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But I assure you, it's not.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218347490173498701/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>eclaires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970152801443813440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGhodtPdayo/Ts6kWmmumwI/AAAAAAAABkc/jxr_EKjrmx8/s220/P1000086.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EclairesMmmYum" /><feedburner:info uri="eclairesmmmyum" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EAQHg6fyp7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218347490173498701.post-1466315259299766194</id><published>2012-01-24T22:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:14:01.617-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T00:14:01.617-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Tuesday Talk.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;‎"You can't put a limit on anything. The more you dream, the further you get."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Michael Phelps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ks952rLCroM/Tx-j46pERFI/AAAAAAAABp8/AnM1_C9O-_A/s1600/TransSiberianRailroad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ks952rLCroM/Tx-j46pERFI/AAAAAAAABp8/AnM1_C9O-_A/s640/TransSiberianRailroad.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to take a trip on the Trans-Siberian railroad in Russia. Starting in Moscow and ending in Vladivostok (or the other way around.) The culture, the people, the landscape--all of it is so intriguing to me. NPR recently did a project on the trip. Read about it &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/pictureshow/143016679/russia-by-rail" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/news/specials/2012/russia-by-rail/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, I cooked myself some delicious salmon for dinner. Delish, I tell you. I love salmon and this was especially tasty.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, my guilty pleasure is "The Bachelor" on Monday nights. Thanks to D&amp;amp;S, I have partners in crime. This season is interesting. The jury is still out as to whether that means "good interesting" or "bad interesting." Ben needs to cut his hair and there are a couple of girls who just need to be kicked off the show (that means not given a rose). I don't like the drama. I just like the romance.&lt;br /&gt;
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But guess what... they've announced the next Bachelorette, whose show will premiere in the spring sometime. Ugh, they've already hooked me. &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/24/emily-maynard-bachelorette_n_1227374.html" target="_blank"&gt;It's EMILY&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, *that* Emily. Brad Womack's Emily. Tell me how I can not watch this?? I know, I watch next to NO television and I'm on opposite ends of the spectrum with the only two shows I watch: "Downton Abbey" and "The Bachelor" (or "The Bachelorette").&lt;br /&gt;
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I never said I wasn't strange.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently, I've tried to open my house door with my car chicka-chicka--that's the clicker thing... the... what's it called? Oh yeah, keyless entry...thingy. Anyway, I've done it SEVERAL times. I'm a smart one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, I got a Tetanus shot. Just a routine-every-10-years-update immunization. But my left arm hurts. Ouch. And frankly, so does my right. I got the flu shot in that one. Ugh. I forgot how shots can hurt. I know. You're thinking, "Why did she get the flu shot when she was so deathly ill FOR TWO WEEKS STRAIGHT with intense flu-like symptoms (plus the chest pain. don't forget the massive chest pain--we're calling it "the heart-attack-flu")? Isn't it a little late for a flu shot?" Well the answer is, I didn't really have THE flu, so I might as well protect myself from getting sick again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and earlier today, I got some closure regarding &lt;a href="http://www.foggyshore.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-shoebox.html" target="_blank"&gt;the Shoebox guy&lt;/a&gt; (man without a nickname). I was already moving on, but somewhat defined closure is always nice. And interestingly, I felt relief. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is good. Optimistic is the best way to be. And Heaven knows I'm incredibly grateful a for a few choice friends who truly take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and I read &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2011/10/waiting-upon-the-lord-thy-will-be-done?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=waiting+lord" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Sunday night. Take a look. It's a good reminder.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;
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and that a soft landing is never guaranteed."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Years ago, I started keeping a shoebox for each relationship that ended. You know, a place to house all the things (ticket stubs, playbills, love letters, pictures, etc.) from old boyfriends that I just can't throw away, but might just start swimming in my tears if I just *happen* upon them. Out of sight, out of mind. That's the theory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I think I'm starting yet another one. :( I've gotten less sentimental and cheesy, so really it will probably just be a small envelope, but nevertheless, it's going to come into existence.&lt;br /&gt;
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"What happened?" I can hear you saying that in your head right now, and to be honest, I don't really know. Sometimes we aren't afforded the luxury of communication. And sometimes what may seem to be going well and progressively more solidified just suddenly ends with no explanation. And you're left wondering what you said or what you did to so swiftly make one change his tune...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-heaven-help-me-i-like-him.html" target="_blank"&gt;Remember how I didn't want to talk about this one&lt;/a&gt; because I didn't think I could handle one more "another one bit the dust" story? Yeah. Well, here you go. Here's that post. Sad. But I guess it's better to know one's true character and feelings early on. Not that I really know them... but I'm smart, and I know that silence speaks volumes. Sudden silence confuses, but nevertheless sends a message. A loud one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aye aye, Captain. Message received. Shoebox being prepared.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why does life keep trying to teach me lessons that I have no desire to learn? Lessons that aren't often learned for years following.&lt;br /&gt;
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No worries. I'm definitely sad, but life is good. Being sick in bed for two weeks solidified a lot of things in my mind. One of them being that God is watching over me. And the best is yet to come. It always is. Everything always works out. And if he comes around again, I'm still willing to open up the shoebox again. &lt;a href="http://www.foggyshore.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-open.html" target="_blank"&gt;Because I'm open. Remember?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; We'll just see.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Photo credit unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
I can't remember where I found it.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Dowager Countess Violet Crawley of Grantham, Downton Abbey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Please tell me &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/downtonabbey/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;you're watching&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTjOOxZje1E/TxZTLs7YBCI/AAAAAAAABo8/QiO3NoUNnrQ/s1600/Downton+abbey+highclere+castle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTjOOxZje1E/TxZTLs7YBCI/AAAAAAAABo8/QiO3NoUNnrQ/s400/Downton+abbey+highclere+castle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Downton Abbey. On PBS Masterpiece Classics. I don't know why I didn't know about Season 1 last year, but I'm just as happy to watch it all in one fell swoop on Netflix. Season 2 has just started and I'm all caught up. I admit I'm hooked and can hardly wait for next Sunday to roll around to watch Season 2: Episode 3. I'm thoroughly enjoying the drama, the surprises, the love stories, and all the characters so much. Oh Mr. Bates, I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;
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And who couldn't be fascinated with the elegance of the Edwardian era. All their dresses, their interiors, and their "proper" ways. Maybe it's a bit much for our age, but I think we ought to be less casual and take a cue from our early 19th century examples. What do you think? &lt;a href="http://www.highclerecastle.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Highclere Castle&lt;/a&gt; in the UK stands in as Downton Abbey. Apparently you can go on a tour starting again in Spring 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're not yet watching, you can catch up on Season 1 on Netflix, and Season 2: Episodes 1 and 2 can be viewed on PBS.org. I also think all of it can be accessed on iTunes, or of course you could order the DVDs. But Sunday nights, you'll find me glued to PBS.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo found &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/130534089169046897/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been sick. Really really really sick. Scary, sad sick sick sick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I'm doing better and glad to be back.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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and let every new year find you a better man."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Benjamin Franklin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The future is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;
Here's to a wonderful 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
May good things come our way and may we bring good things to others.&lt;br /&gt;
I welcome 2012 with open arms.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Martin H. Fischer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94EtaNTSHnQ/Tv9WTpXMSnI/AAAAAAAABog/aANsnxY6798/s1600/P1010827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94EtaNTSHnQ/Tv9WTpXMSnI/AAAAAAAABog/aANsnxY6798/s640/P1010827.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was absolutely delicious. And quite humorous when Dad unknowingly cut his into the shape of a fish.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Clark&lt;/i&gt;: No, Aunt Bethany, those are the Christmas lights."&lt;br /&gt;
~from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097958/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas Vacation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwTEq-c9ZP8/TuzgG5wMRNI/AAAAAAAABnk/BM4SRHlAESE/s1600/P1010805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwTEq-c9ZP8/TuzgG5wMRNI/AAAAAAAABnk/BM4SRHlAESE/s640/P1010805.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From our neighborhood to yours, Merry Christmas! :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. My camera lens is only so wide, so sorry that you're missing out on the entire picture (more blow-up characters are standing off to the left).&lt;br /&gt;
P.P.S. There is an entire trailer, which sits in the driveway year-round, to house these decorations.&lt;br /&gt;
P.P.P.S. The downhill economy has never caused this home to waver in its festive presentation year after year. I think I would have to save all year long in order to pay my electric bill.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Angelina Jolie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Awhile back, a friend of mine commented on this picture of me on Facebook, saying, "Hello, Molly Ringwald! =)"&amp;nbsp;I remember her making this comparison in high school, but honestly, I've never seen it in myself, except that we both have fair skin.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I've also been compared to Liv Tyler (probably in my younger, skinnier days). Again probably because of the fair skin, dark hair, and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another one I've gotten? The mom from &lt;i&gt;Home Alone&lt;/i&gt;... Really?&lt;br /&gt;
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And Susan from T&lt;i&gt;he Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe in my much younger days of childhood. I suppose I can see the resemblance. Funny...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo found &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Pevensie" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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But most recently, I've been thinking that I look much more like Lady Elaine Fairchilde. You do the comparison yourself...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo found &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2011/09/lady-elaine-fairchilde-scared-me.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Happy Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;
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What if it doesn't work out?&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, but what if it does."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Peter McWilliams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I just got off the phone with the latte boy (TLB)*, and I'll be honest (because when am I not? when do I not spill my guts?)... Anyway, I just got off the phone with him and I'm just sitting here wishing I never had to get off the phone. I wish we could just keep talking. Forever. Ugh. Don't let me say such things. Stop me. Now. Before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It might already be too late. I like this boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Starting about a week or two ago, this phone call thing has sort of become a week-nightly practice. And I'm not complaining. at. all.&amp;nbsp;I'm meeting his family this weekend! I know, right!?! I haven't even thought about when he'll meet mine. He left me flowers a couple weeks ago. I'm a sap and my heart melted a little. He left them just in front of the garage door in front of my spot. I seriously died just a little when the garage door went up and the light revealed my surprise. Nice boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm afraid to talk about him. I'm afraid to talk about him on here. Why? Because I'm just not sure I can handle another "this one didn't work out" story. My heart is a just little tender sometimes; it's been stomped on and ripped up a few times. I'm just not eager to have that happen again. And when you talk about it, it becomes real. So, I suppose I'm a little hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and the fact that it's quite likely that he's found my blog at some point... hyeah, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; makes me a little wary to write about him. I'm honest on here. I share on here. Dare I say, I over-share on here, sometimes. What if my words, my true thoughts and feelings about him, scare him off? I guess I should take heart that he hasn't been scared off yet... and it's been 9.5 weeks since our first date. (Not that I'm counting or anything...) And really, let's be honest. I'm not that much different in person than I am on here... so he already knows I talk a lot, I ask lots of questions, I share, I delve deep... and for today at least, he's still around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Explanation of what I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; will become his blog nickname forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;
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And what's worse, I can't seem to stop saying things - anything and everything I think and feel."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Fraulein Maria, in &lt;i&gt;The Sound of Music &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel much like Maria lately, in the quote above...&lt;br /&gt;
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"The hills are alive with the sound of music." Tonight, a spur of the moment decision was made and Katie and I went to see this at the &lt;a href="http://www.saltlakefilmsociety.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Tower Theater:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Only it was really this...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2kHExgl6Go/TuRGq19tyDI/AAAAAAAABmI/X3h65BZTySA/s1600/Sing+with+Maria.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2kHExgl6Go/TuRGq19tyDI/AAAAAAAABmI/X3h65BZTySA/s640/Sing+with+Maria.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, you read that right... it was a sing-along. SO, SO fun! Goofy, silly, nerdy &lt;i&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/i&gt; fans. As we walked into the theater, we were each handed a cellophane bag with such items as a silk white flower (Edelweiss), an invitation to the ball, a piece of fabric like the drapes out of which Maria made the children's play clothes, a confetti pop thing (for when Maria and the Captain finally kiss!), etc. We were instructed to pull the items out at the appropriate times and use them/wave them for all to see. We also were given certain tell-tale calls for certain characters such as the Baroness (hisssssssssing like a snake), Gretl (awww--because she's so cute), Maria (cheering of course), the Nazis (booooooo), the Captain (cheering and hubba hubba), etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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So silly, but so fun! Fun to sing along (words were projected on the screen like in karaoke). Fun to watch a musical I haven't seen in a long time. Fun to take part in a love story. I'm such a girl, but I love love stories. :) And so fun to pull the plug on my confetti popper when the kissing started! :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm looking forward to February when they'll have the &lt;i&gt;West Side Story&lt;/i&gt; sing-along!&lt;br /&gt;
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~Judith Campbell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In June of this year, so six months ago, I started attending the Singles Ward.&lt;br /&gt;
For some time, I had been toying with the idea, and in the previous one or two months,&lt;br /&gt;
I really felt compelled to go, that it was where I should be,&lt;br /&gt;
that I should be doing &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; about meeting men and opening myself up to opportunities if I wanted to get married (which I do) and if I wanted to have a happy fulfilling life (which I do).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never really used to consider myself a social butterfly or extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;
But in the last two years, after leaving the Young Single Adult (YSA) Ward,&lt;br /&gt;
I just have really begun to feel lonely, like I have no friends and certainly no dating prospects.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a way, it hasn't bothered me too much that I didn't go on a single date in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
(Okay, it clearly bothered me enough that I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that I didn't go on a single date in the year 2010.)&lt;br /&gt;
But seriously looking back,&amp;nbsp;I don't think it really has bothered me that much because in all reality,&lt;br /&gt;
how could I have fit anything more into my full-time work/full-time school schedule...&lt;br /&gt;
especially the last year?&amp;nbsp;It just wasn't in the cards and that was okay.&lt;br /&gt;
I had my sights set on a different goal.&lt;br /&gt;
Finishing school.&lt;br /&gt;
And that was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as graduation approached, I began to think of all the things I wanted to do with my free time,&lt;br /&gt;
how I wanted my life to play out; you know, just envisioning the future.&lt;br /&gt;
And whaddya know,&amp;nbsp;my thoughts and gut feelings kept returning to "attend the Mid-Singles Ward", "attend the Mid-Singles Ward." So I finally listened and on Sunday, June 5th, the first Sunday after returning from my trip East,&amp;nbsp;I got home from my family ward (which occupies the 9am-12pm time slot)&lt;br /&gt;
and suddenly decided to go to the Singles Ward.&amp;nbsp;I quickly looked up the time (crossing my fingers that it was the 1pm-4pm time slot, which it was) and the address and ran and jumped in the car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I felt happy to be there, like this was the step I was supposed to take.&lt;br /&gt;
I talked to my very good friend Sarah (the S of DandS) about my decision later that week.&lt;br /&gt;
She always seems to have excellent insights for me and since I made such a split-second decision,&lt;br /&gt;
I hadn't really told anyone about it.&lt;br /&gt;
So one night mid-run, I stopped in to visit with Sarah,&amp;nbsp;who spent some time in the Singles Ward before she married Dennis, so she understands.&amp;nbsp;She knows the people.&lt;br /&gt;
She knows the drill.&lt;br /&gt;
She knows what it means to be single, in your 30s, and Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;
She knows what the decision meant.&lt;br /&gt;
And she knows me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Honestly, I don't remember all the details of our conversation&lt;br /&gt;
but I do know that I was there long enough to cut my run short and make a straight shot for home when I left because it was getting dark.&amp;nbsp;(Keep in mind this was summer, so that meant close to 10pm, probably.)&lt;br /&gt;
I remember the feeling of significance associated with the thoughts expressed that night and the spirit that was there.&amp;nbsp;I remember that Sarah seemed very excited and almost proud of me for making the decision to go.&lt;br /&gt;
She said something that really stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;
At the time, I don't think I really understood what she meant,&lt;br /&gt;
but it's like my heart knew that I needed to remember what she told me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said that she thought my decision to start attending was "the best and the hardest decision" I could make.&lt;br /&gt;
I asked her what she meant by hard,&amp;nbsp;and the thoughts that followed were all about&lt;br /&gt;
being outside my comfort zone, &amp;nbsp;being open,&amp;nbsp;allowing myself to be vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;
proving to God that I am open and ready and willing to lead whatever life he has in store for me,&lt;br /&gt;
and being open, being open, being open...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's funny because I remember at the time thinking that maybe this wasn't such a hard decision and that it wasn't going to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; outside of my comfort zone.&amp;nbsp;I mean, I was ready for this. Really.&lt;br /&gt;
I was ready to make new friends, have an active social life,&lt;br /&gt;
and not be sad that I didn't have anyone to invite to go to a movie with me. Right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as it turns out, Sarah was right; it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a hard decision.&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, so the decision itself wasn't hard, but the results and consequences of the decision were/are hard.&lt;br /&gt;
Being single and putting yourself out there is hard, no matter how extroverted and social you are&lt;br /&gt;
(which I have learned I am very).&lt;br /&gt;
And the being open part is really the thought that stayed with me though&lt;br /&gt;
and blossomed in my heart and mind,&amp;nbsp;and still continues to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I knew what being open meant. But over the course of the next few months, I became acutely aware that I still had a lot to learn about being open.&amp;nbsp;What does being open mean? What have I learned?&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means letting go of what's comfortable&lt;br /&gt;
and diving into what may be uncomfortable at first, and then continuing to swim.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means being vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means I take my sense of self cues from God.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means not setting limitations for myself or others.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means saying hello to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open, for me, means unknowingly taking up the habit of waving and smiling at everyone new I meet.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means considering something (or someone) I may have never considered before.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means doing things that aren't my first choice just because they help me toward my greater goal or because I just feel like it's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means doing things that I consider to be scary.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means embracing the happy in my life, of which there is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means praying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means giving up my will to God or more clearly, &lt;i&gt;aligning&lt;/i&gt; my will with His.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means searching and seeking for the best path to take.&lt;br /&gt;
Being open means having faith, lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've been thinking a lot about how open I am to life, but especially how open I am to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
Man, learning about yourself is hard.&amp;nbsp;Painful even, at times.&lt;br /&gt;
But being open feels good. It feels hopeful. It feels bright and sunshiny.&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, I'll be honest. Sometimes it feel dark and scary.&lt;br /&gt;
But most of all, it feels like the right way to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So yeah, relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what it is about my self-esteem or my approach with men, but for an otherwise confident person, I'm just not always that way around men that I have potential of being interested in.&lt;br /&gt;
I just don't even want to approach them.&amp;nbsp;Because I guess I feel like who am I to win their affection&lt;br /&gt;
when they could have some gorgeous, thin, leggy girl with big brown eyes, laughing and joking with them.&lt;br /&gt;
I immediately assume that he would not want anything to do with me,&amp;nbsp;dismissing his ability to be attracted to me when he has so many other possibilities in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I to think that I could be "the one," his "Miss Right?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I know,&lt;br /&gt;
with that thinking I'm sabotaging myself from the get-go,&amp;nbsp;assuming that they would have no interest in me.&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a woe-is-me attitude, it just is what it is. Reality.&lt;br /&gt;
It's not even that I think I'm unattractive or unlovable.&lt;br /&gt;
No, it's just that men don't usually choose me. That's the reality.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I know that I can't say they never do.&lt;br /&gt;
I've dated several men, but I'm not one who can say that I've dated a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
I think I've only been on a handful (maybe) of dates that didn't turn into a long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
A long-term relationship that (obviously) subsequently ended.&lt;br /&gt;
And even then, there have only really been six or seven of those.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So what is this post really about?&lt;br /&gt;
I guess it's about learning who I am. Learning about myself and improving that self.&lt;br /&gt;
Learning to be open.&lt;br /&gt;
I get discouraged sometimes and&amp;nbsp;I'm trying to get over that part of myself and not let my heart sink into despair when I feel ignored or less than, and just have a little more confidence, but it's a little hard when my past dating life has set a precedent* of unrequited love.&lt;br /&gt;
It's a little hard when you have to start over again... over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to wait around for something you know might never happen,&lt;br /&gt;
but it's harder to give up when you know it's everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;
To keep putting myself out there is hard. But life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;
When I put myself out there, allowing myself to fall into the required state of vulnerability,&lt;br /&gt;
I seem to get burned one way or another. That's been my experience.&lt;br /&gt;
And yet, I keep going back for more.**&lt;br /&gt;
Why?&lt;br /&gt;
Because I'm open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*And just in case you had a momentary lapse of intelligence, like I did, &lt;a href="http://www.grammar-monster.com/easily_confused/precedence_precedent.htm" target="_blank"&gt;here is the difference between the word precedent and precedence&lt;/a&gt;. I know you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
**So I'm thinking that it might be okay to talk about TLB sometime soon. Who or what is TLB you may ask? He is "man without a nickname," ... and he's still around.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
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~&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/isa/9.6?lang=eng#5" target="_blank"&gt;Isaiah 9:6, Old Testament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, DandS came over along with our church buddy Jeremy for dinner and to watch the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/broadcasts/archive/christmas-devotional/2011/12?lang=eng" target="_blank"&gt;First Presidency Christmas Devotional&lt;/a&gt;. I just love my friends.  There are just some friends with whom I click and that clicking just continues to happen every time I'm with them. DandS are those kind of friends for me. Love love love them. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I made &lt;a href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-cooking.html" target="_blank"&gt;this yummy soup recipe&lt;/a&gt; for dinner, along with a green salad with pears, dried cranberries, and pecans. DandS brought a truly delicious baguette. And for dessert, we had vanilla Häagen-Dazs ice cream with berries. Sarah said it all seemed so springy with the salad and the berries. I guess I like my food like spring and less like heavy winter. Although, I do like me some winter-y soups and squashes and warm cozy goodness. And I wouldn't mind being snowed in. I mean, good and snowed in. Like &lt;a href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;in this sweet abode&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, the First Presidency Devotional was very Christmas-y. They showed the video above. Apparently, the LDS Church has been hard at work producing several short bible story films which they are going to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MormonMessages#p/c/4A73DDEE675FBC39" target="_blank"&gt;post online for free&lt;/a&gt;. LDS films nowadays are not quite like the silly, cheesy (but fun) stuff we all remember from our youth like &lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfahoLfrddU" target="_blank"&gt;Johnny Lingo&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNaHUxi6H-U" target="_blank"&gt;Who Broke My Window&lt;/a&gt; commercial. In fact, there are some very talented, legitimate artists who work in the film department, producing things like the film&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/MormonMessages#p/search/1/1xVw6PsSinI" target="_blank"&gt;Joseph Smith: The Prophet of the Restoration&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;a href="http://jesuschrist.lds.org/SonOfGod/eng/finding-faith-in-christ/video/finding-faith-in-christ" target="_blank"&gt;Finding Faith in Christ&lt;/a&gt;. So it looks like the new videos will be posted over the next year at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MormonMessages#p/c/4A73DDEE675FBC39" target="_blank"&gt;this link on youtube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I believe all the videos are all going to be New Testament stories. Why? Because the New Testament is all about Christ and the LDS Church is the church of the New Testament restored to the earth after the Dark Ages and Great Apostasy. We are Christians, as were those who followed Christ and joined his Church when he was on the earth. I'm really looking forward to seeing all the videos. Hope you enjoy the one above as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;and with him the good outweighs the evil. Love overpowers jealousy,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;and light drives darkness out of his life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pride destroys our gratitude and sets up selfishness in its place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How much happier we are in the presence of a grateful and loving soul,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;and how careful we should be to cultivate, through the medium of a prayerful life,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a thankful attitude toward God and man!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Joseph F. Smith, Gospel Doctrine, 5th ed. [1939], 263&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the opportunity to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;
holidays.&lt;br /&gt;
hugs, snuggling, and cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTsfgPY3M0/Ts6nTlhslpI/AAAAAAAABlY/m4bimx_bVF0/s1600/Burke+and+Emery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTsfgPY3M0/Ts6nTlhslpI/AAAAAAAABlY/m4bimx_bVF0/s640/Burke+and+Emery.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the smell and sweet taste of coconut. Delightful.&lt;br /&gt;
the knowledge that every detail of my life matters to God.&lt;br /&gt;
my mom and the fact that she loves me and knows how to express it in a way that I recognize.&lt;br /&gt;
fresh fruit and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;
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the warm spot on the carpet as the sun shines through an open window.&lt;br /&gt;
words of affirmation spoken to me in truth.&lt;br /&gt;
good hair and makeup days.&lt;br /&gt;
leaves rustling in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
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long talks with my brother. I love him more than I can express.&lt;br /&gt;
my Dad and when he calls me "love."&lt;br /&gt;
my stepmom who loves me and forgave my spilled milk so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
my job and the satisfaction it brings. (Oh, and the paycheck.)&lt;br /&gt;
prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
the sound of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;
the Fall colors in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;
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my sweet and loving little sister who addresses me as "sister woman." Love that.&lt;br /&gt;
laughing with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;
kissing. (Who's not thankful for that?!)&lt;br /&gt;
backrubs during warmups at SLCA rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;
painted toenails. I believe in them. All. The. Time.&lt;br /&gt;
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good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
modern means of communication.&lt;br /&gt;
warm showers.&lt;br /&gt;
quiet door-closing.&lt;br /&gt;
the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
times when a perfectly-suited-to-my-thoughts song comes on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;
the way running can transform my mood and my life.&lt;br /&gt;
trees.&lt;br /&gt;
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the Wasatch Mountains in all their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
clouds. Oh, clouds. I don't think I could live without you.&lt;br /&gt;
music.&lt;br /&gt;
my car.&lt;br /&gt;
Pinterest.&lt;br /&gt;
Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;
sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;
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my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
my family.&lt;br /&gt;
the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;
my Father in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;
my life.&lt;br /&gt;
you.&lt;br /&gt;
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happy thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;
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he will continue the learning process as long as he lives."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Clay P. Bedford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bingham Canyon Copper Mine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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So, maybe I'm a little nerdy (I like to think of it as avidly curious, always wanting to learn more), but for some time I've really wanted to go see the &lt;a href="http://www.kennecott.com/visitors-center/" target="_blank"&gt;Bingham Canyon Copper Mine&lt;/a&gt;, which is owned and operated by &lt;a href="http://www.kennecott.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kennecott Copper&lt;/a&gt; (part of the greater RioTinto family). The mine is open to visitors from April through October. And this year, I finally did it, went on the very last weekend it was open, getting in just under the wire before they closed it to the public.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see my car in the reflection with KDJ taking a picture out the window?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After I (easily) convinced KDJ to come along for my nerd field trip (she's kind of a nerd, too), we met up at Zupas for lunch. You know, we needed sustenance for our journey out west to the mine. And Zupas is just the place to find delicious sustenance. Side note... I just love their soups and salads and somehow the thought of getting a chocolate covered strawberry with every meal makes it all the more desirable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, back to our field trip. So fun.&amp;nbsp;I have to admit, it was really beautiful out there. Being so far out west, we were able to get a view of the Wasatch Mountains that I normally don't see, from the vantage point of the Oquirrh Mountains. Utah really is a visually stunning place. I kind of felt like I was in another world.&lt;br /&gt;
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And for some reason, I really felt like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0195685/" target="_blank"&gt;Erin Brockovich&lt;/a&gt; or something, not that Kennecott is knowingly polluting the area's water supply, but just the way we were driving out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere, and going to check out this mine. (And then yeah, there were some holding tanks of nasty murky looking water, which really made me want to pull out some test tubes, shimmy over on my belly and get some water samples... if you haven't seen Erin Brockovich, then this doesn't make any sense.)&lt;br /&gt;
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KDJ was the primary photographer, you should be happy to learn, since I was the driver. I was pretty good this time and only took a couple shots while driving. :) But take a look at those clouds. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kennecott was like it's own little city complete with tonka trucks driving all around and miles and miles of road. In fact, the brochure said if you stretched out all the roads within the open pit mine, you'd have enough roadway to get you from Salt Lake City to Denver (approximately&amp;nbsp;500 miles).&lt;br /&gt;
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So apparently there is copper in nearly everything. Who knew? I mean obviously we think of pennies and copper electrical wiring. But did you know these facts:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first known use of copper dates back 10,000 years.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To make all the pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters in 1999, the U.S. Mint used about 36,000 tons of copper. That's about as much refined copper as Kennecott produces every 41 days.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Each American uses more than 40,000 pounds of new minerals every year.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It takes about 15 different minerals to make a car ... 35 different minerals to make a television ... 30 minerals to make a computer ... and as many as 42 different minerals to make a telephone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I always find myself very curious about major operations like this that exist and daily produce things that I never think about. Does that make sense? I mean, I guess I'm just fascinated by these productive processes that I have nothing to do with and never will, but I rely on them on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da5m1Xb96SI/Ts6DBgH2XEI/AAAAAAAABg4/cWmACTpkw3I/s1600/P1010713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da5m1Xb96SI/Ts6DBgH2XEI/AAAAAAAABg4/cWmACTpkw3I/s640/P1010713.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the standing water pit at the bottom... that's the one that made me want to be Erin Brockovich for a minute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Have you ever wanted to have a job for a day? There are numerous things I can think of with which I'm intrigued enough to want to have the job for a day. Driving one of these trucks or operating the chomper shovel (that's my nickname for it) would be cool... for a day. I mean, just take a look at these facts about all their equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The giant electric shovels in the mine can scoop up as much as 98 tons in a single bite -- about the weight of 50 cars.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The newest electric shovels each cost more than $20 million and weigh 3.2 million pounds.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The trucks that haul the ore are larger than many houses and weigh more than a jumbo jet. They stand over 23 feet tall and can carry from 255 to 360 tons of rock.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The truck driver rides about 18 feet above the ground -- nearly two stories high.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Each tire on these big trucks costs from $18,000 to $26,000 and lasts just 9 months.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The crusher in the pit takes in about 140,000 tons of ore every day and grinds it into chunks smaller than the size of a basketball.&lt;/li&gt;
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The whole process seemed pretty labor intensive to me but very efficiently executed...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhB8G0XeHWk/Ts6Drgr558I/AAAAAAAABhA/2HURtztOdeA/s1600/P1010716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhB8G0XeHWk/Ts6Drgr558I/AAAAAAAABhA/2HURtztOdeA/s640/P1010716.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaASXnQEcP0/Ts6Duk69bbI/AAAAAAAABhI/meB8IWj83TQ/s1600/P1010717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaASXnQEcP0/Ts6Duk69bbI/AAAAAAAABhI/meB8IWj83TQ/s640/P1010717.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Very interesting, indeed. I suppose, in a way, visiting the mine made me really happy to have my desk job. Being outside all the time for work wouldn't be bad, but driving around in a truck round and round for days and weeks and years on end would get old for me. But I'm happy that there are people who work there and love their jobs enough to be committed to them because apparently I, along with every other American, cannot live a day without copper and all the other minerals they mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love my nerdy partner in crime.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you were really wondering how big the tires are...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCjO_j5yycg/Ts6HLN8sKCI/AAAAAAAABho/xMPY0eVsqME/s1600/P1010727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCjO_j5yycg/Ts6HLN8sKCI/AAAAAAAABho/xMPY0eVsqME/s1600/P1010727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feEE0E_JbF4/Ts6Hs-fBUuI/AAAAAAAABhw/3i3pit4o7Fo/s1600/P1010729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feEE0E_JbF4/Ts6Hs-fBUuI/AAAAAAAABhw/3i3pit4o7Fo/s640/P1010729.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And to extend our nerd field trip, we drove by and toured the &lt;a href="http://bangerterhomes.com/up/" target="_blank"&gt;UP Home&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Herriman, Utah. Now let me just say that I've driven out to Herriman before, but not for a long time. It is out there. Just out there. It's amazing that I live in the city, but so close to "out there" where there are random horses, trailers, fields, and water tanks next to people's homes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjiYIHwaRok/Ts6LyVKD0EI/AAAAAAAABh4/RJMkf1Yvoss/s1600/P1010749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjiYIHwaRok/Ts6LyVKD0EI/AAAAAAAABh4/RJMkf1Yvoss/s640/P1010749.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, the UP Home is in a much more populated, residential area and doesn't feel "in the sticks" at all. It&amp;nbsp;is a authentic replica of the home from the &lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/up/" target="_blank"&gt;Disney•Pixar movie "UP."&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm not the biggest fan of animated movies, never have been I guess, but I still like them every once in awhile. And UP was one of those that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SARGfESSt50/Ts6NXbdk17I/AAAAAAAABiA/WE0OwA2jkc4/s1600/P1010733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SARGfESSt50/Ts6NXbdk17I/AAAAAAAABiA/WE0OwA2jkc4/s640/P1010733.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmjsTsJ2e8I/Ts6Naws8zQI/AAAAAAAABiQ/MgnqJoz_z68/s1600/P1010735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmjsTsJ2e8I/Ts6Naws8zQI/AAAAAAAABiQ/MgnqJoz_z68/s640/P1010735.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the turquoise appliances, giving the kitchen its retro look.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VF9FRZ6I-h4/Ts6NcpgOryI/AAAAAAAABiY/zW5rYZ76LJU/s1600/P1010736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VF9FRZ6I-h4/Ts6NcpgOryI/AAAAAAAABiY/zW5rYZ76LJU/s640/P1010736.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the subway tiling and the black polka dot backdrop.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I love how true to the movie and the era they were when decorating the inside of the home. I've always loved walking through homes for sale or model homes since I was young. My mom and I used to taking Sunday afternoon walks around our neighborhood looking at homes. Examining the wood floors, the colors of the decor, the arrangement of the furniture. There is always something to observe and learn and then maybe implement in your own home one day. This home was no different for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-796ptZ34-hw/Ts6OQimk-WI/AAAAAAAABig/Z0ygo-hfUoU/s1600/P1010737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-796ptZ34-hw/Ts6OQimk-WI/AAAAAAAABig/Z0ygo-hfUoU/s640/P1010737.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I liked the curve of this sofa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see the double shower heads? :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This hidden reading room or play room behind the built-in swinging bookshelves was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Very fun. I don't think I would want to live in such a brightly colored home, but it might be fun and the inside decor could be entirely yours. I wonder if it will ever have a buyer or if it will always be a PR draw as a model home for the company. Disney•Pixar gave express permission to Bangerter Homes to construct this replica. Pretty smart of Bangerter Homes, I'd say, seeing as their new tag line is, "&lt;i&gt;If you can Dream it 'UP' we can build it.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
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Overall, a very fun day and a successful nerd field trip with KDJ. We all need friends with whom we can just be ourselves, our nerdy, goofy, silly, wonderful selves.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Mark Twain in a letter, 8/28/1908&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Several months ago, on my flight home from New York City after a wonderful trip &lt;a href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/2011/10/journey-east-second-stop-new-york-city.html" target="_blank"&gt;to visit my sister&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/2011/06/journey-east-first-stop-washington-dc.html" target="_blank"&gt;to visit KDJ in DC&lt;/a&gt;, I witnessed a spectacular show courtesy of dear Mother Nature. I could not resist taking a video, even though I'm certain it does not do the light show justice. But here it is anyway, for your viewing pleasure. Imagine 30 minutes of this. This was a HUGE storm, and I was rather mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;
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~George Wherry, Alpine Notes and the Climbing Foot, 1896&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have to look very far to remember why I live where I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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to lift us up through clouds of despair and darkness into a bright and clear horizon."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~&lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2009/06/prayer-and-the-blue-horizon?lang=eng" target="_blank"&gt;Dieter F. Uchtdorf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes it takes a little while, but prayer changes things. It brightens. It clarifies. It soothes. It heals. It gives hope. It changes things.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Bob Marley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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~Tertullian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is 11/11/11.&lt;br /&gt;
I took a picture of the clock on my phone at work at 11:11 on 11/11/11.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and I made a major wish.&lt;br /&gt;
I've been wishing all day, let's be honest.&lt;br /&gt;
{sigh}&lt;br /&gt;
Just me, alone with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
So, it's winter.&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm all about wearing my scarves, but I have had a hard time with transitioning to socks with shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;
I just love wearing my flats with no socks.&lt;br /&gt;
Went to the temple tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
Lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;
Lots of couples.&lt;br /&gt;
LOTS of couples.&lt;br /&gt;
Got asked if my husband was coming.&lt;br /&gt;
Hmmm... I have the same question.&lt;br /&gt;
Poor lady was confused when I shook my head and muttered,&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm still wondering that myself."&lt;br /&gt;
{sigh}&lt;br /&gt;
I miss Fall weather today.&lt;br /&gt;
But I sure do like to see all the leaves on the ground and crunch my way through.&lt;br /&gt;
It's almost 11:11 again on 11/11/11.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going to be making another minute's worth of wishes.&lt;br /&gt;
Today's Veteran's Day.&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking about those who step into harm's way so I can live the privileged life I do is almost more than I can take sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;
May all your wishes come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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~W. Clement Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This week, I learned that I have baggage. By merely having life experience, I've accumulated baggage. I make decisions and act according to the experience (or baggage) I have. Experience is a good thing, I think, in most situations, but I suppose experience can also jade me. It tends to color my reactions, my thoughts, my impressions, my expectations, and my sense of reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Experience isn't a bad thing unless I allow it (the baggage) to color my mind so much that I begin truly entertaining the what-ifs. When I was about twenty-one, a good friend of my told me that I'm a what-iffy person. You know the kind who just thinks of all the what-ifs, if not out of fear and anxiety, then out of curiosity. Hmmm. Certainly, this practice can be amusing, but I'm not so sure it's a good thing when I begin stringing a little obsessive anxiety along with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I learned a little bit about avoiding the what-ifs when &lt;a href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/search/label/Amber"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt; was in the hospital. Remember, when she was dying and in a medically induced coma for what seemed like forever? Yeah. Well, I had deep impressions from the Spirit about what faith is. About how entertaining the what-ifs can easily turn into full-blown fearful living and anxiety ridden thoughts... which lack the true essence and power of faith. And that my friends, is no way to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Often, in Mormondom, we hear people speak of "taking steps into the dark before one sees the light" or "taking a leap of faith into the unknown before the path becomes clear." I know these things. I've experienced them. There are times in my life when I have prayed harder and more sincerely and openly than I ever thought possible. Lately, those times have been more common. The act of prayer like that opens me up to learning and understanding and a sense of peace unmatched. But why do I find it so hard to get there sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The past few days, I've felt a little melancholy. I don't know why. Oh, who am I kidding. I know exactly why. But really what I don't know is why I allow certain things or people to affect me in such a way as to cause me to feel melancholy. My attitude is a choice, right? So why can't I choose to not let sad things make me sad? Why can't I choose to fall into the realm of vulnerability which is bound to bring melancholic events now and then? Are they really melancholic events or is it my interpretation of said events that I need to work on. Always working...&lt;br /&gt;
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"Feelings are like waves. We can't stop them from coming, but we can choose which ones to surf." Just read that on Pinterest. Timely.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to go running. So freaking cold it is, though. {sigh} Need to run. Need to feed my body endorphins.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What exactly am I so afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/josh/1?lang=eng" target="_blank"&gt;Joshua 1:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow is 11/11/11. Finally a whole day to make all the wishes I could possibly dream of. You better believe I already have a list. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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ultimately determines the quality of our lives."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Tony Robbins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall Leaves. October 2011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Oh, how I'm looking forward to falling back tonight! I have been increasingly more excited for the end of Daylight Savings Time in the past two weeks because it has been so incredibly dark in the mornings. I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning it snowed. Gosh, it's freezing. I'm just not quite ready for it yet this year. I don't know why. I shouldn't be surprised it snowed since it's November, but I am still in the wearing shoes with no socks mode. I still haven't posted any fall color pictures and now I've already taken some snow pictures. I guess I'll just have to fit them in.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in case anyone is waiting for an update from &lt;a href="http://foggyshore.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-soon.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, I've gone out with the man without an appropriately anonymous/ambiguous blog nickname several times now. Four times, to be exact, over the past five weeks. It's good. I'm cautious. But, I'm honest too... and I like him. I'm enjoying spending time with him and getting to know him and that's about all I'm going to say right now. For heaven's sake, I'm pretty sure he's found my blog at some point, though he's never said anything about it. He's a smart cookie though. So for now, I'm just zipping my lips a little. Surprised? Go ahead, start making bets about how long I can hold it in...&lt;br /&gt;
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With the help of a few people in my life (including above-mentioned-man), I've come to the conclusion (again) that I'm a decidedly extroverted person, an outward thinker, a talker. When I'm asked a question or attempting to make a decision, my thought process is out loud. Sometimes I feel like that's wonderful, open, and refreshing, and an opportunity to be heard and understood.  Other times I feel like it's dangerous, intense, and overwhelming, and an opportunity to be way too vulnerable. Man without a nickname claims he likes my extroverted nature, so that's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;
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But about a week or two ago, I ran across a pin on Pinterest, which simply said:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Have you PRAYED about it as much as you've TALKED about it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow. That was a dose of humble pie, if I've ever had one. Kick in the pants, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been talking a lot about man without a nickname. (BTW, this will NOT be his nickname. It's still too soon to have one, I think. Plus all the ones people have come up with are too revealing of his true identity.) I've been talking a lot because I'm thinking a lot. Too much, I'm told. I think, therefore I speak. When I am dating someone or figuring out a relationship, I tend to think about all the what-ifs and entertain countless scenarios, countless possible reasons for certain words or actions, countless possibilities, when really I should just be. Just live. Just enjoy. Just love. Just be me. After all, man without a nickname decided to ask me out when I was just me, when I didn't even know he was looking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just be me and give up all those unproductive tendencies to over-analyze, question, and self-sabotage to God. He guides my path. And if I'm really honest with myself (with a healthy dose of hindsight), my path is really wonderful. It's just what I need for me to grow and learn and enjoy and simply have fun. It's mine and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and since it actually did snow today, here's a shot for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Novwinter!&lt;br /&gt;
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~Martin Buber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tortolì , Italy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tortolì , Italy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tortolì , Italy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arezzo, Italy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYpKBI8I_ro/Tn1aUPc0yyI/AAAAAAAABEY/Om9oSS634dU/s1600/P1010489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYpKBI8I_ro/Tn1aUPc0yyI/AAAAAAAABEY/Om9oSS634dU/s640/P1010489.JPG" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arezzo, Italy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;~Bill Bryson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Another great day of competition yesterday. Total of five first prizes, plus an invitation to compete today in the Grand Prix tonight with Japan and Estonia! Great walk around Arezzo! Beautiful town with some excellent gelato! My favorite flavors since I've been here are carrot, blood orange, pine nut, and coconut. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was beautiful. My heart is full. I am so incredibly blessed to be a part of Salt Lake Vocal Artists and to experience the power of music. We are coming home with five 1st prizes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our wonderful Japanese friends are taking home the Grand Prize. They are absolutely lovely people who deserve such an honor.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery with Ko Matsushita&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lisa with Ko Matsushita&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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What an incredible opportunity to sing with them under the direction of both Brady Allred and Ko Matsushita! Thank you! "I know that I am honored to be witness of so much majesty." This experience, this trip as a whole has been one that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;where one can clearly see the passage of time."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~Jerzy Kosinski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, the beautiful city of Arezzo!&lt;br /&gt;
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Our hotel room felt much smaller in Arezzo, but it was still clean and nice. Our hotel, Hotel Domenico, was tucked up on a Tuscan hillside in a suburb southwest of the city of Arezzo called Monte San Savino.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our first rehearsal space happened to be a morgue. No kidding. In fact a few from our group, ran into a body awaiting embalming when they were looking for the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;An old-fashioned hearse.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At the 59° Concorso Polifonico Internazionale Guido d'Arezzo, we are competing against several other (like 10 or so) choirs from Japan, Estonia, Germany, Colombia, Indonesia, Poland, Ukraine, Italy, and a couple other countries.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm having such a great time with the Salt Lake Vocal Artists! We have spent time walking around Arezzo, shopping, eating gelato, and just having fun together. These are great people. We have been going back and forth from the center of town via bus to our hotel for meals (not one of which included seafood of any kind).&lt;br /&gt;
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Arezzo is a quaint town with a beautiful city center, replete with cobblestone streets and narrow alleys, just as you'd imagine in Europe. It is tucked into the sweeping hills and green countryside of Tuscany. It's just beautiful and the people are so kind.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looked a bit like an LDS missionary tag from afar. Up close you can tell I'm just a Coro Partecipante. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After our first day of competition, we were thrilled to learn that we placed first in both categories!&amp;nbsp;We were at a very informal dinner when a few of the competition workers began to announce that day's winners. It was rather weird because we had no idea that the announcement was going to be made and not all the choirs were there. But, we were happy to have some results!&lt;br /&gt;
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Correct spelling and grammar go a long way for me. But then again, so does a really nice smelling man who wants to kiss me. If you've got both going for you, you may just be in.&lt;br /&gt;
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