointing fingers at anyone. I do not look down on anyone because we've chosen different paths. I do not judge and I do not think I am better than anyone else. With that saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at everyone I know, young, old, nice, mean, street smart, book smart or whatever your qualities and attributes are; I look at the differences between them and I. Now like I've said at the beginning, we've all chosen different paths, we've all made our own choices and have found our own happiness. That's truly what matters! But I look at my friends, acquaintances and&amp;nbsp;family that have chosen to get married and have a family before finishing school or even at a young age. Or maybe get into debt before they can actually pay for it. Or how about making all those left turns and never right ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I want to get done with school before I&amp;nbsp;have my own family. [Trust me, that's not what I said when I was 18 and that's&amp;nbsp;because I was young and stupid but hey, times have changed!]&amp;nbsp;To me, this&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;important&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;FOR&lt;/strong&gt; me. The only debt I want right now&amp;nbsp;are my school loans, which are pretty reasonable if you ask me. I want to make mostly right turns, not all lefts. I like the right way, I mean who doesn't?! But I have and will take some left turns&amp;nbsp;so I can learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I only mention these because I look at the people in my life who have chosen a different path than I have. And that's totally fine!&amp;nbsp;That's why we have choice, self&amp;nbsp;accountability and reason.&amp;nbsp;For some, it's worked for them and for others, it hasn't. But for me, I &lt;strike&gt;know&lt;/strike&gt; or...I think I know what's right for me. What I need to do. What I want to do. For me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you thought about what's right for you? &lt;br /&gt;What you truly want&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; need? &lt;br /&gt;Just a question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2684297913286053974?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2684297913286053974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/power-of-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2684297913286053974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2684297913286053974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/power-of-choice.html' title='The Power of Choice'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1418865712289435094</id><published>2012-01-16T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:41:00.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>I Won't Let Go</title><content type='html'>It's been about a month now since everything went down. And this is how I'm feeling. Alone. Unwanted. Scared. Nervous.&amp;nbsp;Now please, let me just have my pity party for a split second and then I'll be good. I&amp;nbsp;just wish&amp;nbsp;by now, I would have been further along emotionally but I&amp;nbsp;guess it&amp;nbsp;just doesn't happen that quick.&amp;nbsp;On the other side of things,&amp;nbsp;this song is perfect, if only it were true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/4fqPcnuVPR8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fqPcnuVPR8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fqPcnuVPR8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1418865712289435094?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1418865712289435094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wont-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1418865712289435094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1418865712289435094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wont-let-go.html' title='I Won&apos;t Let Go'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8151300014418446325</id><published>2012-01-14T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:28:00.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Girls That Stay w/ Guys That...</title><content type='html'>It make me utterly sick that girls stay with their boyfriends who abuse them mentally, physically and emotionally. I know I know it's hard. We've all been there but I'm telling you that you deserve better than that! No woman in this entire world deserves to be hurt in any way. I have a friend who's boyfriend calls her a bit** numerous times and he's being serious when he says it. No girl ever deserves to be called that let alone anything else in that realm. Another one of my friends boyfriends is addicted to alcohol. There's a point where you like something&amp;nbsp;and then there's a point where you're addicted. And another one of my friends boyfriends does not cook a single thing for himself, she cooks everything while he sits on his behind. He doesn't even put his dishes in the dishwasher, he leaves them on the counter.Now I'm not trying to criticize anyone or point fingers, all I'm saying is that you deserve better. Every girl deserves better if their in a negative relationship/situation such as these. I believe, don't settle!&amp;nbsp;There are&amp;nbsp;so many men out there that you shouldn't settle until you find the one. The one that you've dreamed of.&amp;nbsp;The one that shares your same values and standards. The one that you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not saying that these people are bad. Their not bad people. Some just make&amp;nbsp;bad choices, we all make bad choices.&amp;nbsp;I just believe every girl deserves the best no matter what. And yes, this is reality. Reality is, is that there is always someone out there that best suits you even if you don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8151300014418446325?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8151300014418446325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/girls-that-stay-w-guys-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8151300014418446325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8151300014418446325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/girls-that-stay-w-guys-that.html' title='Girls That Stay w/ Guys That...'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1079277616787460508</id><published>2012-01-11T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:32:11.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Needing My Opinion</title><content type='html'>If you ask for my opinion for anything such as life, boys, girls, family, friends,&amp;nbsp;school, work, personal choices and etc, I ask that I'm just doing what you've asked. I give you my opinion and take it how you want. I never expect that you use my advice but if you do take it into consideration, just know that I will always be here for you no matter what happens. No matter&amp;nbsp;what choices you make.&amp;nbsp;And no matter the outcome. Because that's what friends and family do! They stick by your side not matter what. And yes, I am talking to each and every single one of you friends, family and blog followers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1079277616787460508?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1079277616787460508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/needing-my-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1079277616787460508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1079277616787460508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/needing-my-opinion.html' title='Needing My Opinion'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2420456313617321534</id><published>2012-01-10T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:36:00.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>One Hell of a Monday</title><content type='html'>Ya you know how I said "May this semester not kick my butt?" Well it already has and today was the first day of the spring semester. HOLY COW! I honestly think I'm in over my head. I think "What am I doing taking this classes that are way beyond my knowledge capability" and "When is this day gonna end?" Well unfortunately I think this is how my Monday's are gonna be for the next 15 weeks. I know you're jealous haha not! Which let's not hide anything, it will suck. It sucks already and it's only the first day. But on a &lt;strike&gt;happy&lt;/strike&gt; funny side note, here's some memorable moments from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All my teachers are young, outgoing and full of life...that's a plus!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I so far know a few people in each class, which hopefully helps out later in the semester.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like I drive all over the SL valley just so I can attend all my classes at 2 different schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of schools, you would think that a college could afford buying the labs paper towel rolls. But they don't! They expect students to generously provide these paper towels. A bit ridiculous if you ask me! Where's my tuition money going to?! Oh ya that's right, the football teams uniforms. I see the priorities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My lab teacher is gay. Nothing against people who are gay but I think it's ironic that it's a science class [norm for manly] and a gay man is teaching it. I think it's great and he's awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but not least...My ex fiance is taking one of my classes. We sit next to each other...for now. I bet you can guess how that conversation went down haha! I don't know how this will all work out but it always makes for a good story later on, right?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh and this is what I had for dinner. Yes I know very healthy and so great to eat this late at night. :) And yes, I am going to bed this time of night or should I say morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SirCuxUwxME/TwvFkK1K4UI/AAAAAAAAATU/BrLWiwHPHqs/s1600/late+night+dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SirCuxUwxME/TwvFkK1K4UI/AAAAAAAAATU/BrLWiwHPHqs/s320/late+night+dinner.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you and courtesy of Pringles and Reese's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2420456313617321534?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2420456313617321534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-hell-of-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2420456313617321534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2420456313617321534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-hell-of-monday.html' title='One Hell of a Monday'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SirCuxUwxME/TwvFkK1K4UI/AAAAAAAAATU/BrLWiwHPHqs/s72-c/late+night+dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7218709255566722419</id><published>2012-01-08T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:15:00.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Pocket Full of Sunshine Weekend</title><content type='html'>Could this scene be anymore right on. Haha I probably shouldn't admit it&amp;nbsp;here but I do this...a lot. Seriously! Haha I love this movie, it never gets old. And not to mention, my ideal weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/_HVCB9hW6kg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HVCB9hW6kg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HVCB9hW6kg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7218709255566722419?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7218709255566722419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/pocket-full-of-sunshine-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7218709255566722419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7218709255566722419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/pocket-full-of-sunshine-weekend.html' title='Pocket Full of Sunshine Weekend'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-9100547546893455128</id><published>2012-01-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:40:17.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Mother Kills Intruder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This story is AMAZING! I hope all the criminal intruders out there&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;a lesson from this. There's no doubt about it that I would also do the same thing! Good for you hun for sticking up for yourself and your baby. I myself am proud of you and I'm sure every other mother is too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/s1-Kz3vU5DY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1-Kz3vU5DY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1-Kz3vU5DY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://abcnews.com/"&gt;abcnews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-9100547546893455128?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/9100547546893455128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/mother-kills-intruder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/9100547546893455128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/9100547546893455128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/mother-kills-intruder.html' title='Mother Kills Intruder'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-154928581806560276</id><published>2012-01-04T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:24:03.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Marjorie Curtis</title><content type='html'>You will be missed Marjorie! Thank you for the numerous teachings and blessings you've provided to the family during your lifetime. We love you and can't wait to see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="obitHeader" id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentPlaceHolder1_ObituaryTile_obitHeader" sizcache="2" sizset="5"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" id="obitText" sizcache="2" sizset="6"&gt;&lt;img align="left" hspace="10" lgyorigname="MOU0013304-1.jpg" src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/SaltLakeTribune/Photos/MOU0013304-1_20111231.jpg" vspace="4" /&gt;Marjorie White Curtis&lt;br /&gt;9/8/1930 ~  12/30/2011&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie White Curtis passed away at her home on December 30,  2011. She was born in Salt Lake City on September 8, 1930, daughter of John  Marlow White and Beatrice Mitchell White.&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie was a kind and caring  person who was deeply loved by her family and friends. She was quiet, unassuming  and always had others' interests at heart. Many people will miss the love, hope  and happiness she brought into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie married the love of her  life, Kenneth Rex Curtis in the Salt Lake Temple on June 5, 1952. Rex passed  away June 14, 2002. Together, they raised six children in their home in East  Millcreek, adjacent to her parents and surrounded by extended family. She loved  and worked hard to maintain her home, vegetable garden and orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie  served all of her life in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints,  including service as a missionary with Rex to Swaziland and Botswana, as Stake  and Ward Relief Society President, and as a temple worker. She combined her love  of writing and church service by serving for over 17 years as a member of the  LDS Church Curriculum Committee. She labored countless hours writing and  rewriting many projects including the Scripture Stories book, Family Home  Evening Resource Manual, many Primary manuals and articles for The Friend  magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie was often found sitting on the floor playing games and  reading to her grandchildren and great grandchildren. In these special times she  instilled a love of reading, imagination and fun in her family. She leaves a  great legacy of love and service for her family to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie is  survived by her children Norman (Billie), David (Deanne), Bruce (Susan), Carolyn  Reynolds (Aaron), Ralph (Cheryl), and Richard (Stefanie); 18 grandchildren; 17  great grandchildren; and her sister Eleanor Robinson. She was preceded in death  by her parents, husband, and brother Glenn.&lt;br /&gt;Funeral services will be held at  the Wilford Stake Center, 1765 East 3080 South, Salt Lake City at 11:00 a.m. on  Thursday, January 5, 2012. Friends and family may visit at the Holbrook  Mortuary, 3251 South 2300 East, Wednesday evening from 6:00 to 8:00 p.m. and at  the Stake Center Thursday morning from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m. prior to the funeral.  Burial will be at the Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park. Messages and tributes to the  family can be posted at: &lt;a href="http://www.holbrookmortuary.com/" target="_new"&gt;www.holbrookmortuary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" id="obitPublished"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Published in Salt Lake Tribune from  January 1 to January 4, 2012 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-154928581806560276?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/154928581806560276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/marjorie-curtis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/154928581806560276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/154928581806560276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/marjorie-curtis.html' title='Marjorie Curtis'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2847159365584661023</id><published>2012-01-02T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:37:52.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Boys'/><title type='text'>Dear Boys-Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok ok I lied. I said I wasn't gonna post anymore "dear you's" but as I've been thinking about it, I kind of &lt;strike&gt;need&lt;/strike&gt; want to. I mean, I need to get it off my chest and it's good information for all you readers out there and for the readers that I write about. So my apologies but here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ex brother in law,&lt;br /&gt;I ask that you just get the hint, this "stuff" is gonna keep happening with her. She's a great girl but you deserve better, there's no doubt about it. I&amp;nbsp;will always&amp;nbsp;support you in whatever you do though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;You ex&amp;nbsp;sister in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear alcoholic lazy ass,&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you've been dating one of my best friends, she's changed. And not for the better too. I hate it. I hate you guys dating. And I'm not a big fan of you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Your worst nightmare if you hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear action getter,&lt;br /&gt;Girls that have class and standards&amp;nbsp;don't like the fact that all you want is some action. Sooo not classy! And if that's not blunt&amp;nbsp;enough for you, I don't participate in such acts unless we're in a serious relationship-and then again I still have my&amp;nbsp;class and my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again,&lt;br /&gt;One who has higher standards than the girls you go after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "pretty blue eyes,"&lt;br /&gt;We've established that you weren't here when I did need you the most...to hold my hand. I get it. In some crazy sort of way, I hope that we can sit down and discuss this.&amp;nbsp;The least&amp;nbsp;you could do for you, for her and for me is to be honest. Sooner rather than later please. Honesty never hurt anyone and I hear it's the best policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for not being here,&lt;br /&gt;Another&amp;nbsp;hopeful &lt;strike&gt;blue&lt;/strike&gt; green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear old Tuesday's,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss you in particular. You made me laugh constantly even if it was about me. Your accent, your humor and all the memories that we shared within those four years, are incredibly&amp;nbsp;memorable and I&amp;nbsp;still laugh about to this day. Thank you for letting Rob come and work with me, at least I have some part of the old Tuesday memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Your old Tuesday partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/search/label/dear%20boys"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef9lH5q02cU/TvvK_8Zx0BI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xISXh0GLtS4/s1600/dear-boys.jpg" /&gt; Thanks Elise!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2847159365584661023?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2847159365584661023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2847159365584661023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2847159365584661023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-boys.html' title='Dear Boys-Part 2'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef9lH5q02cU/TvvK_8Zx0BI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xISXh0GLtS4/s72-c/dear-boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1099788056206589370</id><published>2011-12-31T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:49:00.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>If Today Was Your Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/maINUv2H8A0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/maINUv2H8A0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/maINUv2H8A0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1099788056206589370?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1099788056206589370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-today-was-your-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1099788056206589370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1099788056206589370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='If Today Was Your Last Day'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2674025350303067786</id><published>2011-12-30T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T10:29:00.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>I'm Sure You Regret It</title><content type='html'>While you were here, I'm sure in a small-maybe-tiny-sort-of-way you regret not seeing me. Or at least that's what I hope. But one can never tell. Yes, I did hear that you were coming here for Christmas but like I said, no one can ever tell what someone else is going to do or think, for that matter.&amp;nbsp;Oh well&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I've had an excellent holiday season and came through&amp;nbsp;one of the&amp;nbsp;biggest struggles&amp;nbsp;without you. I know I should have&amp;nbsp;let you know but I handled it by myself just fine. And I'm a much stronger person now. So I hope you had a great time visiting Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2674025350303067786?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2674025350303067786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sure-you-regret-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2674025350303067786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2674025350303067786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sure-you-regret-it.html' title='I&apos;m Sure You Regret It'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2553781284122131245</id><published>2011-12-28T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:25:00.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just cried my eyes out when I&amp;nbsp;listened and watched&amp;nbsp;this. Thanks&amp;nbsp;Matt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/xyX-I-um5Kk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyX-I-um5Kk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyX-I-um5Kk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2553781284122131245?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2553781284122131245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2553781284122131245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2553781284122131245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-heartbreak.html' title='Beautiful Heartbreak'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2359102818075753477</id><published>2011-12-27T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:04:00.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><title type='text'>Being in Jail</title><content type='html'>*Disclaimer: This post is not directed towards anyone in particular and I do not know of anyone currently in jail. I just thought this post would be a different thought to express.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big news watcher. I love watching the news. And well, as I was watching one night, a story came on that a guy beat his girlfriend so bad that he ended up in jail and she ended up in critical condition in&amp;nbsp;a local hospital. What in the world was this guy thinking?! It's not right in soooo many ways&amp;nbsp;to beat someone and especially&amp;nbsp;a woman&amp;nbsp;such as this. That wasn't my thought though&amp;nbsp;even though my heart goes&amp;nbsp;out to this woman.&amp;nbsp;My thought was, "I wonder how the other inmates in jail are gonna react towards this man or&amp;nbsp;any person&amp;nbsp;that beats a woman or even child." I've never seen the inside of the jail or known anyone in jail but I can imagine the hatred that the other inmates have towards those that commit such crime. I personally think they deserve such hatred punishment from the other inmates.&amp;nbsp;These criminals&amp;nbsp;deserve to feel&amp;nbsp;like they might&amp;nbsp;get beaten since they have&amp;nbsp;abused someone innocent.&amp;nbsp;Such crime and abuse is so unethical, unjust and inhumane in so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2359102818075753477?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2359102818075753477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-in-jail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2359102818075753477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2359102818075753477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-in-jail.html' title='Being in Jail'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3274639236824858474</id><published>2011-12-24T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:24:00.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>If I wrote a Christmas letter this year, this is what it would've said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this year has been one crazy ride. To start off, I graduated from SLCC at the end of last year and moved on to the U in January. That was a great first semester being a Ute! I took the summer off to take a break from school finally. Since I have been going straight without a break for 4 years I decided I needed one. That brings me to the best Vegas trip I have ever had. It was so&amp;nbsp;much fun spending it with two of my best girls!&amp;nbsp;That summer, one of my closest childhood friends&amp;nbsp;married my other best friend. I'm so happy for the both of them.&amp;nbsp;In August I received a job offer to work at SLRMC and lets not forget the promotion! So I took it. After working for LDS for 4 years, I needed a change. Honestly, I'm still not sure if it was the change I needed but I do enjoy what I do and the people I work with. The same week I started my new job, I started back at the U. Don't do that, it's too much all at once. Since it was the fall semester, let's not forget all the Utah football games. My love and support for the U football&amp;nbsp;is tremendous. Like I've said in a previous post, once a Ute, always a Ute! I do have to admit, this semester has been the most stressful, agonizing and hardest semester of my life. With all the personal life stuff that went on and on top of school, it&amp;nbsp;was just too much for me...obviously. But I keep reminding myself that there will always be next semester. Which will be so much better! For the holidays, I will be spending it with both sides of the family.&amp;nbsp;For Thanksgiving, I saw both sides&amp;nbsp;and ate way too much. Christmas Eve I will be with my mom's side which includes all my aunts, uncles and cousins. And on Christmas Day, I will be with my brother's side with all my nephews and nieces and the little greats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unbelievably grateful for the countless lessons, memories and trials that I have had over the last year. All the heartache, suffering and&amp;nbsp;life changing decisions have only made me stronger. All the hardships and great times have made me who I am today in which I will never regret. I want to thank each and every single one of you for supporting me in every capacity&amp;nbsp;that you have&amp;nbsp;and mainly by&amp;nbsp;continually&amp;nbsp;following my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3274639236824858474?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3274639236824858474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-christmas-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3274639236824858474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3274639236824858474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-christmas-letter.html' title='My Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5494788398524559485</id><published>2011-12-22T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T04:12:00.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><title type='text'>The Weekend b4 Christmas</title><content type='html'>Last weekend all&amp;nbsp;that was&amp;nbsp;accomplished&amp;nbsp;was I&amp;nbsp;finished my Christmas shopping, watched a movie, got on Pinterest, FB and&amp;nbsp;the blog&amp;nbsp;routinely, watched another movie, checked my emails 12 times, watched another movie and thought about how life gives us trials to overcome and to make us stronger. Yep, all this in one weekend! I know you're probably thinking wow, that's a lot of stuff but really, it's not. That's what happens when your done with school for the semester, kind of "sick" and free from any commitments. Sounds kind of nice right? Not really. Not when you have the same routine for 3 days straight haha and not really feeling up to par. But it has been nice to relax after the hardest, most stressful semester of school yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sicker than&amp;nbsp;a dog now, just perfect-right before Christmas haha not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5494788398524559485?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5494788398524559485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-b4-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5494788398524559485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5494788398524559485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-b4-christmas.html' title='The Weekend b4 Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4899765863602049840</id><published>2011-12-19T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:26:00.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Miscarriage</title><content type='html'>Miscarriage. This word frightens me. It makes me sad to think that this happens to people. I know it's apart of life but it still sucks. All the body changes, somewhat fetus changes, hormone &amp;amp; emotional levels, everything sucks with miscarriages. There's no way to put it lightly. You don't ever think that it will happen to you until it does and it flips your whole life around. I've had a few family members suffer from miscarriages too. It not only takes a toll on that person but for the whole family. This is a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; deal. My heart goes out to those that have had miscarriages and or still borns. Those are the worst.&amp;nbsp;Words cannot explain the agony, pain, and suffering that these people go through. You&amp;nbsp;think your life has&amp;nbsp;came to an end, sometimes thinking nothing else is worth living for.&amp;nbsp;All you either&amp;nbsp;wanted was that baby or what was best for that baby in an alternative way. It's one of the hardest things to go through.&amp;nbsp;My props to you and I&amp;nbsp;hope that if this has happened&amp;nbsp;or happens to you, that it will never happen to you again. Statistics say that about 1 in 3 pregnancies end in miscarriages. That's a frightening number if you think about it. You can't really help in&amp;nbsp;decreasing your chances but we can all hope! I guess if you work in surgery such as I, there's a couple things to decrease your chances but you're still at risk just like every other women in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video, not exactly about miscarriages but still sends the same meaning. And it still makes&amp;nbsp;me cry no matter how many times I listen or watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ZYNOXRifXKQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYNOXRifXKQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYNOXRifXKQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you to my family &amp;amp; friends for loving me through it all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4899765863602049840?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4899765863602049840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/miscarriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4899765863602049840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4899765863602049840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/miscarriage.html' title='Miscarriage'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-6970611772789892435</id><published>2011-12-16T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:07:00.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Rocks Instead of Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVRXgJaZc3w/TulmO2jt9jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6ubTFKcFItg/s1600/CIMG3548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVRXgJaZc3w/TulmO2jt9jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6ubTFKcFItg/s320/CIMG3548.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We used to be friends. We were for over 6 years.&amp;nbsp;We've had our up's and down's like anyone else has. But we are currently and forever not friends. There's&amp;nbsp;some things that you just don't do in a friendship. There's ways that you treat&amp;nbsp;a friend and there's ways that you don't. I can't be friends with someone who doesn't give their part of the friendship and the only thing they do is take instead of give. I can't be friends with someone who can't stand on&amp;nbsp;their own two feet and relies on everyone else to do everything for them.&amp;nbsp;But honestly, I will never forget the&amp;nbsp;good memories that we had together and wish her the best as she got married again yesterday. Even though we will never be friends again,&amp;nbsp;I honestly&amp;nbsp;hope that she had a wonderful&amp;nbsp;day. I truly hope that this one works out for her&amp;nbsp;and that she gets what she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a song for her for&amp;nbsp;her wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/7RUjuzZtB-o/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RUjuzZtB-o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RUjuzZtB-o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-6970611772789892435?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6970611772789892435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/rocks-instead-of-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6970611772789892435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6970611772789892435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/rocks-instead-of-rice.html' title='Rocks Instead of Rice'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVRXgJaZc3w/TulmO2jt9jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6ubTFKcFItg/s72-c/CIMG3548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3554275035300027850</id><published>2011-12-14T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:44:00.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Be With A Man...</title><content type='html'>Is it really to much to ask for a guy that will stick around long enough to realize that this might could be something great?! Or for him to text or call you back within the 24 hours that&amp;nbsp;you text or called him. That's really honestly a long time frame, it's not that hard. Or how about a guy that &lt;strong&gt;WANTS&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;to comfort you when you need it the most. Or go with you to your work party or family BBQ. Or even just watch movies at your house.&amp;nbsp;It's the small things. Is it really to much to ask? I don't think so but I guess that's why I'm a girl and I don't think like&amp;nbsp;the incapable&amp;nbsp;men out there. All I ask for you guys that read this, is to&amp;nbsp;snap out of the shell that you're in. Teach those that haven't learned this to do the same. Realize that this girl standing right in front of you cares about you and wants &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to make the effort. She's made &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;effort. It's really not that hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the words of Pinterest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who promises to give you laugh lines when you're old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who tells you he's proud of you on a daily basis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who puts your happiness on the same level of his.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who uses positive superlatives when describing your relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who uses "when" not "if" when talking about his future and how you fit in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3554275035300027850?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3554275035300027850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-with-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3554275035300027850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3554275035300027850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-with-man.html' title='Be With A Man...'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2580641519614640754</id><published>2011-12-13T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T04:23:00.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Holes In Shirts</title><content type='html'>I think I might need to invest in some new shirts to lounge around in haha. I have&amp;nbsp;quite a few old favorite shirts that have became this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYHbUHYVCxU/TuUNWJg1USI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UikCLKyO0Qk/s320/CIMG5108-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2580641519614640754?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2580641519614640754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/holes-in-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2580641519614640754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2580641519614640754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/holes-in-shirts.html' title='Holes In Shirts'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYHbUHYVCxU/TuUNWJg1USI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UikCLKyO0Qk/s72-c/CIMG5108-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5012574257303232842</id><published>2011-12-11T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:08:54.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Touchy Feely</title><content type='html'>Why is it that sometimes when a guy and a girl start dating, their all touchy feely. Maybe it's not both of them and maybe it's just one or the other. Either way, so not cool! Kind of disgusting actually! If you're just barely starting this relationship then maybe you should take it slow, especially if you just met the guy a month ago. You don't know him that well, why would you want him to be touching or groping you?! I don't get it. I'm more of&amp;nbsp;a 'take it slow' kind of gal. And especially if I just barely met you. If we've known each other for quite some time then that's another story but how can you just be so touchy feely with someone you don't even know all that well. So NOT my taste of beginning a relationship.&amp;nbsp;With me,&amp;nbsp;all that touchy feely comes later in my relationships.&amp;nbsp;That should come later when all the endorphins and feelings calm down a&amp;nbsp;little. Let him be in suspense of what he could have or is missing. Let the guy work for it, that's what I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That also brings me to the fact that in a ton of relationships whether there just starting out or been going on for some time, one person isn't in it as much as the other person. An example would be when a girl is much more into the guy that she's dating than he is into her. AND you can totally tell by the way he&amp;nbsp;acts and&amp;nbsp;his body language. And for some reason, the girl just doesn't see it. She's so captivated by the idea&amp;nbsp;that she's in a relationship and that maybe finally a guy likes her. HELLO GIRL-take the hint! Everyone else can see it, you &lt;strike&gt;should&lt;/strike&gt; need to too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5012574257303232842?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5012574257303232842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/touchy-feely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5012574257303232842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5012574257303232842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/touchy-feely.html' title='Touchy Feely'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3913212905299962904</id><published>2011-12-10T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:43:30.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Shopping Instead of Studying</title><content type='html'>Yep! I did my Christmas shopping today instead of studying for my two finals I have next week. Probably not the greatest idea that I've had lately but hey, it was so much fun! And not to mention, I only have one more gift to buy. What do you get a guy that has everything already? I have no clue, that's why he's my last one still. Luckily I still have 15 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the finals that I mentioned.&amp;nbsp;So my two hardest finals are Monday and Wednesday. Not looking forward to them but who does anyways?! Deep down, I'M FREAKING OUT! Don't let me fool you. It doesn't look like it right now but I really am. One of these classes I'll end up definitely getting a B in which I'm fine with. My other two classes I have A's but this Wednesday's class, oh boy. Let's just say I'll be lucky if I get out of there with a passing grade. I'm not lying. I don't know what my deal is, oh wait I do know. I just didn't know the material, that's what it was. So if I don't pass it's my own damn fault but if I do, I will be forever grateful for this subject haha. And let's say if by some miracle I do pass, I will be treating myself to some ice cream that very same day haha! Let's all pray that I do pass because I NEED &amp;amp; WANT to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like tomorrow I will be studying ALL day long. I know you're totally jealous haha just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3913212905299962904?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3913212905299962904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-instead-of-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3913212905299962904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3913212905299962904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-instead-of-studying.html' title='Shopping Instead of Studying'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4674403851336915210</id><published>2011-12-08T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T01:37:00.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Pinterest</title><content type='html'>I have a new addiction. I know I know&amp;nbsp;I have a lot of addictions and maybe I shouldn't have another but this is super rad! And not to mention sooooo addicting. I always hear my friends talk about pinning on there boards and posting these awesome pictures on FB or their blogs but never really had a second thought about it. But low and behold my neighbor talked me into it. So I said, "sign me up" and lets get this started! I have been on it ever since and it's not even been a week. Like I said, it's just so beyond ridiculously addicting and really a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp;All the coolest ideas make me think even more about being crafty. So I&amp;nbsp;welcome Pinterest in to my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4674403851336915210?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4674403851336915210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/pinterest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4674403851336915210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4674403851336915210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/pinterest.html' title='Pinterest'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3037185262918074536</id><published>2011-12-07T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T04:23:00.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Susan Cox Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRXoT-x5bm8/Tt7EMmFyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/BBDu6t6Wh78/s1600/susan+cox+powell.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRXoT-x5bm8/Tt7EMmFyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/BBDu6t6Wh78/s1600/susan+cox+powell.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been&amp;nbsp;two years exactly&amp;nbsp;since Susan Cox&amp;nbsp;Powell has gone missing. I don't know her at all but I can only imagine what the family is going through. All the pain, hurt and all the unanswered&amp;nbsp;questions?! Can you imagine? Two years goes by fast for anyone normal but it doesn't if someone you care about is missing. A lot has happened with Susan's case within these two years. From Elko, Nevada to&amp;nbsp;Topaz Mountain to Washington and also the custody of Susan's two boys given to her parents, the Cox's. Oh and we can't forget the disgusting arrest of Susan's father-in-law. Many parts of this heart breaking story are fishy, not everything fits together as they should. This whole situation breaks my heart and the hearts of numerous people here in Utah and around the world. According to West Valley City police, this case is still an active investigation. Which it should be! My heart goes out to this family. We can only hope for the best outcome. And ultimately in the end, hope that whomever had&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; relation to&amp;nbsp;Susan's disappearance, gets what &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; deserves. And&amp;nbsp;really maybe, rots in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3037185262918074536?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3037185262918074536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/susan-cox-powell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3037185262918074536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3037185262918074536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/susan-cox-powell.html' title='Susan Cox Powell'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRXoT-x5bm8/Tt7EMmFyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/BBDu6t6Wh78/s72-c/susan+cox+powell.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5799472440376359578</id><published>2011-12-05T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:03:00.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Things I Probably Shouldn't Confess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-i-probably-shouldnt-confess.html"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt; wants me to post mine so here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those crazy sleepers!&lt;br /&gt;I talk, laugh, scream, take a shower, turn on lights-all in my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;You gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable companies should really use their brains and realize that 100% of their customers don't use all the channels in their package.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe have a customized package that people can put together for a cost or charge for each individual channel. &lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. &lt;br /&gt;[Totally copyright&amp;nbsp;12.05.2011].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children these days don't realize everything the older generation have went through for the younger generation. &lt;br /&gt;Be appreciative you selfish rug rats.&lt;br /&gt;Say thank you to those who deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't shake my butt.&lt;br /&gt;Plain &amp;amp; Simple. &lt;br /&gt;I do not have an African American booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow. &lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do I live in Utah if I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; the snow? &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I will be moving out of here&amp;nbsp;within the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you add me on FB and we haven't talked in years or actually have never met.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going to add you.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do with you and maybe don't want to anyways.&lt;br /&gt;So that's when I click "ignore."&lt;br /&gt;Take a hint and don't keep trying to re-add me, it's not gonna work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5799472440376359578?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5799472440376359578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-i-probably-shouldnt-confess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5799472440376359578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5799472440376359578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-i-probably-shouldnt-confess.html' title='Things I Probably Shouldn&apos;t Confess'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4597172225979282637</id><published>2011-12-02T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:28:17.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Operation Walk</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;strike&gt;I&lt;/strike&gt; we participated in Operation Walk. Operation Walk is a non-profit volunteer medical service organization that offers no cost joint surgery to those that can't afford it-usually in developing countries. Today we operated right here in&amp;nbsp;Salt Lake&amp;nbsp;City.&amp;nbsp;Lucky for me, the main doctor I work for is the person that runs this whole thing here in Utah. So with the numerous volunteers, it was made successful! We operated on&amp;nbsp;9 patients who were beyond grateful. I'm so glad I was able to have this opportunity to participate in such a program that offers "a new start" to those less fortunate. What a way to give back and let's not mention how this is going to look on the applications and resumes! Thank you to all of you who participated and whom made this so successful! El Salvador in April baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705395264/Salt-Lake-Regional-Medical-Center-provides-life-changing-knee-and-hip-replacement-surgeries-for-9.html?s_cid=fb_share"&gt;http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705395264/Salt-Lake-Regional-Medical-Center-provides-life-changing-knee-and-hip-replacement-surgeries-for-9.html?s_cid=fb_share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4597172225979282637?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4597172225979282637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/operation-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4597172225979282637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4597172225979282637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/operation-walk.html' title='Operation Walk'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-6543652608540683146</id><published>2011-12-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:35:00.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/oEmea02WNeU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEmea02WNeU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEmea02WNeU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-6543652608540683146?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6543652608540683146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6543652608540683146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6543652608540683146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-christmas.html' title='Last Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5911271896378823424</id><published>2011-11-29T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:28:32.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Disney Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>ARE LIES!!! I've had this discussion with Skyler a few weeks ago, it might have been a month or two now but still.&amp;nbsp;If you really do think about it, the Disney fairy tales lie to you. You watch them, they set you up to believing that you'll find that "prince charming" in a heart beat, or you' won't ever fight or get hurt,&amp;nbsp;or you'll have this immaculate&amp;nbsp;wedding and live 'happily ever after!" Bull shit! In real life, k you might find your prince charming but most likely&amp;nbsp;not in a heart beat, you fight, you get hurt (sometimes sooo hurt that&amp;nbsp;you feel like dying)&amp;nbsp;but you do also laugh-laugh a lot, you won't have that same wedding these characters have in their movies and finally you might not live happily ever after...unfortunately. Most do but not everyone,which is sad. You'll have what you want and what you deserve. It's like the saying goes, your life is what you make it! SO TRUE! So make it how you want it. Make it that "dream" that you have always dreamed of. It doesn't have to be like those Disney fairy tales, make your own fairy tale. Remember life is a roller coaster, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.S. My fairy tale hasn't been what I dreamed of as a little girl. It's had it's many&amp;nbsp;bumps, bruises and struggles but also happiness, joy and laughter. One day it will all fall into place and that will be the day of days! Life isn't perfect and that's what makes it fun and not&amp;nbsp;to mention helps us learn.&amp;nbsp;All good things happen to those who wait. And I couldn't be happier.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5911271896378823424?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5911271896378823424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/disney-fairy-tales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5911271896378823424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5911271896378823424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/disney-fairy-tales.html' title='Disney Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-6926032891402686180</id><published>2011-11-28T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:07:00.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Cyber Monday</title><content type='html'>I'm a BIG online shopper, I buy everything I can online. And out of the countless purchases, I've only had one bad purchase that wasn't exactly what I expected. That's pretty good odds! There was no money on this earth that you could have paid me to go out shopping on black Friday. Well cyber Monday is just the ticket. Such great deals at local stores, smaller business and online companies. And not to mention a lot of places offering free shipping! It's estimated that about 100 million Americans will make online purchases today. Can I just tell you that&amp;nbsp;I love online shopping-anytime of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-6926032891402686180?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6926032891402686180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/cyber-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6926032891402686180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6926032891402686180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/cyber-monday.html' title='Cyber Monday'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4208316185430701004</id><published>2011-11-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T08:29:00.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Girls with Boys</title><content type='html'>Why does it seem that when your friend, that's a girl lands a new boyfriend,&amp;nbsp;she suddenly disappear off the earth?! BUT they say that "they" will never be like "that" and that "they" will NEVER ditch their friends for that guy. It's all a LIE! Their lying to you even though they don't know it yet.&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately that's how most girls are. So don't tell me that you'll never ditch me for a guy and that you'll always be here for me even if you have a boyfriend or getting married. Let's not kid ourselves. It won't be like that. You'll say that you won't ever do this to me, but you will. And when you do, I'll get it because that's what majority of girls do-not all-but most. And that's how life is, it gets busy with everyone and everything in it.&amp;nbsp;But when that guy drops you so fast that your head will swim, I'll be there to pick up all your pieces. Because that's what friends do. But if you treat me like we're not even an ounce of friends anymore, we'll be done. Because I've always had your back and been here for you but when you drop me out of your world, I'll drop you out of mine. So go ahead with "that" guy, we'll see who says what when it ends. Unfortunately these girls somehow don't realize the concept of having friends who stick beside you and a guy&amp;nbsp;whom might come and go. But the guy that&amp;nbsp;WILL last, won't make you or your friends feel like this! One day, you'll realize this. And you'll make time for both, if you care enough about both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4208316185430701004?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4208316185430701004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-with-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4208316185430701004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4208316185430701004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-with-boys.html' title='Girls with Boys'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4241839065480970741</id><published>2011-11-24T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:27:36.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>Since it's Thanksgiving Day, I want to&amp;nbsp;take a moment and give&amp;nbsp;a quick thanks to those of you and the things in my life that have made&amp;nbsp;me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My family. My parents, grandma,&amp;nbsp;all my siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;~My dear friends who stick beside me.&lt;br /&gt;~The opportunity to attend school and the ability to work.&lt;br /&gt;~My bed, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;~The world of cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;~The opportunity to clothe myself.&lt;br /&gt;~The power of knowledge, my brain and the ability to make choices.&lt;br /&gt;~The influences from people and from worldly objects that teach me a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;~The future and what it beholds.&lt;br /&gt;~And finally, the chance to live in this day and age and to experience the joys and struggles that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4241839065480970741?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4241839065480970741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4241839065480970741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4241839065480970741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8835899911533856554</id><published>2011-11-23T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:59:00.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Basketball Season</title><content type='html'>Well since the NBA hasn't started there season yet, I guess we'll start our season. Every year I either have an injury prior to our season or acquire one while playing. Hopefully this year, that won't happen. I can't afford to&amp;nbsp;sit out any of the games this year.&amp;nbsp;And hopefully we have the same women that come back to play. Not that I don't like new-be's to play, it's just that us veterans have been playing together for so many years that we know how each of us plays. I'm super excited to start because I feel like the rest of the&amp;nbsp;8 months of the year that we don't play,&amp;nbsp;I have a boring life, gain weight and don't get to chill with these ladies. So bring on the basketball baby! And let's bring home every win this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8835899911533856554?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8835899911533856554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/basketball-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8835899911533856554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8835899911533856554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/basketball-season.html' title='Basketball Season'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1696787467331500381</id><published>2011-11-22T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:55:00.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>From this song, I might like him even more! Thanks for introducing me to this, it couldn't fit better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/NP-wutmgmQ8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NP-wutmgmQ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NP-wutmgmQ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1696787467331500381?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1696787467331500381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1696787467331500381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1696787467331500381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7900821907766331066</id><published>2011-11-20T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:26:52.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Grandma's Shin-Dig</title><content type='html'>It's my grandma's birthday par-tay! Her birthday was last Tuesday the 15th, we went to dinner that night and tonight we celebrated with the rest of the family. I can't believe she's 81 years old! I mentioned to her at dinner the other night, that I couldn't believe that she's lived that long and asked her if she ever thought that she would. Haha I know what a great and loving granddaughter I am. But that's how our relationship is. We've&amp;nbsp;gone through a lot together and really, were simply just alike. Which kind of frightens me in a way but who better to be like. She is one AMAZING woman, who has made her life the best that she could and the best for her family giving the circumstances. If you know her, you know how wonderful she truly is. Happy birthday grandma! Hope you had a good one and another great year to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHweksWXJqA/TsnffdWKslI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TbSZkOBYBT8/s1600/CIMG5075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHweksWXJqA/TsnffdWKslI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TbSZkOBYBT8/s320/CIMG5075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7900821907766331066?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7900821907766331066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/grandmas-shin-dig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7900821907766331066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7900821907766331066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/grandmas-shin-dig.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Shin-Dig'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHweksWXJqA/TsnffdWKslI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TbSZkOBYBT8/s72-c/CIMG5075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-969663696044890086</id><published>2011-11-19T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T08:24:36.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Ashton &amp; Demi</title><content type='html'>Oh Ashton Kutcher....WHAT ARE YOU DOING? You and Demi were such an adorable couple and you threw it away just like that. Reports have said that you've cheated on her, totally not acceptable. You might say that you didn't mean to or that you'll never&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;it again but&amp;nbsp;once a cheater, always a cheater just know that! You've just joined every dick head that&amp;nbsp;cheats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi is now divorcing Ashton after 6 years of marriage, thank goodness for her. She deserves someone whom obviously doesn't cheat on her. I think in some struggles in a marriage you can and should work them out but cheating, that's a whole nother story and level.&amp;nbsp;Like I said and everyone else in the world has said, once a cheater, always a cheater! Demi's statement after the news broke; "As a woman, a mother and a wife there are certain values and vows that I hold sacred, and it is in this spirit that I have chosen to move forward with my life." Good for you Demi, &lt;strike&gt;you&lt;/strike&gt; we don't need these types of &lt;strike&gt;men&lt;/strike&gt; boys in our lives. Their simply too immature for us and think that they can&amp;nbsp;do better when in fact, they just lost the best thing they will&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;ever have. So good luck out there Ashton; always being a cheater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-969663696044890086?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/969663696044890086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/ashton-demi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/969663696044890086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/969663696044890086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/ashton-demi.html' title='Ashton &amp; Demi'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2683792600455738179</id><published>2011-11-18T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:05:00.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Twilight / PRN Notice</title><content type='html'>As the majority of&amp;nbsp;the teen-throb-die-hard Twilight fans see the premiere of whatever number&amp;nbsp;of movie this is today, I will &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;be seeing this movie. I am one of those sane persons that never got into these types of books and movies. Thank goodness! So while everyone might&amp;nbsp;stay up late&amp;nbsp;for this movie either last night or tonight, I will probably be in bed. Now I know it might sound like I'm lame for a Friday night&amp;nbsp;but I do have a party to go to. At least I'm not too lame, right?! And this party will be hopin'.&amp;nbsp;I just love my sleep that I won't be stayin' up late. Apart of me feels like an "old" person anymore because I go to bed before 10 each night. I just can't seem to have the energy, strength and motivation to stay up past then. Especially if I have to get up before the rest of the world the next morning. So all you vampire lovers, have a good late night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I gave my step down to PRN notice this week. Two out of the three people that need to know, know now. It sucks, I admit because a) I need the money, b) I can work more &amp;amp; get&amp;nbsp;even more&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;and c) again, I get more money haha. But I just have to do this.&amp;nbsp;If I want to be done with school before I'm 62 years old, I gotta do it now.&amp;nbsp;It's bitter sweet. I admit, apart of me thinks, "What the hell are you doing Marie?!" but then the other part is saying, "You have to do this, and this will be beneficial later on&amp;nbsp;if it isn't now." It's gonna be economically hard and tight but &lt;strike&gt;maybe&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;hopefully I'll learn something from this life changing decision. I'm not leaving the hospital all together but I am cutting back significantly. I will be there for "my doctors" but that will be all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2683792600455738179?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2683792600455738179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/twilight-prn-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2683792600455738179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2683792600455738179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/twilight-prn-notice.html' title='Twilight / PRN Notice'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8104966640327514568</id><published>2011-11-17T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:11:02.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Debt &amp; School - Work</title><content type='html'>On my flight home a couple of weeks ago, I contemplated on what I needed to do with my life to get done with school. I hate school, I do and I just want to get done so I can move on with my life. And do what I actually want to do. I came to the conclusion that I'm gonna cut back at work and focus more on school. It will be a huge change for me since I have always worked full time with going to school. But if I ever want to get done, this is what I have to do. It will put me in debt a little bit but I have to do what I have to do and this is what I need to do. I guess the majority of people do go in debt in their lives with school, I guess this is my time now. I've had a good run without being in debt but here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You work, you study, you prepare. Months and years leading to one day,  the day when you step up. On that day you have to be ready for everything, but  there's one thing you can never quite prepare for. A day when you step down." This is my time to step down, to cut back immensely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8104966640327514568?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8104966640327514568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/debt-school-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8104966640327514568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8104966640327514568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/debt-school-work.html' title='Debt &amp; School - Work'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7537803505700393388</id><published>2011-11-14T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:29:00.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Pray For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of feel like this for some reason but I'm havin' a great day.&amp;nbsp;Love this song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/AFJu8DCH_b0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFJu8DCH_b0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFJu8DCH_b0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7537803505700393388?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7537803505700393388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/pray-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7537803505700393388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7537803505700393388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/pray-for-you.html' title='Pray For You'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7996971436393267470</id><published>2011-11-13T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:39:43.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Boys'/><title type='text'>Dear You's</title><content type='html'>In some relation to Elise's &lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/search/label/dear%20boys"&gt;dear boy's&lt;/a&gt; posts, here's my one and probably only "dear you's" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear adulterer,&lt;br /&gt;I needed to confide in you the other day but all you think I am is a diva. Whatever, you lost your chance. And all it was, was about business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sound Effect's,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening to me rant the other day. It means a lot and hopefully something will change will this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Marine,&lt;br /&gt;I glad we established our feelings today, but please don't hurt me like &lt;strike&gt;I've&lt;/strike&gt; we've&amp;nbsp;been hurt before because I won't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Microbiology Smarty,&lt;br /&gt;As we creep up on another test that ultimately kicks my ass every time, please recognize that I need some of your brains. Help me out a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tree boy,&lt;br /&gt;I like you, as a friend. And I&amp;nbsp;hope one day maybe all we'll ever be is that. Because everything else is all over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Twin,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the advice you gave me last week. It means the world to me to know that I can go to you and that you truly care. So thank you so much! I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7996971436393267470?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7996971436393267470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-yous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7996971436393267470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7996971436393267470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-yous.html' title='Dear You&apos;s'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8414473510436361871</id><published>2011-11-11T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:47:13.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>11/11/11</title><content type='html'>Yep, an epic day! This will never happen again. Granted days in the past never happen again but how cool is it to say it's 11/11/11. SO COOL! Some people have their suspicions and worries&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;these kind of days and some think it's&amp;nbsp;all pure luck. Here's some fun facts about repetitive days like this:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the perfect same-numbered palindrome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A baby boom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wedding boom in Las Vegas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For 11, corduroy appreciation day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;PS. I wish he was able to catch his flight last night and was here tonight not just for 11/11/11 but because this was a very much needed/wanted trip for both of us. But it will happen soon and I can't wait for the end of the month when he for sure is comin' home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8414473510436361871?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8414473510436361871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8414473510436361871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8414473510436361871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11/11/11'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8097699418134337536</id><published>2011-11-10T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:29:58.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Back On</title><content type='html'>So I haven't really&amp;nbsp;been in touch with the internet world for the past couple of days, my hard drive went out here on this dear old computer. Ya it's only 4 years old, so really not that old. But everything is great now, have the computer back with a new hard drive and getting a new backup hard drive since that was screwed up too. And back to the blogging world! But I have to thank Gary for all the time and effort he put into recovering my files, mucho pictures and all my crazy music. I can't thank him enough for what he has done. So thank you sooooooo much Gary! I really appreciate it. What magic you can preform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days have been quite an adventure I have to say. I don't want to get into too much detail on here but it all started with the&amp;nbsp;computer problems last weekend. That added stress &amp;amp; anxiety to the plate, more than I already had.&amp;nbsp;In school, I've had numerous projects due that are over-filling. Why do these teachers all seem to plan tests and projects all around the same time? Coincidence, I think yes haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick too. I normally have nausea in the morning every morning but it's became worse and it's just all day now. I've had an up set stomach and a few more personal details that I'm sure you don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and let's not forget to mention that I deal with people all day long that hate me. People that have critiqued and judged me from the very beginning. Let's just say changes are coming, I can't give details as of today but soon, very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, back on to the blogging world. So I will be back to &lt;strike&gt;stalking&lt;/strike&gt; following your blogs! Hope you all had a better week. Can't wait to catch up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8097699418134337536?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8097699418134337536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8097699418134337536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8097699418134337536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-on.html' title='Back On'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1204114018915938501</id><published>2011-11-08T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:31:00.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Sky T.</title><content type='html'>I love his phone calls. His texts.The way he doesn't have to hid anything.&lt;br /&gt;His friendship means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this friendship&amp;nbsp;would evolve.&lt;br /&gt;No one would have ever expected it.&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable, kind, down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;He has the greatest impersonation voices.&lt;br /&gt;He let's me vent to him about the most stupidest things.&lt;br /&gt;He for some reason knows what I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;I love how we have the same thoughts about things in life, religion, people.&lt;br /&gt;We get along.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;appreciate that he doesn't text me at midnight to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;It means a lot&amp;nbsp;that he puts his everything into the things he does.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way he called me beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful&amp;nbsp;how over the past&amp;nbsp;few years we haven't talked but all of a sudden it's everyday!&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1204114018915938501?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1204114018915938501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/sky-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1204114018915938501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1204114018915938501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/sky-t.html' title='Sky T.'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-30984412303234873</id><published>2011-11-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:48:00.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Which One Would You Choose?</title><content type='html'>Seriously though, if it was only based on looks and nothing else, who would you choose? I know who I would&amp;nbsp;choose...I'd pick 'em all! Now now, I know that's just fantasy but aren't these men just sooo adorably looking that you could probably kiss them all day long if you had the chance?! I know I would and I don't throw mine around like that!&amp;nbsp;I could sit and stare at them&amp;nbsp;like we all did in Jr. high at our crushes. I love the movies that these men are in for a few reasons and of course one would be because their just so blessed with such good looks. Here's a game, try and guess what movie(s) their from! And come back and back to take another look at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfuUiGI3XnI/TqSRnim7ziI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HlwQdc6C4mo/s1600/good+looking+men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfuUiGI3XnI/TqSRnim7ziI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HlwQdc6C4mo/s320/good+looking+men.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-30984412303234873?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/30984412303234873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/which-one-would-you-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/30984412303234873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/30984412303234873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/which-one-would-you-choose.html' title='Which One Would You Choose?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfuUiGI3XnI/TqSRnim7ziI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HlwQdc6C4mo/s72-c/good+looking+men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1453200813940789100</id><published>2011-11-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:30:00.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/22zB6Soc2Gk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22zB6Soc2Gk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22zB6Soc2Gk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"It's a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes you find yourself becoming stronger as a result, wiser, better equipped to deal with the next big disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1453200813940789100?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1453200813940789100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-bit-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1453200813940789100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1453200813940789100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-bit-stronger.html' title='A Little Bit Stronger'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3762673741196871364</id><published>2011-11-05T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:53:00.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Too Little Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/s8LIRtPnuA8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8LIRtPnuA8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8LIRtPnuA8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3762673741196871364?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3762673741196871364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-little-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3762673741196871364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3762673741196871364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too Little Too Late'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8386350330217062073</id><published>2011-11-04T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:10:00.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>I'll Be Fine</title><content type='html'>It's definitely harder this time than it was the first time. You basically&amp;nbsp;dropped me on my face again.&amp;nbsp;I maybe deserve it in some way but I didn't deserve to be treated like this. I know I put myself out there once again and kept loving&amp;nbsp;you and I shouldn't have. But like&amp;nbsp;we've said, you can't help who you love. When I know you care about me, I don't get why you don't do anything about it. Usually people go after the things they care for and want. Maybe that's not you anymore. I&amp;nbsp;know my emotions and or hormones took over my brain...once again and I&amp;nbsp;know I deserve to not be treated like this.&amp;nbsp;I might in a way deserve you but I also&amp;nbsp;deserve someone&amp;nbsp;else&amp;nbsp;who doesn't&amp;nbsp;treat me like this and cheats on her&amp;nbsp;[or me]. This week I've been a complete mess, with all the crying, blood shot eyes, bags under those eyes, uncontrollable eating on some days then not eating at all on other days. I've been a wreck. My heart is telling me that I might even have a heart issue. My chest literally hurts. I think it might be&amp;nbsp;a heart break. My heart can't handle this, it can usually handle a lot but not this and definitely not twice. But I'll be fine. The first time I took a few weeks to get over this but I can't do that this time. I don't have that time anymore. I&amp;nbsp;have to move on. I have a lot of things going on in my life right now, I need to embrace it all. I'll get over you just like how you dropped me so fast for her. I get it, you'll never truly get what you want because you'll stick with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8386350330217062073?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8386350330217062073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8386350330217062073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8386350330217062073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-be-fine.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Fine'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3853842460303383780</id><published>2011-11-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:34:21.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Priceless Moments</title><content type='html'>As I was sitting in class tonight, I checked my FB and came across this story. Ya ya I know, class and FB don't mix well and typically teachers despise you&amp;nbsp;being on there but hey, my Thursday night class is super not effective in my life. I honestly did&amp;nbsp;shed&amp;nbsp;a few tears&amp;nbsp;while reading this, take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4eb347c4252e95610596922"&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinne&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;r and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you too, and she would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said... "I would like that very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed. "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time, "I LOVE YOU." And to give our loved ones the time they deserve. Because nothing is more important in life than family... and they shouldn't be put off until "some other time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By: &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:12}"&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000321750836" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000321750836"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3b5998;"&gt;Sunny Shukla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3853842460303383780?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3853842460303383780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/priceless-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3853842460303383780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3853842460303383780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/priceless-moments.html' title='Priceless Moments'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3143055284260114372</id><published>2011-11-03T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:04:00.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Kerosene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/rB7ONnfIjaI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rB7ONnfIjaI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rB7ONnfIjaI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3143055284260114372?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3143055284260114372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/kerosene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3143055284260114372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3143055284260114372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/kerosene.html' title='Kerosene'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2911132827612602815</id><published>2011-11-02T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T04:39:00.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Pick Me Not</title><content type='html'>Damnit, I can't stop watching &lt;a href="http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/greys.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; video clips. (Click on "these" to watch them). I watch these more than anything. They hit right to&amp;nbsp;home and every time I think about what I'm going through...once again, I think about these.&amp;nbsp;Grey's Anatomy = my life! Seriously.&amp;nbsp;You'll never pick me but I hope every time you think about me or this show or hurting someone else or even wondering what if,&amp;nbsp;you think about the heartache and the pain that I'm goin'/gone through. I hope my face and my words replay in your mind. And not to mention I hope you remember these of my favorite scenes. I hope&amp;nbsp;it all&amp;nbsp;replay's in your mind EVERY SINGLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/z4nKOzk8qbw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4nKOzk8qbw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4nKOzk8qbw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2911132827612602815?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2911132827612602815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/pick-me-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2911132827612602815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2911132827612602815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/pick-me-not.html' title='Pick Me Not'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5491282652006030513</id><published>2011-11-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:29:00.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>I just wish we could be honest. Honest with everyone about this. I wish you would just tell her the truth, that you&amp;nbsp;love me. But if you don't really love me then tell me. Don't play games with me, I don't deserve that.&amp;nbsp;But then again if you do, then do something about it. Because I'm hurt. I'm hurt down to the core with this. This is extremely hard for me to say but let me go. I can't do this anymore. My heart can't handle it, it's gone through enough already. It's been ripped to shreds, literally. Sometimes you just have to be honest and right now is one of those times. I want to think you miss me but you never say it anymore. You used to say it all the time. And that's ok if you&amp;nbsp;don't. Just know I love you but I can't if you love her. I can't dream of being with you if you're with her. Because I dreamt about you every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bawling my eyes out as I post these words. But I have to, for me and for you. Every day I wish this was different but it's not and it will never be...&lt;strong&gt;because of you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/thc1MtNagC8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thc1MtNagC8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thc1MtNagC8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5491282652006030513?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5491282652006030513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5491282652006030513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5491282652006030513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-346207234894213416</id><published>2011-10-31T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:44:00.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Opportunity</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;want to express my thanks to you&amp;nbsp;on here. I know I already thanked you for the opportunity but I can't express enough how much I thoroughly enjoyed it. And then I can't thank you enough in general.&amp;nbsp;I enjoyed every minute with you. Everything we did, I absolutely loved! I will cherish the unforgettable moments we shared!&amp;nbsp;So thank you again soooo much for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-346207234894213416?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/346207234894213416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/opportunity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/346207234894213416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/346207234894213416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/opportunity.html' title='Opportunity'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-6048666410745861341</id><published>2011-10-31T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:52:38.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Don't Need Much</title><content type='html'>I'm not one of those girls that needs that new pair of shoes at the local expensive&amp;nbsp;boutique. I don't need much money. I don't have to wear all the fancy clothes, or have a nice car or big house. All I need&amp;nbsp;and want is you. It's not too much to ask is it?! It just might be actually. We could be happy and more than happy than we are now without all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-6048666410745861341?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6048666410745861341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-need-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6048666410745861341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6048666410745861341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-need-much.html' title='Don&apos;t Need Much'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5557105539190772471</id><published>2011-10-30T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:32:20.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Love the way you Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Viewer disrection advised* If you don't like violence or profanity, this video is not for you. But otherwise, this video kind of explains how I'm currently&amp;nbsp;feeling. Oh the many ways someone can hurt someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/uelHwf8o7_U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5557105539190772471?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5557105539190772471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-way-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5557105539190772471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5557105539190772471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love the way you Lie'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5149589265317643660</id><published>2011-10-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:23:55.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>There</title><content type='html'>Why can't Utah be like&amp;nbsp;that. No snow but trade it for the humidity. I hate the snow. I can totally stand the humid over freezing cold. The weather, the nice people, the restaurants, the trees. It's all so much better there. It's beyond beautiful and down home. Everything is a dream there, I can't do justice until you see it yourself. I had the best trip, wouldn't have traded it for anything! I think I might even move there. One day, maybe even soon! This turned out to be exactly how we wanted. I think I can maybe say that my heart might be there. I absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note- It might be a little nice if I could get a text or something back, just so I know that you aren't blowing me off or used me or whatever you're doin'. But maybe you are and maybe you should just tell me if that's what you're doin'. I wouldn't think it would be though. For now, I'll go about my day(s) wondering what your plans are and what you're up to without talking to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5149589265317643660?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5149589265317643660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5149589265317643660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5149589265317643660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/there.html' title='There'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4686534297525642738</id><published>2011-10-29T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:31:19.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Comfortable w/ You</title><content type='html'>It didn't hurt as much this time as it did the last time I saw you. I think my heart is getting used to it, the pain, that anguish, the hurt. Unfortunately. Or maybe it's just that I'll be seeing you again here shortly. But I love seeing you, I do. It brings joy, happiness, that continual of cheesy smile on my face. I love being with you. It also brings content, safety, bliss. I feel comfortable. Words cannot express how I feel when I'm with you. I'll be honest, I can see something there. I can also see something in your eyes too. I'm sure you're happy with her but you can be happy with me too. I know I know nothing is going to change. But have you thought what if? What if it did? Would you pick me? Because I would pick you in less than a heartbeat! You might love her but I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;IN &lt;/strong&gt;love with you.&amp;nbsp;And I think it's vice versa too.&amp;nbsp;I am, I'm being honest. I can't tell you though because it just makes it harder with where were at this moment. Just know, things could be different. We could all have what we want, deserve, need. Life happens and sometimes it happens like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4686534297525642738?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4686534297525642738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/comfortable-w-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4686534297525642738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4686534297525642738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/comfortable-w-you.html' title='Comfortable w/ You'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-6193654387247523162</id><published>2011-10-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:32:00.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This kind of fits...in a way. A little bit of you and a little bit of me and some of it will never happen. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/bbt2G71uT1M/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbt2G71uT1M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbt2G71uT1M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-6193654387247523162?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6193654387247523162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/leaving-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6193654387247523162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6193654387247523162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1299373210023441127</id><published>2011-10-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:25:07.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Pillows</title><content type='html'>I contemplated on posting this or not but I came to the conclusion that every time I see decorative pillows on beds, I just want to rip them off. Haha it's like that movie, Along Came Polly where she teaches him to stab all of the decorative pillows on his bed. I mean, what's the point of them?! Ya I get it, for decoration. But you just take them off every night and put them back on [or some of you do] in the morning. Just like the movie said, he spends four minutes in the morning and four minutes at night. That's 56 minutes a week, 2 days a year just dealing with these damn useless pillows. Ya and there great for couches but no one sleeps on those every night.&amp;nbsp; I understand they can be cute but c'mon, there completely stupid for the bed if you think about it. You don't sleep on "cute" pillows when you sleep, they sit on the floor. I don't have decorative pillows on my bed and I never will haha. I don't want to waste 2 days a year in my life dealing with pillows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1299373210023441127?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1299373210023441127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/pillows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1299373210023441127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1299373210023441127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/pillows.html' title='Pillows'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1216355199039975947</id><published>2011-10-26T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:38:00.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Airplanes</title><content type='html'>So I'm about to get on one of these:&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2vXVyc1Cfg/TqSY8KoM_vI/AAAAAAAAANg/e9cRxIaeKdw/s1600/airplanes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2vXVyc1Cfg/TqSY8KoM_vI/AAAAAAAAANg/e9cRxIaeKdw/s320/airplanes.jpg" width="106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not nervous because taking off and landing&amp;nbsp;are my favorite parts of the whole thing! The time in the middle is super boring, I usually sleep or do homework or chit chat with the random people next to me. These three planes are the exact planes that I will be taking on this trip! I know it's a little hard to see but if you look closely, there are differences with each one. Every time I fly I always think of those people that lost their lives on &lt;a href="http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering-911.html"&gt;September 11th&lt;/a&gt; and also&amp;nbsp;I think of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgbsGY9xzj4/TqSY1GU_nnI/AAAAAAAAANY/GgON-Yozaww/s1600/airplane9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="92" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgbsGY9xzj4/TqSY1GU_nnI/AAAAAAAAANY/GgON-Yozaww/s320/airplane9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I shouldn't be thinking about this kind of stuff when I fly but that's just what comes to mind. I can't help it. I do have to say though that this should be a fun and adventurous trip. I'm grateful for this opportunity I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1216355199039975947?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1216355199039975947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/airplanes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1216355199039975947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1216355199039975947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2vXVyc1Cfg/TqSY8KoM_vI/AAAAAAAAANg/e9cRxIaeKdw/s72-c/airplanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4088777843524241018</id><published>2011-10-25T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:30:00.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Should Be</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;really should be packing right now. But I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;I just got home from lab, got me some dinner [fish taco's] and watchin' some TV.&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to do, like I mentioned in a previous post.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I get to take off the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;No school. No work.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be nice!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get off of here and start packing. &lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;Since I do have to wake up at 4am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4088777843524241018?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4088777843524241018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/should-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4088777843524241018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4088777843524241018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/should-be.html' title='Should Be'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4453436609930346037</id><published>2011-10-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:22:00.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>This little guy will always have my heart! I love him to pieces and he is the best example of what every guy should be and he's only 6! Some&amp;nbsp;men should really take a few lessons from Charlie.&amp;nbsp;If I ever needed to talk to someone or get advice, it'd be from him. He gives the &lt;strong&gt;ALL TIME BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;hugs I have ever had. I love that every time I call his house, he always is the one that answers the phone and knows exactly who it is on the other line. I love that he will tell me all about his day and&amp;nbsp;about school. I love him more than I think he will EVER understand. I always ask him who is his favorite cousin is&amp;nbsp;and I bet you can guess who he says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYirtQWGbEE/TqR5F5qOdFI/AAAAAAAAANI/9j42pS2udiY/s1600/charlie+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYirtQWGbEE/TqR5F5qOdFI/AAAAAAAAANI/9j42pS2udiY/s320/charlie+and+me.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charlie- I know you're still young and all but you have the brain of someone much older than you. You are incredible to say the least. Just remember that your family will &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;be here for you no matter what. I will always be here for you through it all too. I hope you know that you can always come to me if you ever&amp;nbsp;need someone to talk to. When you get older and date girls, treat them like their one of a kind. Don't play games with them, they don't like that. Be kind, respectful and worthy.&amp;nbsp;Keep your parents involved, they won't ever give you bad advice because their remarkable people! Take after&amp;nbsp;them, they have shown you the best path you could ever take.&amp;nbsp;You will excel at everything you do because you excel at everything you do now at this young age. You have the eyes that will be a knock out later on in life such as they are now. But don't let that overtake things.&amp;nbsp;Keep up with those phenomenal hugs too! If you stay true to yourself and to what you&amp;nbsp;believe in, nothing else matters. I love you unconditionally Charlie and I hope you know that and never forget it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4453436609930346037?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4453436609930346037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4453436609930346037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4453436609930346037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlie.html' title='Charlie'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYirtQWGbEE/TqR5F5qOdFI/AAAAAAAAANI/9j42pS2udiY/s72-c/charlie+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4472167673306020249</id><published>2011-10-24T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:16:00.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Then &amp; Now</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I put on my makeup or shave my legs,&amp;nbsp;I think; "back when the pioneers or the Native Americans lived on land and had nothing else, they didn't have to do all of this!" What I'm referring to is that we use face wash to clean our faces,&amp;nbsp;we exercise with professional equipment, the use of hair products and the use feminine products. They didn't have any of this!&amp;nbsp;There's many more products that we all use in our lives everyday but have you ever thought, what would your life be like if you didn't have all of this? Yes, I am&amp;nbsp;extremely grateful for the numerous products that I have to help me look somewhat reasonable from day to day. But when you think about it, the pioneers didn't have any of this. You wonder how they even got through each day without&amp;nbsp;the "necessary items."&amp;nbsp;Granted they had other worries to worry about and truly the times were completely different from what they are now. So maybe we should be grateful the things that we do have and for the opportunities that we have to have our&amp;nbsp;personal hygiene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4472167673306020249?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4472167673306020249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/then-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4472167673306020249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4472167673306020249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/then-now.html' title='Then &amp; Now'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4044342460641065559</id><published>2011-10-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:52:53.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Fellow Bloggers</title><content type='html'>I have to admit something.&lt;br /&gt;It probably shouldn't be something that I should or have to hid.&lt;br /&gt;But truly-I'm not really hiding it.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not something I'm ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that I completely bawl my eyes out when I read people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, when I get in the &lt;strike&gt;curious&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;looking,&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;stalking&lt;/strike&gt;, reading mode of blogs, the tears just start. It's not necessarily that I'm emotional when I read these blogs, it's the stories that captures my heart that I just can't help but feel for them, cry for them and or even with them. Sometimes when I read these blogs, I think to myself, "why the heck am I writing about the craziness of my job, complaints I have about life&amp;nbsp;and the desires of the 'man' that I deserve." None of this compares to the struggles that some of these blogger's are facing. I know we all go through the struggles of life, but some are&amp;nbsp;more extreme than others. In some cases, that's why some or most of us&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; blog. This is the way of us getting out our feelings, our thoughts,&amp;nbsp;our emotions.&amp;nbsp;And that is perfectly fine!&amp;nbsp;So just so you know when I do read your blogs, I feel for you, I cry for you, whether it be a good cry or a bad cry. In some cases, I&amp;nbsp;kind of know what you're going through but in some cases I don't and in then I just want to support you.&amp;nbsp;So just know, you're not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markanddes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://markanddes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4044342460641065559?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4044342460641065559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/fellow-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4044342460641065559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4044342460641065559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/fellow-bloggers.html' title='Fellow Bloggers'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7146597806943058344</id><published>2011-10-22T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:33:37.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Deer Hunt 2011</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year and it's that time that us women have our men in our&amp;nbsp;lives leave us to go out in the lands to bring home this. Yep, that's my brother Jimmy&amp;nbsp;and nephews elk or deer or whatever you want to call it. Don't ask me why they put it in this old jeap haha.&amp;nbsp;Congrats to them on this ginormous capture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6-GPHZU5g4/TqNSYrswtXI/AAAAAAAAANA/GHYEPFdxvCo/s1600/deer+hunt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6-GPHZU5g4/TqNSYrswtXI/AAAAAAAAANA/GHYEPFdxvCo/s320/deer+hunt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7146597806943058344?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7146597806943058344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/deer-hunt-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7146597806943058344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7146597806943058344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/deer-hunt-2011.html' title='Deer Hunt 2011'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6-GPHZU5g4/TqNSYrswtXI/AAAAAAAAANA/GHYEPFdxvCo/s72-c/deer+hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2394772321079366340</id><published>2011-10-21T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T05:33:00.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/MKfDwChOoHI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2394772321079366340?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2394772321079366340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2394772321079366340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2394772321079366340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5713509077840888814</id><published>2011-10-20T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T07:18:00.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=332&amp;amp;sid=17667665&amp;amp;title=up-house-replica-boosts-tourism-in-utah-city"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe this is real!! I'm gonna have to drive by it asap! This is such a tear-jerking, moving movie that I've only seen once. I don't know why I've only seen it once&amp;nbsp;but maybe just maybe it's because the first time made me cry over the plot. I hope one day, I can have at least part of this unconditional love, passion and commitment. If you haven't seen it, I suggest watching it. Or if you live here in the 801, take a drive by this incredible house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5713509077840888814?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5713509077840888814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5713509077840888814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5713509077840888814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2987491152670817512</id><published>2011-10-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:25:00.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Leaving in 1 week</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving in 1 week exactly! Holy cow, I have so much to do between now and then. I have a huge microbiology test to take, a microbiology lab,&amp;nbsp;finish a 10 paper, squeeze in work, clean my room, pay some bills, get my eye brows waxed, do my hair, shave my legs and let alone pack! It's all coming too quick, but I want this time off, I need this time off! I cant wait for all the adventures and opportunities of this trip, it's gonna be awesome to say the least. I love flying and I love vacations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2987491152670817512?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2987491152670817512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/leaving-in-1-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2987491152670817512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2987491152670817512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/leaving-in-1-week.html' title='Leaving in 1 week'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2988482296779743167</id><published>2011-10-19T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T05:25:00.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Pick Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; this video, what an aweome pick me up when you need one the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/WzDVsQ1ohf8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzDVsQ1ohf8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzDVsQ1ohf8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2988482296779743167?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2988482296779743167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/pick-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2988482296779743167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2988482296779743167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/pick-me-up.html' title='Pick Me Up'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-1322801608128235158</id><published>2011-10-18T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T07:07:00.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Friend Request</title><content type='html'>If you add me on FB and you make a status update every hour on the hour...I'm gonna delete you. I'm sorry, I can't stand that. You're filling up my wall every time I see it and most of the time, it's useless information to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you send me a friend request on FB and we have never met, I'm not gonna add you. I DON'T KNOW YOU! I don't just add people to make my number of friends bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you send me a friend request on FB once, twice, eight, nine times...get the hint. I'M NOT GONNA ADD YOU. Don't take it personal, I just might not want to add you, get over it. Stop sending me the request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-1322801608128235158?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1322801608128235158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/friend-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1322801608128235158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/1322801608128235158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/friend-request.html' title='Friend Request'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-2097692179297215739</id><published>2011-10-17T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:37:00.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Win My Heart</title><content type='html'>I have to give the credit of this post to &lt;a href="http://www.threeshotsofraspberry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://eliseypants.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-would-win-my-heart.html"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt;, I got the idea from them. But hey, every girl can have their list of what you men can do to win over my heart! Now I have to give the same disclaimer they did: some of these are jokes, some are part jokes and some are the truth. Here's how to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pick me up sometimes, don't expect me to drive to you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;-Hold my hand in public.&lt;br /&gt;-Be sincere.&lt;br /&gt;-Bring me flowers, whether it be at work or at home. It doesn't matter where, just flowers-no chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;-When I mention that I might be having a bad day, call me unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;-Have a decent job, one that makes you further along in life.&lt;br /&gt;-Read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;-Come to my basketball games, cheer me on.&lt;br /&gt;-Be completely honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;-Please don't let me out-eat you, be a man and eat!&lt;br /&gt;-Watch sports with me.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't judge me and run off&amp;nbsp;for part of my&amp;nbsp;uncontrollable past.&lt;br /&gt;-Be committed, if you wanna be!&lt;br /&gt;-Laugh at things I might say funny.&lt;br /&gt;-On that note, make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;-When I feel pretty, tell me I'm pretty. But when I don't feel pretty, don't say I'm pretty because even I know I'm not pretty at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;-When or if you kiss me, mean it.&lt;br /&gt;-If you love me, love me for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-2097692179297215739?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2097692179297215739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/win-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2097692179297215739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/2097692179297215739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/win-my-heart.html' title='Win My Heart'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-5253014813423753088</id><published>2011-10-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:21:00.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Loser?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I just might be a loser. I mean, I stay home on weekends all day long to study this stupid microbiology. WHO DOES THAT? Ya I might not have a life outside of this, but if that's what it takes to pass the class,&amp;nbsp;I'll do it. All I want is to pass, is that too much to ask? I'll even settle for a C, which normally I don't settle. I want to pass, I need to pass! So that's what I did&amp;nbsp;this weekend and from every weekend here on out. Not like I haven't been doing this for the past two months anyways. The only contact to the outside world from these four walls might be FB or email or even texting, I love texting! So send me something, keep me sane from going insane from this micro or really it's the four dull walls closing in on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-5253014813423753088?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5253014813423753088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5253014813423753088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/5253014813423753088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/loser.html' title='Loser?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8889022215159368360</id><published>2011-10-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:41:57.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Ear Piercing</title><content type='html'>I did it! I've been wanting this for months! I usually don't go out and do "crazy" stuff like this but I really wanted it and I really love it. So I got it haha! Think what you want but I'm still the same person...so don't judge me haha! If you liked me before, you can still like me now. Like I said, I haven't changed just because I got two&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;small pieces of metal in body-I got both ears done by the way! The ear piercer Bryan at BD was phenomenal to say the least.&amp;nbsp;I'd definitely go back to him so if you need an awesome ear piercer, he's your guy! My mom went with me and&amp;nbsp;the exact&amp;nbsp;words from her mouth&amp;nbsp;were, "Wow, that's intense!" Haha I'll never forget this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ-c5dl6-28/TpoYSgWWfHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ySv8YxzfCd4/s1600/ear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ-c5dl6-28/TpoYSgWWfHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ySv8YxzfCd4/s320/ear.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8889022215159368360?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8889022215159368360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/ear-piercing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8889022215159368360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8889022215159368360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/ear-piercing.html' title='Ear Piercing'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ-c5dl6-28/TpoYSgWWfHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ySv8YxzfCd4/s72-c/ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7871031432302391091</id><published>2011-10-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:21:10.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Life'/><title type='text'>Letter to 12 Year Old Me</title><content type='html'>You thought you knew everything, how to dress, how to dance, how to talk,&amp;nbsp;how to "play" with friends, even how to do the "sick" back flip on the trampoline! Now that was pretty awesome. You were in 7th grade, who also ran for student government. You were friends with many kids, some you never really hung out with. But you definitely had your particular group that did everything together. From soccer, to basketball,&amp;nbsp;to shared lockers and&amp;nbsp;saving each other's spots in lunch line. Yep, you did it all. But then again, you did things on your own too. Like I've said before, you've had to grow up faster than most people which made you mentally older than most people your age at that age. But that's ok, it just meant that you maybe knew a little more about life than them and like I said, that was&amp;nbsp;totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fm9aUPI6Mfs/Tpj61HBNoRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_WEwwUcReDc/s1600/13+blog.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fm9aUPI6Mfs/Tpj61HBNoRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_WEwwUcReDc/s1600/13+blog.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe I had the guts to put this up here. Age 12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There were many things that were "in" that year, for instance:&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Windows 2000 was released and everyone was so anxious to use it.&lt;br /&gt;You saw "What Lies Beneath" for the very first time even if it was PG13 and you were only 12.&lt;br /&gt;Literal sayings such as OMG, LOL, true dat and that's hot; you definitely said a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you also got a cell phone at the end of that year. You were one of the first kids to get a one which was pretty&amp;nbsp;cool beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;N'SYNC and Britney Spears-you were a hard core fan!&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton was the U.S. president. And remember he did&amp;nbsp;sleep with Monica a few years before that ....which caused an uproar of controversy.&lt;br /&gt;You wore those white shell necklaces and everyone had to have one.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, that was the year of the September 11th attacks on the World Trade Center &amp;amp; The Pentagon. You'll never forget those tragic events, seeing them on TV and being scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you participated in, made part of who you are today. Now don't regret any of&amp;nbsp;it because you are you and that's all that matters.&amp;nbsp;Maybe if&amp;nbsp;only you knew how life was going to turn out, do you think you would have done anything more or less? But not necessarily anything different. Maybe you wouldn't, I mean this is history, literally. Just know what you do truly reflects what you do or who you are later on in life such as now, 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;22 year old Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7871031432302391091?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7871031432302391091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/letter-to-12-year-old-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7871031432302391091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7871031432302391091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/letter-to-12-year-old-me.html' title='Letter to 12 Year Old Me'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fm9aUPI6Mfs/Tpj61HBNoRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_WEwwUcReDc/s72-c/13+blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-8823384895008191460</id><published>2011-10-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:55:00.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>Going the Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/unl0GXfJRLA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/unl0GXfJRLA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/unl0GXfJRLA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-8823384895008191460?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8823384895008191460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8823384895008191460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/8823384895008191460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-distance.html' title='Going the Distance'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4906063486244034155</id><published>2011-10-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T07:11:00.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>What are you doin' for fall break? I hope it's a whole lot more interesting than my plans haha. I will still have one class to go to since I go to 2 colleges-they for some reason don't have fall break on the same days. I don't get it. Is it because they don't want to have all the crazy college students roaming around town or around the country all together like a mob or a herd? It's the same with the high schools, why is that? I'm sure they have their reasoning and hopefully it's a good one but damn, just give me my days off of school together if I'm going to go to&amp;nbsp;2 schools at the same time haha! &lt;br /&gt;Well back to what you're doing for fall break. I will be working like usual. Taking my one class from one college and going into work earlier so&amp;nbsp;I can leave earlier than I normally do. Not too impressive I know. If I were a tiny bit cooler I might have been goin' on vacation somewhere rather than the grey 801. But hey, you can't always have what&amp;nbsp;you want right haha?! Hopefully you're doin'&amp;nbsp;something fun...or at least have fun for me. Remember be safe and stay classy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4906063486244034155?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4906063486244034155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4906063486244034155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4906063486244034155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4823159235782913694</id><published>2011-10-10T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:00:11.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>I'm sure we have all had the many&amp;nbsp;times where we thought of something, wanted something or even did something and right before your eyes, someone you knew did the same thing or got the same thing. I'm not gonna go into much detail on here about this but I do have to say, &lt;strong&gt;GET YOUR OWN DAMN IDEAS!&lt;/strong&gt; Ya maybe you like my ideas or thoughts but get your own, that's why The Lord made you and The Lord made me...separately! This recently came up when I &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY &lt;/strong&gt;decided on what kind of tattoo I wanted and where I wanted it. Now judge me all you want, I don't care. But I'm the type of person that just doesn't get tattoo's to get them. I really think about it for months, if not years. I'm not a compulsive tattoo-ee (that's not even a word but I'm gonna use it&amp;nbsp;haha). You get the idea. But you don't get the fact&amp;nbsp;that what I told you 2 days ago about my final decisions about getting "the" tattoo, you get the same damn one 2 days later. Honestly, I feel that I can't tell you anything anymore because of this. Now I&amp;nbsp;know it's just a tattoo and many people have the same ones; that's probably what some of you are thinking. But this particular tattoo was unique, meaningful...extremely meaningful to me. That's what I do, get meaningful tattoo's instead of pointless ones! This tattoo has no meaning to you whatsoever. This isn't your culture, so stay out of it! Don't try to pretend that you're apart of it&amp;nbsp;because frankly you're not even close! I took months to think of this and you took 2 days to take my idea after the night that I told you I was going to get it. How conniving! How cunning!&amp;nbsp;How bitchey! If you want to lose my trust, this is one way to do it. Especially since you are one of my best friends. Best friends don't do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same exact concept of my getting married and picked out my most favorite perfect wedding dress and I send you a picture of it and you go out and buy the same dress because you liked it too and you're getting married too! It's the same thing. So just know that I hate the thought that you had about this. I hate that you did this. I hate that you treated me like this! And I hate that you got &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4823159235782913694?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4823159235782913694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4823159235782913694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4823159235782913694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-4385633340261607453</id><published>2011-10-10T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T06:19:00.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>The Big "D"</title><content type='html'>Have you heard that country song about "the big D?" I can't think of the title.....oh wait it's "Goin'&amp;nbsp;Through the Big D" by Mark Chesnutt.&amp;nbsp;Well it has recently came to my attention that this truly is happening more and more as the days go on. Now I completely understand that everyone has their reasons-my mom had hers with her first husband (before my time!). And I understand that everyone is different and everyone has their own situations. I get it. I do. But if you look at the numbers, this is becoming more and more common as the days go on. Is it because people are getting married too young? Or the economic debt that were all in? Or even the fact that people think that their in love with someone when truly their not? Or maybe the fear that they might be alone for the rest of their lives? I don't know, I wish I could gather data from the possible reasons. I wish I could know the reasons why! But then again, that's not my place.&lt;br /&gt;Just this past year alone, I have had approximately&amp;nbsp;6 [somewhat] friends file for divorce. &lt;strong&gt;AND THEIR ALL YOUNG! &lt;/strong&gt;If I'm just one person with that many friends going through a divorce, what does that say about society?! I guess what does that say about me or even my friends haha? I don't know but I do know that marriage is hard, it's not a free ride. Life isn't a free ride. You have to work at it, and you have to work at it hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say love who you love and make these decisions based on your needs and not desires. We all have desires but are they really what you need or what you deserve. Everyone deserves a great spouse, they really do. But sometimes, that just takes a little longer to find. Don't&amp;nbsp;give up because there will always be someone who loves you, it just&amp;nbsp;may not be who&amp;nbsp;you were hoping for.&amp;nbsp;Now remember, that your fairytale might have or will turn out differently from what you have dreamed of. And remember that reality is far more interesting than happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's numerous quotes out there whether it be about divorce, marriage, love and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said; "Getting divorced just because you don't love that someone is almost as silly as getting married just because you do."&lt;br /&gt;Doug Larson once said; "More marriage's might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse."&lt;br /&gt;Sam Keen also&amp;nbsp;said; "We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my [somewhat] friends that are going through this, know that I am here for you! I'm here whether you need a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to or yell at, or even someone to get your mind off of things. I know divorce is hard, my grandma (who has been divorced for double my life time) has always said; it's worse than death. And I believe it! No one ever thinks they'll get a divorce but in the times that it does happen...I'm here. I'm here for all of my friends who need that extra lift. Who needs a friend when they might feel that they have no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-4385633340261607453?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4385633340261607453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4385633340261607453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/4385633340261607453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-d.html' title='The Big &quot;D&quot;'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-566344498523784067</id><published>2011-10-09T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:40:26.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>My Heart Can't Tell You No</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/xh7g_gh-fck/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh7g_gh-fck&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh7g_gh-fck&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-566344498523784067?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/566344498523784067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-heart-cant-tell-you-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/566344498523784067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/566344498523784067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-heart-cant-tell-you-no.html' title='My Heart Can&apos;t Tell You No'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-6764588282534719929</id><published>2011-10-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:06:00.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Being a UTE</title><content type='html'>Can I just say being a Ute is amazing! I will always be a Ute. Now there are numerous things I dislike about the University of Utah but I will admit, being a Ute surpasses most of it. The joys of the academics, student leadership activities, the students, and let's not forget the sports, it's worth it. I will never forget all the memories I'm making here. All the laughter, the tears, the heartache and the craziness makes my days seem shorter, makes me happier.&amp;nbsp;Being in the MUSS whether it be for football or basketball, the team spirit is greater than any other team. So thank you to all the MUSS members for the team spirit that we have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-6764588282534719929?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6764588282534719929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-ute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6764588282534719929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6764588282534719929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-ute.html' title='Being a UTE'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-6132492569032383114</id><published>2011-10-07T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T06:53:00.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>We are the rule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1924006934"&gt;For all you ladies out there, please remember this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another video that wouldnt embed...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWX95Pmipow"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWX95Pmipow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-6132492569032383114?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6132492569032383114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-are-rule_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6132492569032383114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/6132492569032383114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-are-rule_07.html' title='We are the rule!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-7848251283730130358</id><published>2011-10-06T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:37:00.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>It seems like I just can't get away from this. 5 is everywhere, in my dreams/nightmares, school&amp;nbsp;and at work especially Tuesdays-use to be Wednesdays. I know I know that doesnt seem like everywhere&amp;nbsp;but really, it is. The memories, the laughter, the good times, the heartaches all come with this "5". I thought I could get away from this or at least distance myself so that I could move on but it seems like it just shows up. And it sucks. 5 sucks! If I could never see 5 again, I wouldn't mind. Please 5, go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-7848251283730130358?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7848251283730130358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7848251283730130358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/7848251283730130358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912979521240661836.post-3634941393029701784</id><published>2011-10-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:46:00.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RKH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to Know'/><title type='text'>Feels Great to be Needed</title><content type='html'>So I have these pretty awesome men in my life, no their not&amp;nbsp;my boyfriends or even of interest for that matter haha. But their pretty amazing! And let's not forget, pretty talented too.&amp;nbsp;The best part...is that they need me, they want me. Now don't think of it dirty because it's not like that. Not like that by a looooong shot haha. But the fact that they want me specifically in &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; work or dealing with &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; "clients" alone, means greatly to me. I would never take this for granted. They know that I know my job, that I'm one of the best (not trying to be conceded or cocky). But the fact that they trust, they ask&amp;nbsp;for me, they know me. It's one thing to do your job, but it's a completely different thing when many of them want you to work with them. You have to know your stuff to make it, let's be honest. You have to know your stuff to be needed and&amp;nbsp;to be wanted. And&amp;nbsp;to know that and feel that, feels absolutely remarkable. Words cannot express how grateful I am for the numerous opportunities I have had in the past 4 years and especially in the last couple of months and for the months to come. I truly am grateful for the MEN that have given me these colossal opportunities. Thank you JH, RH, PM,&amp;nbsp;JG&amp;nbsp;JM,&amp;nbsp;AH,&amp;nbsp;TM and KB!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1912979521240661836-3634941393029701784?l=sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3634941393029701784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/feels-great-to-be-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3634941393029701784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1912979521240661836/posts/default/3634941393029701784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnonsensetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/feels-great-to-be-needed.html' title='Feels Great to be Needed'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679561363676087084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GDfar6MHN0/TcLkkx3q5rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w_e5rDwAHdM/s220/profile3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
