<?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-9028933377316240971</id><updated>2011-09-10T10:09:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8515845116239937050</id><published>2010-12-13T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:03:15.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the last paintings! :complimentary triads</title><content type='html'>This is what my wall used to look like with just a few of the paintings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ6JagG8UI/AAAAAAAAASk/hsphZnXbcFo/s1600/100_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ6JagG8UI/AAAAAAAAASk/hsphZnXbcFo/s200/100_1389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257892932120898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This painting is my complimentary painting... there are still some things that are on here that are bothering me, and I am trying to fix them without messing up the whole painting. But I like how it turned out over all... the background could be a little darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ6IwIOcLI/AAAAAAAAASc/JXoRXdeHTLU/s1600/Pictures%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ6IwIOcLI/AAAAAAAAASc/JXoRXdeHTLU/s200/Pictures%2B117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257881557659826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This leaf is my Intense Triad painting using the Phthalo blue, aliz crimson, and azo yellow. I think I pulled it off quite well. It took me a little less time than I thought it was going to, but I'm not complaining about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ6IQH2IyI/AAAAAAAAASU/Im_CPATVR98/s1600/Pictures%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ6IQH2IyI/AAAAAAAAASU/Im_CPATVR98/s200/Pictures%2B115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257872966132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here is my wall with all my paintings up other than my final project, the apples are still drying too, but they will be up soon. Horray for paintings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ7lSn5P5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/FTnTHvlbWAw/s1600/100_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ7lSn5P5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/FTnTHvlbWAw/s200/100_1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550259471365259154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8515845116239937050?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8515845116239937050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8515845116239937050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8515845116239937050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8515845116239937050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-of-last-paintings-complimentary.html' title='Last of the last paintings! :complimentary triads'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ6JagG8UI/AAAAAAAAASk/hsphZnXbcFo/s72-c/100_1389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1520044910372357981</id><published>2010-12-13T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:41:48.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some non-procrastination:LEAVING WHITES</title><content type='html'>So here are some of the last projects that I have been working on. I have been super busy and haven't had the time to put these up. So here they are now. The first picture is a picture of my artist emulation piece. I liked how it turned out. I was pretty happy with it but I still need to put up my fixed picture of this one... ooppss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy-s7rLZI/AAAAAAAAARc/4lftfWnk76U/s1600/Pictures%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy-s7rLZI/AAAAAAAAARc/4lftfWnk76U/s200/Pictures%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550250012319624594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These here two below pictures are the plans I made for my painting, but that I kinda didn't stick to for the entire painting, but it helped me plan out what I wanted to do and how I wanted to go about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ2Q0vxh4I/AAAAAAAAASM/EM4l3d22JIY/s1600/100_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ2Q0vxh4I/AAAAAAAAASM/EM4l3d22JIY/s200/100_1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550253622189721474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ2QgNxR7I/AAAAAAAAASE/rx1HGH3fBR4/s1600/100_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZ2QgNxR7I/AAAAAAAAASE/rx1HGH3fBR4/s200/100_1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550253616678389682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy--p-W3I/AAAAAAAAARk/3ArUAT-FO3U/s1600/Pictures%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy--p-W3I/AAAAAAAAARk/3ArUAT-FO3U/s200/Pictures%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550250017077222258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first part of my arches picture... and the other steps follow to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy_KCUtpI/AAAAAAAAARs/UMaFPFzl2W8/s1600/Pictures%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy_KCUtpI/AAAAAAAAARs/UMaFPFzl2W8/s200/Pictures%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550250020132140690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy_3_lqDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-xrInPzmWk4/s1600/Pictures%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy_3_lqDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-xrInPzmWk4/s200/Pictures%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550250032468699186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZzAWTankI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1OgSpxeSQ58/s1600/Pictures%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZzAWTankI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1OgSpxeSQ58/s200/Pictures%2B116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550250040604925506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here above is the finish part of my picture. It could probably be played with a little more, but for now I am done touching it.&lt;br /&gt;I learned lots from this one: such that I always pick hard painting for myself and make them harder than they are, but I CAN finish them! I found a couple styles that I like as well with this. I may try painting by number again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1520044910372357981?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1520044910372357981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1520044910372357981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1520044910372357981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1520044910372357981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-some-non-procrastinationleaving.html' title='Finally some non-procrastination:LEAVING WHITES'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TQZy-s7rLZI/AAAAAAAAARc/4lftfWnk76U/s72-c/Pictures%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1125388128397618138</id><published>2010-11-08T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:42:49.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refraction via reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNjA_36UtrI/AAAAAAAAARU/gkvMLJnQSmc/s1600/100_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNjA_36UtrI/AAAAAAAAARU/gkvMLJnQSmc/s200/100_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537387945424893618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED!~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and more doner. I finally got this out of my hair. But it turned out quite splendidly. I am yet again proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAPPY DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1125388128397618138?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1125388128397618138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1125388128397618138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1125388128397618138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1125388128397618138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/11/refraction-via-reflection.html' title='Refraction via reflection'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNjA_36UtrI/AAAAAAAAARU/gkvMLJnQSmc/s72-c/100_1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8883206915829890517</id><published>2010-11-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:05:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glazing has been done...FINISHED</title><content type='html'>Here are the fixed pictures of the Atmospheric glazes. I fixed the clouds some by adding more light and more blue to the tops of them, also I darkened the bottom and added a little more definition to the mountainous islands in the background. I like how the sky works now, it makes me a lot happier and looks a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNA29goMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2xsZyhqoXCQ/s1600/halloween+et+all+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNA29goMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2xsZyhqoXCQ/s200/halloween+et+all+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536556731559092418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNAPu2JSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/F8MbNhD4M5w/s1600/halloween+et+all+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNAPu2JSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/F8MbNhD4M5w/s200/halloween+et+all+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536556721028605218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the start of the Direct Glazing. This was kinda scary for me and I believed that the painting was ugly until I got further into the colors. YES painting this 5-7 times was a little daunting and time consuming, but I believe that it was worth it for the way that I got it to turn out. I am happy with what I was able to achieve with this method of painting, even though it took a lot of time, I believe that I will use it in the future when I continue to paint more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNBRfVpyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gLnH4k6ga9U/s1600/halloween+et+all+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNBRfVpyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gLnH4k6ga9U/s200/halloween+et+all+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536556738680301346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adding Azo yellow to every and all spots that showed yellow or had warm spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNBsgx3CI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0eU7b4wapNY/s1600/halloween+et+all+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNBsgx3CI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0eU7b4wapNY/s200/halloween+et+all+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536556745934101538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next I mixed Azo Yellow and Quin Rose to get my transparent orange and applied it to the places I felt that there were oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNB6E6xBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0LX2S6Xrd1c/s1600/halloween+et+all+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNB6E6xBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0LX2S6Xrd1c/s200/halloween+et+all+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536556749575341074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then mixed Quin Rose with Cad red Lt, used Alizarin Red for the cooler spots with some yellow mixed in to get the effect I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXOCoouj7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Zz_sD6aFUjo/s1600/halloween+et+all+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXOCoouj7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Zz_sD6aFUjo/s200/halloween+et+all+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536557861585194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used Cobalt blue to mix the green on paper, and add cools to the places that I wanted them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXOC2sWKyI/AAAAAAAAARE/cAhKmgnqfeU/s1600/halloween+et+all+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXOC2sWKyI/AAAAAAAAARE/cAhKmgnqfeU/s200/halloween+et+all+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536557865358469922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next I mixed cobalt blue with some Azo yellow to make my green. At this point I wanted to leave it this light in the background, but I decided it would be better if the background was darker. I mixed my transparent green with a little Phthalo green and a neutral to get the dark green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXODcDgN-I/AAAAAAAAARM/_9KMcT9BMUs/s1600/halloween+et+all+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXODcDgN-I/AAAAAAAAARM/_9KMcT9BMUs/s200/halloween+et+all+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536557875387709410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the painting drying but this is what it looks like. I feel I did a pretty good job and got all out of it that I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8883206915829890517?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8883206915829890517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8883206915829890517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8883206915829890517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8883206915829890517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/11/glazing-has-been-donefinished.html' title='Glazing has been done...FINISHED'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TNXNA29goMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2xsZyhqoXCQ/s72-c/halloween+et+all+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8602048423308789237</id><published>2010-10-28T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:29:43.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First you glaze, then you do it some more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiRgH2EvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xp8CUgah3ks/s1600/Birthday+party+et+al+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiRgH2EvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xp8CUgah3ks/s200/Birthday+party+et+al+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533132038765679346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the last little bit of touches that I did to this painting; added some more blue, more purples and blues to the snow, made the water shape bigger, and fixed under the tree line to break up the shapes a little more to help the eye travel more easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiSGRVHbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Zv9OgCbthns/s1600/Birthday+party+et+al+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiSGRVHbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Zv9OgCbthns/s200/Birthday+party+et+al+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533132049006009778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the start of a few glazes on top of three flat washes of Quin rose, Cobalt blue, and Azo yellow. Then I just started adding more blues, yellows, reds and purples, all mixed with the three primary colors. I tried to dabble in the skill of cloudage making, but it didn't work out too much until  I added more blue behind where the clouds were, and that made it pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiSWgChrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/emicAC_DZjA/s1600/Birthday+party+et+al+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiSWgChrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/emicAC_DZjA/s200/Birthday+party+et+al+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533132053362673330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is after some more glazes, and then I dabbled in attempting to make the clouds look like clouds. I started this piece very timidly, I didn't want to mess it up and I was scared it would not turn out the way that I wanted to. EEEK! Then I actually sucked it up and attempted the clouds which is this next picture beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiS3QXGbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/iuVqgMFWCIs/s1600/Birthday+party+et+al+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiS3QXGbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/iuVqgMFWCIs/s200/Birthday+party+et+al+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533132062155282866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here at this point, going through my mind, I was like, oh great the clouds suck! I don't like them, they don't even appear to look like clouds, what am I doing?!     BUT I stepped away from the painting, got something to eat, stretched my legs.. then came back and attacked it with full heart, and after some removing the paint, and utilizing the magic eraser, and lifting technique... I accomplished what I was looking for. I still see some things that could be added, like making the water look more like water by adding some color variation and hue variation but that can come later. For now, this picture below, is my final product. And I like it a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiTVsUm2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/fxgGPmXDPMA/s1600/Birthday+party+et+al+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiTVsUm2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/fxgGPmXDPMA/s200/Birthday+party+et+al+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533132070325623650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beauty! minus the lays chips underneath...hehehehe Hey, I got hungry. Great no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8602048423308789237?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8602048423308789237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8602048423308789237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8602048423308789237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8602048423308789237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-you-glaze-then-you-do-it-some.html' title='First you glaze, then you do it some more...'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMmiRgH2EvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xp8CUgah3ks/s72-c/Birthday+party+et+al+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4479072094935379070</id><published>2010-10-23T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:42:50.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark painting-ness</title><content type='html'>Here are the rest of the photos of my dark painting study...ish thing. HA I am going to tweak it a little more, maybe add some more blue to it or purples... we shall see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMM0MlM47CI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BfjWxzyg0LY/s1600/Around+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMM0MlM47CI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BfjWxzyg0LY/s200/Around+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531322158090349602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMM0M35gV5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/DijgqILJKF8/s1600/Around+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMM0M35gV5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/DijgqILJKF8/s200/Around+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531322163109320594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMM0NhWhdTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ed3ijo-MU8Q/s1600/Around+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMM0NhWhdTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ed3ijo-MU8Q/s200/Around+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531322174236882226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4479072094935379070?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4479072094935379070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4479072094935379070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4479072094935379070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4479072094935379070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/10/dark-painting-ness.html' title='Dark painting-ness'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TMM0MlM47CI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BfjWxzyg0LY/s72-c/Around+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-2146705486519205516</id><published>2010-10-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:08:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To go dark or not? That is the important question of the Hour</title><content type='html'>First off, here is a picture of Sister Ellis's example of how to paint dark paintings. I know I will probably use it as a reference one day when I am in need of painting clouds at sunset/sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL2_PsP7IWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hsXSIPbwlD8/s1600/around+the+west+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL2_PsP7IWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hsXSIPbwlD8/s200/around+the+west+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529786193777729890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my picture that I am using as a reference for my dark painting. I took this picture back last winter semester when I was in Art 117, and I just thought I could use it for more than one purpose now. Hopefully this will turn out the way that I want or would like it to go.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL3AKKTtzRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/d3eGyxmnOg8/s1600/IMG_2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL3AKKTtzRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/d3eGyxmnOg8/s200/IMG_2922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529787198279109906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These here are my drawings from my sketch book for the values, and just the sketch of how I wanted it to look for composition; I think I am going to keep the general idea from the picture reference and use it in my painting. (I am really proud of myself and how the value drawing turned out. It made me happy, it looks really good from here. :) Hopefully I can put that into a painting.)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL2_RB4nEmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/D3pRunS8NYU/s1600/around+the+west+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL2_RB4nEmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/D3pRunS8NYU/s200/around+the+west+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529786216765395554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it looks like about halfway done. It took me a little while to make the neutral and with a lake of color so I wouldn't run out, but I got tired, so I went to bed and this is about what it looks like now. So here is to what the finished product may hopefully look like the original or what I perceive it will in my "artists'' mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL2_RphkjpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_uES66tSFxA/s1600/around+the+west+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL2_RphkjpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_uES66tSFxA/s200/around+the+west+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529786227406179986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-2146705486519205516?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/2146705486519205516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=2146705486519205516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/2146705486519205516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/2146705486519205516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-go-dark-or-not-that-is-important.html' title='To go dark or not? That is the important question of the Hour'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TL2_PsP7IWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hsXSIPbwlD8/s72-c/around+the+west+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5690387103355993112</id><published>2010-10-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:40:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISHED lilly and darks</title><content type='html'>I took my lilly home and tweaked it a little and this is what it now looks like after adding more white color pencil, soap, and grain imprints, and  more color. After doing this it feels more complete to me and looks grand. I had fun with this and enjoyed every minuted of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLcyK-Dd6eI/AAAAAAAAANc/OJ15mFQT3NU/s1600/new+adventures+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLcyK-Dd6eI/AAAAAAAAANc/OJ15mFQT3NU/s200/new+adventures+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527942231658195426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLcyLQ1iWSI/AAAAAAAAANk/thry6VGN35c/s1600/new+adventures+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLcyLQ1iWSI/AAAAAAAAANk/thry6VGN35c/s200/new+adventures+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527942236700039458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked on making dark pigments which is very hard and took me a long time to do. I think with more practice i will get it down.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLcyMEfRNiI/AAAAAAAAANs/zvXS-P_cUyg/s1600/new+adventures+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLcyMEfRNiI/AAAAAAAAANs/zvXS-P_cUyg/s200/new+adventures+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527942250565285410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-5690387103355993112?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5690387103355993112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5690387103355993112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5690387103355993112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5690387103355993112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/10/finished-lilly-and-darks.html' title='FINISHED lilly and darks'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLcyK-Dd6eI/AAAAAAAAANc/OJ15mFQT3NU/s72-c/new+adventures+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4166037000617953701</id><published>2010-10-11T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:28:18.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEXTURE time: Wonder lilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLP4Cowq6ZI/AAAAAAAAANU/EyoBQVQbI24/s1600/100_1157.JPG"&gt;Here are the newest pictures of my most recent painting. It took me about 5 ish hours to do it was lots of fun, I still wish I hadn't done that spot so yellow. You know what i am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLP4CXmm8KI/AAAAAAAAANM/jOJltojDLvg/s1600/100_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLP4CXmm8KI/AAAAAAAAANM/jOJltojDLvg/s200/100_1155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527033887293108386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLP4CMd6p4I/AAAAAAAAANE/kZXA_wV6UtE/s1600/100_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLP4CMd6p4I/AAAAAAAAANE/kZXA_wV6UtE/s200/100_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527033884303861634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4166037000617953701?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4166037000617953701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4166037000617953701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4166037000617953701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4166037000617953701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/10/texture-time-wonder-lilly.html' title='TEXTURE time: Wonder lilly'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TLP4CXmm8KI/AAAAAAAAANM/jOJltojDLvg/s72-c/100_1155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8847622232694545086</id><published>2010-10-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:41:06.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end, with another begining: Oct 8</title><content type='html'>Well the limes and pineapples are done and out of my hair!! hahahah ha ha. :) Such a great feeling, but now on to some more adventures. We started dabbling in the art of textures and all that they bring. I Can't wait to see what my project shall look like once its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-mJjp1ClI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XOpA8TfPbIA/s1600/NEW+FUN%21+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-mJjp1ClI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XOpA8TfPbIA/s200/NEW+FUN%21+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525817950926604882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the textures, I forgot to take a picture of it without all the tape on it but that's okay and can be done another day. So for this texture assignment I used organic stuff as my dominate texture, I had so much fun with it too. I first painted the leaf or flower and then stuck them on the paper and let them dry for a little bit, then I went back in and painted over them with a wash or two. :) I really loved the textures that they created and had to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I also used salt, plastic bags, blowing bubbles, hand sanitizer, splashing water, and Hydrochloric acid, but it didn't do anything, so I gave up with it. LOVED this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-mJZUzTSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lfjgzoSen-E/s1600/NEW+FUN%21+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-mJZUzTSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lfjgzoSen-E/s200/NEW+FUN%21+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525817948154055970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the value drawing and stencil of my texture painting soon to be. I hope I can find a way to get it on the paper and start painting and have the textures added to it, it shall be fun, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-mJxXLilI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gfEprkU3-wY/s1600/ART+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-mJxXLilI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gfEprkU3-wY/s200/ART+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525817954606484050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there is more to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8847622232694545086?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8847622232694545086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8847622232694545086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8847622232694545086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8847622232694545086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-end-with-another-begining-oct-8.html' title='At the end, with another begining: Oct 8'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-mJjp1ClI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XOpA8TfPbIA/s72-c/NEW+FUN%21+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1831052899725429668</id><published>2010-10-05T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:08:01.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIMES are Finshed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKjtkmJAI/AAAAAAAAAME/LRy8wv1dqvU/s1600/art+and+around+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKjtkmJAI/AAAAAAAAAME/LRy8wv1dqvU/s200/art+and+around+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524591345289012226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKipPq_JI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DXVBx1uXfeo/s1600/art+and+around+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKipPq_JI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DXVBx1uXfeo/s200/art+and+around+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524591326947638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKiS5wh9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gc8wK_IW_vk/s1600/art+and+around+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKiS5wh9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gc8wK_IW_vk/s200/art+and+around+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524591320950147026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKiPCfD1I/AAAAAAAAALs/ZVoAFvjIIm8/s1600/art+and+around+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKiPCfD1I/AAAAAAAAALs/ZVoAFvjIIm8/s200/art+and+around+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524591319913008978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKhjdEHEI/AAAAAAAAALk/QikNA42DCzI/s1600/art+and+around+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKhjdEHEI/AAAAAAAAALk/QikNA42DCzI/s200/art+and+around+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524591308213328962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1831052899725429668?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1831052899725429668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1831052899725429668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1831052899725429668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1831052899725429668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/10/limes-are-finshed.html' title='THE LIMES are Finshed!!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKtKjtkmJAI/AAAAAAAAAME/LRy8wv1dqvU/s72-c/art+and+around+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-587294620685148617</id><published>2010-09-28T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T06:38:31.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing Pineapples and Limes: wonderful day</title><content type='html'>Here is the progression of my painting the pineapples. The top left one is bothering me so I need to fix that, it's too, something, I don't know yet, but it needs to be toned to the right colors of the color scheme I have got going here. But my first Pineapple I was super afraid of how it was going to look, but as you see in the first picture it isn't too bad. I was very proud of myself. And for other art going on I have also posted here a few pictures of what I have of my three of washes; a flat wash, graded, and a mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt6uhvbII/AAAAAAAAALM/doRVD-Tx0Iw/s1600/art+paintings+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt6uhvbII/AAAAAAAAALM/doRVD-Tx0Iw/s200/art+paintings+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521956211310685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt661aeNI/AAAAAAAAALU/tWqB1Xi-iVY/s1600/art+paintings+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt661aeNI/AAAAAAAAALU/tWqB1Xi-iVY/s200/art+paintings+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521956214614423762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt7TlsIgI/AAAAAAAAALc/wNPDiTmd8AI/s1600/art+paintings+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt7TlsIgI/AAAAAAAAALc/wNPDiTmd8AI/s200/art+paintings+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521956221259358722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my plan for the washes that I will be doing. Hopefully it will be ready for when I go to class. If not, then hopefully Sister Ellis will be nice to me. I really loved these three colors and how they worked together. It made me happy. I liked doing it on a smaller scale too, it was a little easier, but going bigger will help me with experience and going places with watercolor.   I am so excited about this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt6dTgjNI/AAAAAAAAALE/hUEgoiLMV0c/s1600/art+paintings+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt6dTgjNI/AAAAAAAAALE/hUEgoiLMV0c/s200/art+paintings+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521956206687587538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the real deal. So now to finish it all off and make it become what I want it to. Finished pictures to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt6OgpLtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j7pvwTAwSNU/s1600/art+paintings+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt6OgpLtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j7pvwTAwSNU/s200/art+paintings+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521956202716147410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-587294620685148617?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/587294620685148617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=587294620685148617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/587294620685148617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/587294620685148617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/09/finishing-pineapples-and-limes.html' title='Finishing Pineapples and Limes: wonderful day'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TKHt6uhvbII/AAAAAAAAALM/doRVD-Tx0Iw/s72-c/art+paintings+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-3983092172163811229</id><published>2010-09-25T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:40:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limes, Simple Object, chart: Sept 26 2010</title><content type='html'>Here are the newly updated and better looking limes. NOW to start working on the pineapples and get them up here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ7oO4AKXuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DSn3xHAhRXg/s1600/Art+and+concert+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ7oO4AKXuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DSn3xHAhRXg/s200/Art+and+concert+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521105535451684578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, with the balloons is titled, "Free Entanglement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ7oOvMKzSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rPybGt_MqRY/s1600/Art+and+concert+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ7oOvMKzSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rPybGt_MqRY/s200/Art+and+concert+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521105533086125346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ7oOLTZ5aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/avroRXZDrVk/s1600/Art+and+concert+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ7oOLTZ5aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/avroRXZDrVk/s200/Art+and+concert+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521105523452798370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-3983092172163811229?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/3983092172163811229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=3983092172163811229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3983092172163811229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3983092172163811229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/09/limes-simple-object-chart-sept-26-2010.html' title='Limes, Simple Object, chart: Sept 26 2010'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ7oO4AKXuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DSn3xHAhRXg/s72-c/Art+and+concert+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4084636506796082426</id><published>2010-09-25T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:43:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Structure Geology Field Trip: second week of school</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from my field trip that I went on when I missed class. I enjoyed it all and being able to be out camping and seeing these awesome things.  ENOJY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5Td3UW2xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/D_ttO-InS2w/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5TdskDoDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yR34ftQ134s/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5TdskDoDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yR34ftQ134s/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520941962846511154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5TdUvmuZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ktrm7J1nstE/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5TdUvmuZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ktrm7J1nstE/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520941956452497810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5TdLaeQ1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/yHQcB34gaEI/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5TdLaeQ1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/yHQcB34gaEI/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520941953947943762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QVa_Yi4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/h2smZ3bnr_o/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QVa_Yi4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/h2smZ3bnr_o/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520938522155453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5Tc7uajfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-fS2-dQylxA/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5Tc7uajfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-fS2-dQylxA/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520941949736619506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QVolqnkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B_37B0blsc4/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QVolqnkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B_37B0blsc4/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520938525805682242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QVEarDBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4mG1VJxZ88M/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QVEarDBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4mG1VJxZ88M/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520938516095896594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A thrust fault of Chugwater siltstone( the bright red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QUgcWLFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9lTkrfXBCvU/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QUgcWLFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9lTkrfXBCvU/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520938506439240786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QUeiTpdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XfBtNh5CZRs/s1600/GEOLOGY+TRIP+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5QUeiTpdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XfBtNh5CZRs/s200/GEOLOGY+TRIP+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520938505927370194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4084636506796082426?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4084636506796082426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4084636506796082426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4084636506796082426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4084636506796082426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/09/structure-geology-field-trip-second.html' title='Structure Geology Field Trip: second week of school'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5TdskDoDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yR34ftQ134s/s72-c/GEOLOGY+TRIP+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-3090137023985177871</id><published>2010-09-25T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:29:48.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water color 251: limes galore and a few pinaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5Ne4TbGfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yrE_LeGMICQ/s1600/Geology+field+trip+and+art+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5Ne4TbGfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yrE_LeGMICQ/s200/Geology+field+trip+and+art+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520935386108074482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 251 art class we were given this assignment and here is a few pieces of it. final and others to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-3090137023985177871?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/3090137023985177871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=3090137023985177871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3090137023985177871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3090137023985177871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/09/water-color-251-limes-galore-and-few.html' title='Water color 251: limes galore and a few pinaps'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TJ5Ne4TbGfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yrE_LeGMICQ/s72-c/Geology+field+trip+and+art+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5333214883041232400</id><published>2010-08-13T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:27:14.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the Gold Mines. August 13, 2010</title><content type='html'>So the tour I went on yesterday, was pretty much amazing, actually it wasn't really a tour, I shadowed an ore control geologist around while he did his job and I helped him out. He took me into his office, showed me around the in-house software programs that they use there at Newmont, and then took me to talk to one of the engineers, and she showed me around a little more with the software programs. After that the geologist, PJ Shumway, took to to see Gold Quarry pit, which recently had a pretty major land slide. The sediments that went, were some basal sands, that lie right on top of this huge layer of Montmorillionite, and the sand likes to hold water, so it super-saturated the clay and one day, away it all went. They have a couple blast hole rigs down in the bottom, a couple trucks and things, stuck down there until they get that place cleaned out. Apparently, I got a treat seeing that, because no on is supposed to really see that. After talking about the slide he talked to me about the geology there in the pit, and pretty much what happened, it looks like someone threw up there, there are so many faults going through there that have down dropped and shoved, and pushed everywhere that the oxides are just everywhere. I can't quite remember what some of the faults were, but its got The Roberts mountain thrust fault...SOOOOOO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ then took me to one of the pits there that they are mining out of since Gold Quarry is closed down, and I got to go down into the pit there on the blast patterns, with the blasting crew, and do some ore control. He threw, well dropped 10% HCL onto the sides of the holes they were drilling out and getting ready to blast and seeing if it had calcite in it and if it is non-acid forming sediment. IT was super cool to be down there and see this fault system that went through there. They had the roberts thrust, some other faults, and an anticline. SO awesome to see the way that it had mutli-fractures, and folded up back on itself ( It escapes me at the moment what it is called, but its right on the tip of my tongue.) and fractures, you can see the folding back on itself in the smaller layers and he was telling me that is what it looked like on the big scale. Oh man. I got such a great geology lesson there. In the Pete pit, where we were for this, there is a little bit of the rodeo creek unit, and then it goes down in the Popovich formation, which he was telling me is a bunch of black boring micrite. Well more so a silty to muddy limestone grading into calcarenite and limestone with planar laminated silty limestone. That was an adventure in itself to be able to see all of that first hand. And PJ was telling me that I must be pretty special, because they don't just let anyone in to the pits, ESPECIALLY on the blast pattern. So it was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went up to another newer pit where they are starting some new exploration, and helped him map the high wall for the next blast, well not map it, just figuring out the hardness of the rocks and how hot they would have to load the holes for blasting the rock. He was going to have me map the high wall with him, but he had to be back at gold quarry at a certain time to talk with one of the blasting engineers. Then I was shown how they put all the information we got at the blasting holes into the in-house software and then, I was taken back to the place of my normal working out at the core shed. BY this time my brain was completely on overdrive. It was a lot to process all in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to John Powell, the head surface geologist, and he asked me if I wanted to be considered for an internship next summer, I told him that I was SUPER interested. Even though field camp will kinda be in the middle of it. I told him if I could get hired right after I get out in April, I could work for 7 weeks, then go to field camp, and then come back after it and then work for 7 more weeks. So I am hoping it goes through. I was a little more interested in the mining career path after this day. We shall see though. PJ was very helpful with the advice and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what the future may bring!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-5333214883041232400?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5333214883041232400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5333214883041232400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5333214883041232400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5333214883041232400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-at-gold-mines-august-13-2010.html' title='Life at the Gold Mines. August 13, 2010'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1646471844130411184</id><published>2010-06-06T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:30:21.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>: June 6 --Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing</title><content type='html'>So Friday I went in to work for a full 40hrs on my paycheck this week. I was exposed to more things that the others I work with do on a regular basis. I helped mark footage's of the core that many places have been drilling out. I was then instructed on how to take pictures of the core for other records. AND then I was shown how to break up the core, bag it in bags according to a certain order and then I bagged up all 600 some feet up in a bunch of bags and tied off with zip ties, so they could be put into a bin, and sent on its way to the assay lab so they could break it down more and determine what kind of rocks they are dealing with and where the GOLD is in those rocks. Definitely a great experience. I loved how much I got to look at the rock and recognize things I have learned in past classes from school.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was summoned to sit at a computer for the rest of the day, 4 hours or so, to change the names of the pictures that they took of the core footage. THAT was something, let me tell you. I learned myself how to type numbers in pretty fast with my left hand because my right dominant had was tired. OH GEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day, what a weeek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1646471844130411184?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1646471844130411184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1646471844130411184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1646471844130411184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1646471844130411184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-6-come-thou-fount-of-every.html' title=': June 6 --Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8662354105921003492</id><published>2010-06-02T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:46:51.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2, 2010: Missing you like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter</title><content type='html'>Wow, so it sure has been a long time since I have been on here. A lot has happened to me worth spitting out on this wall of a blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working out at the Gold mine here in Northern Nevada for three weeks now. Crazy how time surely flies, But it has been good. I work in the Geology Warehouse where they receive, prepare, distribute, and then store the rock core samples. I get to play with rocks, rock flour, and interact with all the geologists that come into the building to map and log the core samples. :D without even getting the internship. So it's a pretty awesome job I have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT more to come...&lt;br /&gt;I promised my niece that I would go play Frisbee with her a few min ago, so I better run. I will be back though I promise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8662354105921003492?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8662354105921003492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8662354105921003492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8662354105921003492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8662354105921003492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-2-2010-missing-you-like-sun-misses.html' title='June 2, 2010: Missing you like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5837189373681643928</id><published>2009-08-04T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:56:12.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May-June 2009.  August 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;These are some of the pictures of things that have happened since I have been up in Idaho for the summer semester and session. I have met many new friends and people, it has been quite the wonderful time here. I love all these people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtHg_25bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zjbIDgDWX2U/s1600-h/group+picture+3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtHg_25bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zjbIDgDWX2U/s200/group+picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158931896231346" /&gt;Jeff Patten's Birthday close the beginning of the semester. He is the one with all the presents, to my left and your right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtHQcqgII/AAAAAAAAAHM/hvblnp0NsG0/s1600-h/group+picture.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtHQcqgII/AAAAAAAAAHM/hvblnp0NsG0/s200/group+picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158927453651074" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This is the group of people from our ward that showed up to celebrate with him and have a good time.  This was our first time meeting Kevin and his roomies. Kevin is the one to my right and your left of me in the bottom of the picture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhsh5dXveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5hBMFLIKSic/s1600-h/candace+and+becca.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhsh5dXveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5hBMFLIKSic/s200/candace+and+becca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158285627440610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my dear lovely friend Rebbecca Hill. She was my relief society president and I love her to death. We are so cute. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtH_SO9wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-XMf5s6CUso/s1600-h/more+water+fight.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtH_SO9wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-XMf5s6CUso/s200/more+water+fight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158940026369794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Becca and I got into a water fight after our various soccer games. It was very fun. Warm water because it was a little cold that night. But it was still amazing. I am so glad she is here. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhsiPRIhnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HAvSRG1OB_I/s1600-h/chalking+it+up2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhsiPRIhnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HAvSRG1OB_I/s200/chalking+it+up2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158291481691762" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;One Sunday we decided to go and "chalk it up" with the boys apartments in our ward and this is what happened. We did it at our apartment, but the Manager said it was vandalism and we had to wash it off shortly after we put it up. Sad day, but the guys apts manager couldn't care less. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhshN8VhjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HuYAJXPEDfg/s200/footsteps.jpg" /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhsh5dXveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5hBMFLIKSic/s1600-h/candace+and+becca.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhsh5dXveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5hBMFLIKSic/s1600-h/candace+and+becca.jpg" style="text-decoration: underline;text-decoration: none; "&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhshajIiGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7q0Y4BVbniA/s1600-h/Wet+lineing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhshajIiGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7q0Y4BVbniA/s200/Wet+lineing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158277330110562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;THis is my friend Jonathan William Bealer and Wenis (Daniel Walker). We are getting the slack line set up to go slack over the canal. SO awesome. I was in charge of documenting then playing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhshgeL-zI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MThibmeoWyw/s1600-h/second+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhshgeL-zI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MThibmeoWyw/s200/second+time.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158278919977778" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Me attempting to go, it was so scary. The water current was dragging me with it, we all kept leaning the same way the current was flowing, it was really crazy. But SO FUN!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhshajIiGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7q0Y4BVbniA/s1600-h/Wet+lineing.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhvSexRuGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A2FwThTYTts/s1600-h/right+before+my+turn.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhvSexRuGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A2FwThTYTts/s200/right+before+my+turn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366161319300020322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two are amazing. So cool, and where I get my inspiration for being better at lining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtIIbV0EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jJTEXBzmjKg/s1600-h/first+cleaning+foot+after+stitches..jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtIIbV0EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jJTEXBzmjKg/s200/first+cleaning+foot+after+stitches..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158942480486466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my foot after cutting it on some glass in a different part of the same canal as the one above. I got ten stitches and lots of pain, and no fun for the next four weeks after it happened at the end of June. LAME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhvS76X8NI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P6tjs0f54oA/s1600-h/bridge+jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhvS76X8NI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P6tjs0f54oA/s200/bridge+jumping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366161327122804946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Amy, Brittani, and I attempting to bridge jump after our real attempt failed because people bailed on us. So we went to the canal. We are all so excited&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhvTo--qFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k0nLUlziHes/s1600-h/testing+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtISBi8gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dLvSQuz6lh4/s1600-h/testing+water.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtISBi8gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dLvSQuz6lh4/s200/testing+water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158945056649730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just up the canal from where i cut my foot on that nasty piece of glass and so I was quite a bit scared of walking in the mud, so I tested out the water first. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhvTfxNQOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0ZKBJOz29Cc/s1600-h/chicken+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhvTfxNQOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0ZKBJOz29Cc/s200/chicken+jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366161336748032226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the last jump of the day Brittani and I took. She chickened out on me after we counted to three about two times. Lame! So much fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhwkah7NJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u5UT7UwQ2Xo/s1600-h/before+the+jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhwkah7NJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u5UT7UwQ2Xo/s200/before+the+jumping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162726911161490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet another attempt at bridge jumping,but instead we went to Swan Valley and jump into the river here by these waterfalls. My dear friend Jon, to the right, took us there. He is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhwk3wVE4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/kQHnIRTJLjA/s1600-h/ya+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhwk3wVE4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/kQHnIRTJLjA/s200/ya+water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162734756205442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Britt and I in the falls. SO cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhwlHJPcNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y3uFkb__fd0/s1600-h/belly+floping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhwlHJPcNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y3uFkb__fd0/s200/belly+floping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162738887225554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was when my family was here at the Dunes playing and Brittani came spent the day with my family and I. Egin lakes. Mica totally belly flopped this on on purpose. OUCH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhwldnA0FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RvA9kPnytJ8/s1600-h/Britt%27s+Sand+Shapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhwldnA0FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RvA9kPnytJ8/s200/Britt%27s+Sand+Shapes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162744917676114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittani's sand castles...or shapes I guess. Pretty cool they way they look at first glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhwliV8tUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ztXN9O_f6FY/s1600-h/building+sand+castles.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhwliV8tUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ztXN9O_f6FY/s200/building+sand+castles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162746188281154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me my, brother and little sister playin i the sand and building sand castles&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/9028933377316240971-5837189373681643928?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5837189373681643928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5837189373681643928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5837189373681643928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5837189373681643928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2009/08/may-june-2009-august-3.html' title='May-June 2009.  August 3'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SnhtHg_25bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zjbIDgDWX2U/s72-c/group+picture+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-7927253546434742234</id><published>2009-08-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:10:41.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 3. Spoon Me Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It sure has been a while since I have written, and a lot has happened in the three month gap of my last writing. I don't even know where to start.&lt;div&gt;I guess I will start here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I last wrote, I found out that I received a Private grant and Scholarship through the school. Someone gave me money enough for at least a bit of a semester. And that is beautiful. Then about a week later of finding out I had those scholarships, I got an email from Newmont Mining Corp, where my father works, and it was about the scholarship I applied for. In anticipation I closed my eyes as I opened it. I slowly opened my eyes very slowly after I knew it had opened; I read "congratulations... and then my heart started to beat more...you have been awarded the Gold Award of a $5,000 scholarship... then the tears came. At that moment I knew that God was looking out for me for following Him and being where He wanted me to be at this moment of time in my life. It brought so much relief to know that the next year of my schooling had been paid for with about a little over $6000 in scholarship and grant money. Now it was just my job to find some income to pay for my housing and food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched and searched for jobs, found nothing, but I did talk to a guy that was in my Geology class about helping him move water pipe out on his fields. He said he would keep me in mind when the season started and let me know when the time got closer to planting and ready for watering. So, I pretty much just had some fun during the summer semester for the rest of April and end of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In May, it was Mother's weekend and my mom came up to play with me. It was tons of fun and I got to take her to a bunch of things she hasn't really been to and show her why I love this place so much. She enjoyed some seminars with me, concerts, the likes of a choir and orchestra concert, and one by a famous amazing pianist, and just letting her do nothing and enjoy life, it was fun to see her fidget over not having anything to do. :) I told her to enjoy it all the while. She came to our HUGE slacking party, she enjoyed meeting all my awesome slacking buddies and watching me have fun. I had such a blast. I love slacking, I can't wait to get one of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhljm49GhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HRif2Yl5Qd4/s1600-h/slacking.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhljm49GhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HRif2Yl5Qd4/s200/slacking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150618421205522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the 3 June I started moving pipe. It is quite the job let me tell you. I get paid about $0.14 a pipe I move and I get to ride my bike out there to Hibbard, ID and it is about 28 miles a day, since I had to go out twice a day. I moved about 200 or something pipe those first 4 times. The last morning I moved was that June 5, the diesel gas for the pump was all out and so my boss said he would call me when he needed me to come out next. He called me later that night to tell me he was just going to dust his crops since the gas was out, so it would be about a week or so before he would need me again. Then it started to rain, and rain, and rain, for the rest of June it rained. At the second week of July I started to work again. I got my first pay check for the first four times, $37 wow. WEll better than nothing right? So the the Monday Night i went back to work after working that morning, my hip  started to hurt on my left leg. I tried to ignore it and continue to work. That only lasted until Tuesday night. I could hardly lift up my leg to put my pants on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to work Wednesday both times, Thursday morning/night and friday morning. I couldn't help not working Fri night or Saturday. My body needed a break, But I moved a crap load of pipe like 480 +- a bit. The next week my family was going to be here and so I moved pipe on that Monday they were to come up in the AM and not the Pm cause my hip hurt so bad I could barely walk even with taking drugs for the swelling.  So while my family was here I went to work only Wednesday morning that week. Twice and like 40 pipe. I could tell he wasn't that happy with me, but I couldn't help what my body was telling me. I felt so incompetent because these little kids of 13 and 14 were smaller than I and still doing well moving the pipe. But you know, you can only do so much, and it felt like the Lord was trying to tell me something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I guess I wasn't learning something because I was getting hurt and I guess I wasn't focusing on the right thing or what. So I have been trying to figure out what He has been trying to tell me and let me know.   Still I am trying to figure out what he wants for me to do. I have about $120 in my bank account and That is not going to last me until the Fall semester, and I don't have a job yet. So ya...well this entry is long and I am going to add others with pictures of the past three months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-7927253546434742234?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/7927253546434742234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=7927253546434742234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7927253546434742234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7927253546434742234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-3-spoon-me-please.html' title='August 3. Spoon Me Please'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Snhljm49GhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HRif2Yl5Qd4/s72-c/slacking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-953872846274500388</id><published>2009-04-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:56:21.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up on the sunshine. April 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Sorry that I haven't written in a long time. I just thought that I would update this. My life has been pretty busy with the end of winter semester on the 9 April, a week break to go home between semesters and now being up here in Rexburg for the summer, It is going to be quite the wonderful little outing. I am praying that I will be able to find at least one good job if not two, that way I can support myself while I am up here. I am also hoping that everything is going to work out, but I have faith in the Lord that He will provide a way for me, since I am supposed to be here at this time. So these here pictures are few from the week break at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yIJs2E-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/o-8hEymQLKA/s1600-h/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yIJs2E-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/o-8hEymQLKA/s200/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602368571118562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to go play after the snow bombarded us early in the week. This is our rides before we left for the Sand dunes in Winnemucca, Nevada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yH707ZoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/85FRS2LAQUg/s1600-h/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yH707ZoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/85FRS2LAQUg/s200/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602364846925442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how much snow we had on our back porch after it snowed in the middle of the week. YUCK.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yHmbFH3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/uv6kb1iAJ14/s1600-h/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yHmbFH3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/uv6kb1iAJ14/s200/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602359101366130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This adorable little guy is Adam James Blake. He was born as my nephew on the 3 of April, and I got to take care of him and his mommy while she was in the hospital for an infection on the 10 -12 April. I was only there at the hospital with her for a night and most of Saturday day, but it was worth the hours that I got to spend taking care of them both. I really do miss this little man. Next time I see him he is going to be all growed up. *sniffle* SO cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yHiLbQMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y5CO7AppEIA/s1600-h/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yHiLbQMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y5CO7AppEIA/s200/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602357961965762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister and I taking pictures after our first hour and a half ride out on the sand; we were both very hungry when we got back to our truck, and this was after we ate. I did this to her after she did it to me,(as you can see in the following picture) she didnt want me to lick her. BUT I will have you know, I did. hahaha I love my little sister, though she didn't taste very good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yHZyqjFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VwTvMDckRfU/s1600-h/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yHZyqjFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VwTvMDckRfU/s200/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602355710626898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where it all started. I thought it would be a cute little picture of her and I, BUT she had to go and try to lick me. Stinking little girl. But it still was a very fun trip nonetheless. I got quite the tan out of it, glove line, and shirt line as well. I look funny. Ha but it is okay. I like my tans. So now that that week was over, I am back in Rexburg, looking for jobs, enjoying the spring sun, and beauty of green grass, I just wish I didn't have to worry about money, and I could just enjoy being here and growing more and more self-reliant. SO we will see what happens. Whether I am here this summer to become stronger in my beliefs of God and Our Savior Jesus Christ, or to get married, I am fine with it. As long as I get out of it what the Lord wants me to, I will be just happy. :) anywho, time for some more job hunting after a nap.&lt;div&gt;Until next time, this is Candalou signing out for the time being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-953872846274500388?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/953872846274500388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=953872846274500388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/953872846274500388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/953872846274500388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up-on-sunshine-april-22.html' title='Catching up on the sunshine. April 22'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/Se9yIJs2E-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/o-8hEymQLKA/s72-c/break+at+home+in+spring+creek+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4583336262552553673</id><published>2009-02-12T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:32:43.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Accident. Tuesday Feb 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>long, and I hope that it makes some sense to you all. But please forgive me of any english error, whether it be spelling or what not, I just had to type this all and get it out of my mind so that I could focus on the things that I have to do, such as homework and things. Please, this is my renewed testimony, and I hope it brings you some joy and light. For that is what I seek.LoveCandace Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, February 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;So, Tuesday I asked my old roommate Jenni Owens if she would take me to the Alltel phone store in Idaho Falls to talk to a techy there to see what was wrong with my phone and why it wouldn’t take a charge. So I get to her house around 4pm and we make our way to Idaho Falls and the mall. We got off the freeway and start on the road that leads to the mall on this huge long straight path to the mall. We were talking about the things in our life that has happened this semester and, it had snowed earlier that day so she was taking it kind of slow because the wind was blowing and there was some snow on the ground that had started to drift. As we were going I remember seeing one other car in the other lane and then it happened; we hit an icy patch on the road… he car started to fish tail only a little, but when it started to escalated a bit more, and speed up, she and I both started to have our hearts race…it all happened so fast that all I can remember is that her car started fishtailing really bad, the oncoming car in the other lane that we just barely missed, and then I see the snow bank on the right side of the road getting closer to me…my head hitting the passenger side window..snow going up in the air, and the feeling of weightlessness as we started to roll in her car and flip, but then, by some, other power, we stopped. The chaos of everything stopped and as I came back into the present from a flash back of my life and the things I have done, those not done that I wanted to accomplish so much, I was jolted back into the present and while I was checking to see if I was still moving, and realizing that we were still up right, I looked over at Jenni to see her checking to see if I was okay and seeing in her eyes that same feeling that I am sure must have been radiating from my own. We both went through a mental check list to see if anything was injured on our bodies, and after seeing that the other was okay, we both looked out the windshield to see this car pull over and this guy on his phone getting out of the car. We both assumed that he was on the phone with the cops; but as we were sitting there oblivious to anything outside of the car we both asked what we should do, should we call the cops or what to do at all, when an answer to our prayers came immediately in the form of an overtly caring gentleman and his wife; as this man came towards us, both Jenni and I opened our doors to let him know that we were okay. And as doing so we got out of the car, to look and assess the damage to her car, and myself further. I get out and the first thing that I see is her tire on the passenger side had been blown, the tube in the tire must’ve gone flat because the tire was sitting in the rim, where it used to be. Then I look at the back of her car, that was sitting in the ice embankment of snow on the side of the road….i see the rear passenger tire in this hole, and looking further in the snow,  I saw the imprint of the car it left as it had started to roll…. But we were standing upright in the car…we hadn’t flipped or rolled. As I was looking down the road to our destination, I saw all these cars slowing down as they could just barely see the wreckage site of our carness. Then as I was looking back toward the car, my eyes passed over this telephone pole that was standing 6 feet away from the back end of Jenni’s car. And it hit me….if we had even had the inertia and momentum to go six more feet, ….and my mind couldn’t finish the thought. I couldn’t think of that…at how close I, We had been to….  Jenni saying something brought my attention back to the man that was on his phone talking to the police…They would be sending someone on their way in just a few short minutes… but we all know how cops are, most often times, they are never there when you really need them, or when you do they will be a little longer than was stated.  SO as we were waiting for the police to come to the scene of our little off-roading incident….this truck with this really amazingly nice father and his two sons pull over in from of us across the two lane highway from us, and he came over toward us, bidding that he had a tow strap and that he would be puling us out. So as we were waiting for him to be able to flip around to be able to do that, all these thoughts were going through my mind, and brought to the drop back of my mind and started playing these images across this sheet, like a movie, but I was brought back to reality when the threat of tears started stinging my eyes, and then I turn to look at jenni as she said that she was going to start crying from all the kindness from these blatant strangers that were offering up their time and help to us. As she said this, a truck of Mexicans stopped off on the side of the road off to the right of us and asked if we needed any help being pulled out of the ditch, but we said that another guy had offered his help. SO many blessings! CANDACE!! Open your eyes and see the hand of the Lord in your life more and more!! As the guy with the first truck had flipped around and was able to hook up the tow strap to his truck and her car truck thingy, he started pulling us out. With traffic pilling up on either side of the highway, waiting on us to be out….I looked over at Jenni and forgot all that I was thinking, She needed me to get her through this. She had just been driving when all this chaos had started. She was so reluctant to back her jimmy up into the driveway that just happened to be about a 100 yards away…she was scared. So when we got it backed into this driveway, the man that pulled us out, parked his truck off the road behind her car in the driveway to help us put the spare tire on so we could make it the rest of the way to Idaho Falls and get the tire and wheel checked out. As we just go the jack out of her car, the police showed up. And the gentleman that first called the police left after we both thanked them profusely. So the male cop and the man that towed us out of the snow embankment put her spare tire on, since no one was hurt, and no other cars were involved. Standing out in the weather, I was freezing, shaking from the cold and from the adrenaline of the just recent accident we had happened upon. It was so comforting to know that both these men that were helping us were both LDS and I would venture to assume priesthood holders. Yet another blessing. Other than the most obvious, that had we both not had Heavenly Father intervene and send us our Guardian Angels, we would not have been standing watching these men help put our spare tire back onto this car so that we could continue on our way to our first and foremost destination.  It was even more of a testimony to me that God does live, care, and watch out for his children no matter how insignificant they may be feeling. And when you are feeling like you are just the needle in the haystack, He will show unto you that you really do matter to Him, whether it be through some accident where He saved you from dying, or to some other little experience. After these fine men finished with the spare tire, Jenni and I set out for Idaho Falls hoping and praying that a tire place would be open. Also, as we were making our way at a snail’s pace, and in 4-wheel drive towards I.F., she let me know that one of her friends just “happened” to be on his way to Idaho Falls as we were almost there and he would be more than willing to help us out in any way that we may need. As we were also making our way to the tire shop, thoughts kept coming to me, that I should be mad that this all happened to me, and that I should question God and why do bad things always happen to me, but then, an overwhelmingly warm comfortable feeling overpowered that darker, sadder feeling, and these thoughts entered into my mind, that I don’t have to question God and His reasoning for letting this happen to me in my life, and at the time that it did. I knew and KNOW that it happened for a reason, and I won’t be the one to question His reasoning. I don’t believe in things “just happening”, everything happens for a reason and I don’t know that reason until I am older and further down the road in my life, or I won’t ever know until He reveals them unto me, and I am just happy with that answer. I was asking myself, over, and over, and over, and over, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO LEARN FROM THIS? What is he trying to tell me, what do I need to grow in. What lesson is He trying to teach me? And by thinking these thoughts, I felt so much more clam spiritually. And I was able to focus on Jenni because she was the one driving and help her to focus on driving and not ‘breaking down as she was driving, to keep her stable. She and I both, really wanted to cry more than a few times, but we held it together; even as we made it to Les Schwab and had a guy look at her car as we were waiting for her friend to meet us up there, and eventually drive us home.  I was sitting in her car, as we were driving to the tire place, and thought after thought bombarded and invaded my mind, one after another, causing commotion in my thinking processes and ability to want to speak other than when spoken to. I could feel satan working on me so HARD, trying to get me to deny all those wonderful blessings that I had just witnessed and felt, and experienced. I don’t know why, but I know that it wasn’t my or Jenni’s time to die. I know now even more that we both have a higher work here that we have not fulfilled that God needs us to attend to and complete before it is our time. He will look out for us ALWAYS!! And He will see us through all that He will need us for in this life, to prepare the way for His son’s second coming to the people of this dispensation.  I also know and was thinking as we were on our way back to Rexburg with a spare tire on Jenni’s car, and her friend Ryan driving because neither of us were in any shape to drive, that I am not ready to die. If I had died, I don’t think that I would be ready as much as I would have wanted to be. There are still some things in my life that I haven’t really gotten right and straightened out, but now I know even more that they can and I am and have been given another chance, what I would like to call, A WAKE UP CALL to come unto Christ and participate in the wonderful blessings of His Gospel and Atonement that has been given to us more graciously. Also that life is more precious to me now more than ever; this whole experience has made me stronger and more willing to change, and not take advantage of those blessings that I already have the privilege of receiving from Him.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it has been two days since the time and scene of the accident, everything since then has seem to all be one big blurb of my life. It feels like it has all been one continuous day. I have found myself trying to distinguish between the start and end of one day and the next. I don’t know what this is supposed to mean or what I am supposed to learn from it, but I am more than ever willing and ready to be taught. I want to know what He has in store for me to do; what calling have I been given that I have yet to fulfill and be used as one of His instruments to bring more souls unto Him, so that He, I, and those souls may rejoice in the reuniting of His lost sheep to His flock. I have reflected back on past things that I have asked of Him, whether it be in my prayers or silent pleadings of my heart throughout the days, I have seen many of these things answered and just…played out on the movie screen in the back drop of my mind. I honestly don’t know what I am supposed to do, and I am scared. BUT I know now EVEN more, that if I keep my head up, eyes set on the goal of life with God, trusting in Him in everything and having faith in Him that I will be led to be shaped into that person who He intended for me to become. I want to do all that He wants me to do. I am ready and willing to give up of myself to Him, so that I can reach out to those that need Him, and by them needing Him, I will give of them my light and lead them back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;As for life and the things going on in my family right now, I don’t know everything that is going to happen with my sister, but I know that wherever I go, and whatever Christ has me do, she will be fine; she will have someone take care of her, IF she seeks Him out diligently and ardently.  That is it; she will be fine, if I keep doing what I should be doing, letting others see my light, and love for my God, and being an example of Christ, everything will work out for the best and the way that God sees is the best. For He knows and sees all.&lt;br /&gt;Seek to know his will and have His will be yours. For by doing this it will make things in your life go so much easier. Instead of asking him for things that you would like to happen, tell Him that you are ready to take whatever He has in store for you and embrace it with all of your being. And go forward in life, with hope, charity, love, and faith in Christ that He will always be there for you whenever you need Him; that you are ready and willing to face the world and satan and stand strong against those that are trying to bring you down into misery with them. DON’T GIVE IN!! You are so much stronger than that Candace, you can do anything that you set your mind to, with your heart set on God. Anything is possible if you just believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4583336262552553673?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4583336262552553673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4583336262552553673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4583336262552553673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4583336262552553673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2009/02/car-accident-tuesday-feb-10-2009.html' title='Car Accident. Tuesday Feb 10, 2009'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4225269553080118365</id><published>2009-01-25T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:58:11.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 25. Smile more, there is someone who needs to see your smile</title><content type='html'>"You are here to be tried, to probe yourself so that you can receive the additional blessings God has for you. The tempering effect of patience is required. Some blessings will be delievered here in this life; others will come beyond the veil. The Lord is intent on your personal growth and development. That progress is accelerated when you willingly allow Him to lead you through every growth experience you encounter, whether initially it be to your individual liking or not. WHen you trust in the Lord, when you are willing to let your heart and your mind be centered in His will, when you ask to be led by the Spirit to do His will, you are assured of the greatest happpiness along the way and the most fulfilling attainment from this mortal experience. If you question everyting you are asked to do, or dig in your heels at every unpleasant challenge, you make it harder for the Lord to bless you....Sadness, disapppointment, and severe challenge are &lt;em&gt;events&lt;/em&gt; in life, not life itself..." --Elder Richard G. Scott or teh Quorum of the Twelve Apostles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This little quote is like "shebang!" GIVE your heart, will and mind all to God and to doing His will and you will be blessed endlessly. I Know this will happen for a fact! Because it has happened to me. Once I gave what was rightfully the Lord's to the Lord, my will, my life went so much more smoothly and easier.If you are on the Lord's side in your life, you can make it through anything you come up against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are given trials and hardships in our lives to make us stronger people; to make us change and become more of the person that God wants us to become. If you find peace in the challenges that you are faced with you will be blessed and come out on top of the things you are faced with. When we are doing what God would have us do; turning our hearts to Him, having our thoughts dwell on Him and the things that He would have us do, serving His other children, and seeking Him out in our lives, we are going to be blessed abundantly to become all that He has in store for us to become. Come to live in joy amid your adversity. Embrace the things you have been faced with in your life, and ask for more, because then and only then after you change, can you become like God. Candace, Don't dwell on the things that you don't have, find joy in the things that you have right now; your life, family, friends, being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, all the previous blessings that God has blessed you with...Be greatful for what you have and embrace something new when it comes to you. Excersice your faith in Christ and our  Heavenly Father and you will be more willing and open to accept the things that He has for you. 8)&lt;br /&gt;President Kimball once said: "God does notice us, and he watches over us&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; but it is usually through another mortal that he meets our needs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Therefore, it is vital that we serve each other." Our willing service to others around us is a key to enduring happiness. Happiness is never ending, but sadness does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is everlastingly eternal because of Jesus Christ --Elder Richard Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know and believe this all to be true. I hope that if you are reading this, it has brought to you some joy and happiness as well, and I hope that you may seek to find your Father in Heaven more than you may know Him right now, because He lives! HE loves you and wishes for you to come back to a knowledge of Him and find Him out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4225269553080118365?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4225269553080118365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4225269553080118365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4225269553080118365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4225269553080118365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-25-smile-more-there-is-someone.html' title='January 25. Smile more, there is someone who needs to see your smile'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-6270650452232230027</id><published>2009-01-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:49:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 January. Snowy Burg of Rex</title><content type='html'>Greetings from dear Ol' icy cold Rexburg.&lt;div&gt;Man! isn't it good to be back up here. I sure have missed being up here for some learning and meetin me some new people. I sure am glad to finally be back to learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been so busy, even though I have only been up here since the 4 Jan, the first three days of school have been pretty hectic. I have so much homework! oh billy, I really hope that I will make it through this semester. I can. I will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not have much of a social life with all this homework I have to do everyday for two classes, Calculus and Chemistry, then add in Structural Geology, I am committing suicide pretty much. I am so crazy, let's not forget the two labs for Chem and Geol. THEY are going to be so much work too! BUT I WILL MAKE IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...the inevitable has happened again, I have found more than a few guys that I think I could like, and could be promising. I hate this. I don't know why it happens. The first guy I officially met was a friend of one of my friends and, I didn't think anything of it the first time, but the second time I met up with him with her....oh dear. I want to kick myself in the butt for it. I don't know why, I don't even want to think about it. Why do guys with wonderful straight teeth, beautyful smiles and eyes always get me? Why? Man I really am a sucker for those things...it always gets me, it's inevitable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well SHort post, time for bed and homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9028933377316240971-6270650452232230027?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/6270650452232230027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=6270650452232230027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6270650452232230027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6270650452232230027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings-from-dear-ol-icy-cold-rexburg.html' title='10 January. Snowy Burg of Rex'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-6092147130033707378</id><published>2008-12-19T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:28:09.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 19. Storms.</title><content type='html'>Storms rolling forth, circling their prey. Rolling and rumbling, emitting sounds of anger. Waiting for the right moment to unleash its ferocity upon the onlookers below.&lt;br /&gt;Great patience is needed for such a task. . . Minutes pass by. . . still keeping those waiting, expectant. Finally, word comes and the storm, capturing unawares, unleashes the beast within. leaving nothing behind but a tumultuous wake of chaos to any who may have survived.&lt;br /&gt;The storm dissipates, as if nothing was once there, nothing that could have ever caused this much damage. The survivors didn't know what hit them. All that was once chaotic is now calm and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded, how could something this bad have ever occurred? They never would have thought something this devastating could have happened to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-6092147130033707378?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/6092147130033707378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=6092147130033707378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6092147130033707378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6092147130033707378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-19-storms.html' title='December 19. Storms.'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-7432458348741164379</id><published>2008-12-10T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:50:10.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 December. A whirlwind of chaos</title><content type='html'>There seems to be an antagonist&lt;br /&gt;in the front door to my facade.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to extort my sanity;&lt;br /&gt;breaking me down to the last few threads&lt;br /&gt;that have somehow managed to hang on.&lt;br /&gt;Making me more vulnerable to the stress&lt;br /&gt;of the antagonism and other stressors of life.&lt;br /&gt;Evoking unwanted emotions,&lt;br /&gt;merging with pleasant feelings.&lt;br /&gt;concocting a whirlwind of mental and physical chaos.&lt;br /&gt;What is going on? Why won't the antagonist&lt;br /&gt;cease his attacks?&lt;br /&gt;I wish only to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;with some from of peace and my sanity&lt;br /&gt;to move on with things of happier light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please retreat from this facade,&lt;br /&gt;and leave me in peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-7432458348741164379?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/7432458348741164379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=7432458348741164379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7432458348741164379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7432458348741164379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-december-whirlwind-of-chaos.html' title='10 December. A whirlwind of chaos'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8068350592119989386</id><published>2008-12-09T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:42:37.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Dec. Anyone there?</title><content type='html'>It seems that I've got these enormous holes in the road to my future;&lt;br /&gt;concealing me from that which I want most.&lt;br /&gt;What are they? Where'd they come from?&lt;br /&gt;What is holding me back from crossing this first one?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll be consumed by the vast enveloping darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I can vaguely see what could be on the other side;&lt;br /&gt;It could be worth falling down and failing a few times for,&lt;br /&gt;to see what it could be, and what may be.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to run, and jump over this vast pothole&lt;br /&gt;but something is making me hesitant of reaching this goal;&lt;br /&gt;this worthwhile object.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just do like others and just go for it like there's no yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;What is it going to take to conquer these fears of mine?&lt;br /&gt;How can I overcome this hesitancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be anyone there for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8068350592119989386?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8068350592119989386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8068350592119989386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8068350592119989386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8068350592119989386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-dec-anyone-there.html' title='10 Dec. Anyone there?'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-9118073878287886446</id><published>2008-11-22T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:25:43.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 22. Please would you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey to whomever reads this, Please check this page out. My friend is having a hard time and was looking to see if anyone out there, our of the kindness of their heart would help him maybe get back on his feet. He is trying to raise some money to get a computer back so he can go back to school. Please check this out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People can read my story and chose if they want to donate or not.&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fmattrendo.chipin.com%2Fa-new-school-computer" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;http://mattrendo.chipin.com/a-n&lt;wbr&gt;ew-school-computer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I hope everyone has an amazing Thanksgiving break and week! I know I am going to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-9118073878287886446?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/9118073878287886446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=9118073878287886446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/9118073878287886446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/9118073878287886446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/11/nov-22-please-would-you.html' title='Nov 22. Please would you?'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5492255174811852961</id><published>2008-11-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:29:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 16. My own profoundness.  ON Nov 18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;DONT WORRY about it love.&lt;br /&gt;It will all work out.&lt;br /&gt;Get in your zone of amazingness and remember that God is there for you and He has a plan for you. &lt;br /&gt;You will not be stressed if you just remember that He loves you and Has something for you.&lt;br /&gt;I had some stressing stuff with scheduling as well b/c the times didn't work out for the classes I wanted to take for next semester. But I felt I should take some other class at a different time and thought:&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is His intervention and it made it much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it feels like satan is just trying to make a situation worse don't let him get down and just think and remember that it could be the lord helping you along the way to something that He needs you to do for him! that it is the Lord's way of intervening in your life and letting you know that you need to go somewhere else, because there is someones life you are supposed to influence. and He needs you to do His work, by being their angel.&lt;br /&gt;That it is the Lord's way of letting you know that you need to go somewhere else, because there is someones life you are supposed to be in and influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and He needs you to do His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW I wrote this while talking to a friend of mine the other day and realized, that instead of writing it for her, I was actually writing it for me. I was the one that needed to hear all of this. It still amazes me how I figure things out these days...&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-5492255174811852961?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5492255174811852961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5492255174811852961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5492255174811852961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5492255174811852961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/11/nov-16-my-own-profoundness-on-nov-18.html' title='Nov 16. My own profoundness.  ON Nov 18.'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8727511634576175545</id><published>2008-10-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:55:58.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31. Recent Development</title><content type='html'>I really am starting to kick myself in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;For the past many weeks, since I have been up here at school, and especially since my birthday on the 20 of This month, I have been having this thought that I need to call my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Did I call them the moment I had that thought???&lt;br /&gt;Heavens no. I had so much going on, and with school, my teaching calling, and other things in my life, I just thought I couldn't find the time to call them for at least a few minutes. Most of the time I would set a time to call them, but when that time came around I would forget, and it would be too late to call them when I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With recent development, I found out two days ago, that my grandmother, who is my dad's step-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;, went to the doctors the other day because she had jaundice, and this pain in her abdomen . . .&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, she has a mass between her liver and pancreas. She went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Huntsman's&lt;/span&gt; today for an appointment to see how big the mass was, what it contained, and how big the area it was that it is in. I don't really remember all of the details of what is going on, but my grandfather (my dad's dad, has diabetes and on set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;) can't be left alone for this reason, so my dad's little sister has been taking care of them. My aunt's husband's mother, the one that is taking care of my grandpa, is a nurse and was telling my aunt that cancer of the pancreas is a very serious thing and surgery. My grandma will have to go through chemotherapy after her surgery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mother and I were just talking today about how my Grandpa is taking this. He seems to be doing so well with everything that is going on, that it almost seems weird. For having his first wife die of breast cancer, and now his second having Pancreatic cancer you think that he would be doing worse, I know I wouldn't be handling this situation as well as he is right now. But, I guess you can say that he is a lot stronger than I am, considering he has lived almost 85 years, and I only 20; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has some experience with life on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, Right now I don't really want to think of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; of the things that might happen. I have not been to see my grandparents for almost a year and a half now, and. . . it saddens me that I have not had the opportunity to do so, especially now considering the situation.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, I know that my family will be praying and fasting for the Lord's will to be done, could you also keep my family in your prayers.... It would be much appreciated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8727511634576175545?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8727511634576175545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8727511634576175545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8727511634576175545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8727511634576175545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-31-recent-development.html' title='October 31. Recent Development'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5882697796035179138</id><published>2008-10-29T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:22:11.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 29. Closure is such a beautyful thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SQi3iq8Ff3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/z-5Hk1RjA8c/s1600-h/Grand+Cayon+Adventures+et.+all!+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262657970852167538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SQi3iq8Ff3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/z-5Hk1RjA8c/s200/Grand+Cayon+Adventures+et.+all!+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SQi25yA4syI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLM_PDusjTU/s1600-h/Grand+Cayon+Adventures+et.+all!+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262657268376711970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SQi25yA4syI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLM_PDusjTU/s200/Grand+Cayon+Adventures+et.+all!+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I finally told myself that I needed to get some closure on a few things from this summer....and it wasn't an easy task on my part. It definitely took me a few months to muster up the courage to get this to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had an issue with my failing self confidence lately, well okay pretty much for a very long time, and I was getting to the point to where I could do things with confidence this summer until my story happened this summer. Ever since then I have been so &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; on myself, and I keep letting myself believe that I wasn't worth what others kept insisting. I had this mind set that the reason why I couldn't get asked out on dates was that I was just not as worth it as the other girls I knew that were the ones being asked out. And just a recent time when I was with one of my friends from the beginning of college life, she said something to me, and I guess that is was what set me off on this course of action. She told me that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I keep forgetting that I am worth it, I am going to drive her to go crazy, because I AM fun, I AM smart, I AM cool, and Beautiful. All I lack is confidence, and it is easy to come by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think that this is what set me off yesterday. I realized that I was holding too much on to what really wasn't anything in the past, so that I couldn't go on and believe that I could have an amazing and HAPPY future. I had been dwelling too much in the past, and I wanted out so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I sought out my closure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was down at Jamba getting me a White Gummy smoothie, when I got it. I don't know how to describe it; it's like some switch was flipped down in the depths of my brain and everything just made sense, I felt so much......more happy. I guess it is what you can call a slim part of true happiness. I don't know what came over me. The last thing he said to me was: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good. Go be happy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ya that is really not that special of something to say, but the thing is, that's what I am really looking for; and I did &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; that. While I was walking the 6 or so blocks home, with a detour to the Post office, I felt so much more; I was so light. I usually never say hello to people as I am walking anywhere, and yesterday, I did just that; I said "Hi" or "Hello" to EVERYONE I walked past. I don't really know what it was that had/has overcome me, but I just feel like I can conquer the world now. I think that I have found my once lost confidence again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also noticed a change in the way I walk, I keep my head and eyes up as I am walking to class. I look people in the eye and say hello to them as we cross paths. I believe in myself, and that good things &lt;em&gt;can and will&lt;/em&gt; happen to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to open my eyes and see that there is something out here for me; there is somewhere for my feet to lead me to, and there is someone out there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9028933377316240971-5882697796035179138?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5882697796035179138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5882697796035179138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5882697796035179138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5882697796035179138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-29-closure-is-such-beautyful.html' title='October 29. Closure is such a beautyful thing!'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SQi3iq8Ff3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/z-5Hk1RjA8c/s72-c/Grand+Cayon+Adventures+et.+all!+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4629278850491581084</id><published>2008-10-23T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:30:49.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 23. Failing dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; The best we can be is really who we are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is usually through another person our needs are met.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Always remember you never know who's angel you are supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to prepare to be worthy and be ready to bless someones life, to be their angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it sure has been quite some time. I feel bad that I haven't written in a long time. I really have been in need of writing my thoughts down. I have just been so lost in the things of school and other peoples lives that I forgot about my own needs. I forgot that it is needed of me to write my thoughts down, or it all builds, and builds and builds up until that climatic moment when everything comes out at once....causing an avalanche of feelings and emotions to come out of the back of my mind like a tsunami to the front; bringing back painful, yet pleasing memories to me.&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the back drop of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cataclysmic tsunami occured just this last week. With my not paying attention to the voice in my head that told me to write down what I had been feeling and doing, my sisters problems in her family with her husband, her husbands family and her husbands work, I was more focusing in on that instead of what was at hand. I let myself get carried away thinking about and trying to solve others problems, I forget about my own. I guess in some minute way, that may be good, but it wasn't. I cried. I couldn't help the waterfall of unwanted tears that came rushing down my face. Though after the tsunami wave of emotion left, and with it the tears subsiding, I felt much better; knowing that I had relieved some of the enormous pressure that had been building up. And it also helped that one of my friends was around to help coach me through what I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I recently had some feelings come back to me that I thought were gone and never to return. I thought I was over him, but come to find out from recent knowledge, I keep comparing him to other guys that I could like, and do, but they don't match up to him. GAHHH why does this all have to be so complicated and involved. i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found out just this week from my mom talkin to the foot and ankle doctor back home in NV, who checked out my ankle from previous injuries, she was telling him that my ankle swells occasionaly after playing soccer, and from other activities...low and behold that is not good news at all. So when I go home for Thanksgiving I have to go to the doctor to get an MRI, to see if there is a hole in the ligament or what, and thus see if I will need to have surgery. But from recent activity and pain in my ankle these past couple weeks, I am pretty sure that the surgery is going to be a MOST LIKELY. And the only time it could happen would be over the three week Christmas break.... not fun at all. I will be on crutches. WOnderful. I guess you get to take the good with the bad....gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the angel in my life? Who is supposed to help me through my hard times, and trials? Will I ever know what would have happend if something had gone on with it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. My dreams are calling to me....I don't want to wake from them in the morning. I just want to stay asleep forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4629278850491581084?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4629278850491581084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4629278850491581084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4629278850491581084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4629278850491581084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-23-failing-dreams.html' title='October 23. Failing dreams'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4212925207325671515</id><published>2008-09-19T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:44:51.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19. Sulking</title><content type='html'>Friday night,&lt;br /&gt;THE night looked forward to all week,&lt;br /&gt;kicks me in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks worse than any day of the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Who in their right mind wants to stay IN their Effin appartment&lt;br /&gt;ON THE one night looked forward to in the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSer!&lt;br /&gt;I was out.&lt;br /&gt;I went walking around a park for an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Now the person i was with wanted to go home to bed....at 10.&lt;br /&gt;GAAHHHH what is up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go home!&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT want to but guess where I ended up?&lt;br /&gt;HOME ALLL ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Im sick of girls. I need some testosterone around me.&lt;br /&gt;I cant handle the girl thing anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, all the guys I would want to hang out with, are all at this lame faced&lt;br /&gt;party. Or are cool and actually go on dates.&lt;br /&gt;Which I am not apart of...&lt;br /&gt;But its cool.&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind not dating. I like being single. I just want to be in my comfort zone again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so comfortable around most guys...it's so much better than being around girls most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;girls just have so much drama.&lt;br /&gt;Which I am not a big fan of. I despise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow enough of my sulking. I am going&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4212925207325671515?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4212925207325671515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4212925207325671515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4212925207325671515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4212925207325671515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-19-sulking.html' title='September 19. Sulking'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4341931138243922056</id><published>2008-09-19T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:03:28.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19. Exhilaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SNP3cOyrrNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L07ItoitxSE/s1600-h/Around+Rexburg+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247810055195831506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SNP3cOyrrNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L07ItoitxSE/s200/Around+Rexburg+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So School is going most wonderfully as it could ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have the usual homework load, which is completely fine with me, except a bit of it is minuscule.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love both my Physical Geology and my Astronomy classes. I have learned so much in them already. I LOVE IT!!! It feels so good to be back in the learning mode. I sure have missed all of this. Being on campus, in a place that is so cute and quaint, being in classes that start with prayers EVERY beginning of a class. This is all so amazing! I feel so blessed to be one of the ones to come here and earn my education.&lt;br /&gt;So my dance class, which is just a social dance class, we have learned quite a few moves for the Fox Trot, and some single time swing moves. It is so much fun! We have to switch partners after practicing our moves for a few minutes, then we move on continually to dance with different people. I have found a few guys that I dance well with, where we both compliment each other.&lt;br /&gt;OH but yesterday towards the end of my class, I was dancing with this guy that was just about a foot taller than me, and we were trying to figure out the new swing move that our teacher showed us, and he didn't get his hands in the right position, so when I came over to face him after a belly roll, his left arm came down and he elbowed me in the upper lip. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it swelling right soon after he did it. 8( I tried my best to not make a big deal about it so he wouldn't feel worse than he already did. But thankfully it happened with only 8 minutes of class left. Fortunately it was my last class...So I came home and put ice on it right away.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I went down the street half a block to Stetson Carroll's house to make dinner for our dinner group, it had gone down a little. But by the end of our dinner group, it was pretty much gone. I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night for my astronomy class we have 5 projects that he wants for us to do, and two of mine require using the telescope on top of the Romney Building, where our class is held. I've never actually looked through a telescope that big!!! It was so.....so....Profound! It was so exhilarating! Ah man, It was like seeing for the first time! and it was, I have never really gotten to look at Jupiter that close to see its moons, I have only seen pictures. THIS was forever a &lt;em&gt;MILLION times&lt;/em&gt; better than a photograph...It is so amazing! I want a telescope. I will have one when I am able to afford a good one. I love this class. I am soooooooo SOOOO glad that I got a chance to take this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am off to go and attend to those things that need attending to. Such as homework, tests, and socializing....all that jazz. PEACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4341931138243922056?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4341931138243922056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4341931138243922056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4341931138243922056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4341931138243922056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-19-exhilaration.html' title='September 19. Exhilaration'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SNP3cOyrrNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L07ItoitxSE/s72-c/Around+Rexburg+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8770342061927135584</id><published>2008-09-10T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:01:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOre pictures from the afternoon of 9/6/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYxk4C08I/AAAAAAAAADw/fu1LPev8z7w/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244469006064341954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYxk4C08I/AAAAAAAAADw/fu1LPev8z7w/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYyMXzj1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/nbMUEz8Nvh4/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244469016666541906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYyMXzj1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/nbMUEz8Nvh4/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYyR3t39I/AAAAAAAAAEA/3qcAwnHrvyg/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244469018142564306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYyR3t39I/AAAAAAAAAEA/3qcAwnHrvyg/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYyhm12_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/l41X3GwYemc/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244469022366751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYyhm12_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/l41X3GwYemc/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9028933377316240971-8770342061927135584?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8770342061927135584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8770342061927135584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8770342061927135584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8770342061927135584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-pictures-from-afternoon-of-9608.html' title='MOre pictures from the afternoon of 9/6/08'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMgYxk4C08I/AAAAAAAAADw/fu1LPev8z7w/s72-c/micaEFYwedding.school+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8177528413778714318</id><published>2008-09-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:29:45.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some college pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMcwjLRUeJI/AAAAAAAAADo/U6t_cqaPZpw/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244213671975221394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMcwjLRUeJI/AAAAAAAAADo/U6t_cqaPZpw/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMcuVVmUX_I/AAAAAAAAADg/UFgOnOEgk2o/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211235206225906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMcuVVmUX_I/AAAAAAAAADg/UFgOnOEgk2o/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMcuEd0QPSI/AAAAAAAAADY/L7HUiBuAJcc/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244210945354382626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMcuEd0QPSI/AAAAAAAAADY/L7HUiBuAJcc/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMctkna1_SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ilWADhG9BsM/s1600-h/micaEFYwedding.school+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244210398176345378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMctkna1_SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ilWADhG9BsM/s200/micaEFYwedding.school+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9028933377316240971-8177528413778714318?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8177528413778714318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8177528413778714318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8177528413778714318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8177528413778714318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-college-pictures.html' title='some college pictures'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SMcwjLRUeJI/AAAAAAAAADo/U6t_cqaPZpw/s72-c/micaEFYwedding.school+179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-7605937220486541278</id><published>2008-09-05T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:57:57.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 5. Our Nation. (old poem...)</title><content type='html'>A nation at war.&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering;&lt;br /&gt;going into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for something,&lt;br /&gt;Protection? Life?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Freedom?&lt;br /&gt;From what? for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A once carefully planned government,&lt;br /&gt;Presently hanging by a thread.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;What should we really be fighting?&lt;br /&gt;For the lives of those dear to us,&lt;br /&gt;or the ever changing government?&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, taking away or altering the&lt;br /&gt;Constitution for their benefit&lt;br /&gt;taking away our rights.&lt;br /&gt;Who should you be more worried about?&lt;br /&gt;Those who want to destory us as people?&lt;br /&gt;Or the Government who seeks to control everything,&lt;br /&gt;whether in our nation, or others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should we really be fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;We should seek to correct damages done to our Nation and Government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before,&lt;/em&gt; seeing to the needs of other nations&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-7605937220486541278?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/7605937220486541278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=7605937220486541278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7605937220486541278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7605937220486541278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-5-our-nation-old-poem.html' title='September 5. Our Nation. (old poem...)'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-678499959397596366</id><published>2008-09-05T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:52:22.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 5. Letting you in</title><content type='html'>thoughts of you are brought back to my concious thinking, by the smallest things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like sometthing you once said, said by someone else, which triggers the converstations we had when you said these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories... carried from one to the next. . . playing on the screen in my mind. . . the first time I saw you and the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put into words all the things going through my mind. . . wants. . .wishes. . . fears. happiness. . .questions about you, your feelings; unable to word them to ask. . . questions float away never returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he really like me as much as he says he does? This is one thing I am afraid of; what might happen if I let someone in and gain my heart. I don't know what to do...If I do let someone in what will happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-678499959397596366?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/678499959397596366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=678499959397596366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/678499959397596366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/678499959397596366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-5-letting-you-in.html' title='September 5. Letting you in'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-9211334072701411868</id><published>2008-09-05T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:36:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>An old poem that I found lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Sunrise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors depicted into her mind,&lt;br /&gt;The Sun rising, shinning from behind&lt;br /&gt;The sight flooding into her memory,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how perfect it is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Capturing sight, remembering it for later,&lt;br /&gt;this sight so vivid, sh can see it on blank paper.&lt;br /&gt;She goes to work creating what was seen,&lt;br /&gt;her strokes are so pure and pristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her memory, the beauty begins to form&lt;br /&gt;into what she had seen on that great morn.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it will soon be complete&lt;br /&gt;to finish this, will become a great feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her once stored memory, done for all to see,&lt;br /&gt;has been bought, taken away for a great fee.&lt;br /&gt;She'll always be remembered for that great sight,&lt;br /&gt;of the sun's rays and colors shining so bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-9211334072701411868?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/9211334072701411868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=9211334072701411868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/9211334072701411868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/9211334072701411868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine.'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5525099288585461438</id><published>2008-09-02T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:42:53.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2. Keep On.</title><content type='html'>Here is yet another song that has helped me get through hard times....&lt;br /&gt;Becky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maag&lt;/span&gt; is so amazing! I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beckers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep treading that hill till you're done.&lt;br /&gt;I said keep on, keep on treading that hill till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;when it feels like you're the only one that remains treading up that hill while everybody complains just keep on, keep on treading on.&lt;br /&gt;keep holding up that head till you're done.&lt;br /&gt;I said keep on, keep on holding up that head till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;When those piercing words try to to shoot you down and you're feeling like a lead-infested goose on the ground, just keep on, keep on, holding on. you might say, Why should I make life harder on me?&lt;br /&gt;or How is this gonna even profit me? But just keep on, keep on then you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding strong till you're done. When it feels like you're carrying too heavy a load and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every body's&lt;/span&gt; left for you to do it alone just keep on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; on holding strong. you might say, Why should I make life harder on me? or, How is this gonna even profit me?&lt;br /&gt;But just keep on, keep on then you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Keep singing this song till you're done. I said keep on, keep on singing this song till you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WHen&lt;/span&gt; the voice of the adversary's calling your name turn the other way don't you play that game.&lt;br /&gt;I said keep on keep on singing on. Oh I said keep on, keep on singing on."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-5525099288585461438?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5525099288585461438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5525099288585461438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5525099288585461438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5525099288585461438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-2-keep-on.html' title='September 2. Keep On.'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-2415839868863565238</id><published>2008-09-02T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:32:15.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2. Arms To Find.</title><content type='html'>Becky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maag&lt;/span&gt; has it so right.... I miss my married, mother of a child, friendsey-friend.&lt;br /&gt;This song has so much meaning for me, and I am sure for her, but&lt;br /&gt;it has hit me in so many ways unexplainable.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its a long trip to the back of your mind and you won't give in.&lt;br /&gt;but the air's so thick with all of your fears  I can breathe you in.&lt;br /&gt;You hid all your thoughts in a cardboard box but it broke when the time came in.&lt;br /&gt;Now they're sprawled on the sand and now I understand why you held it in.&lt;br /&gt;Please find your way to these arms that are open to comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stitched&lt;/span&gt; up your wings the best way that I know so that you may fly.&lt;br /&gt;And if the thread doesn't hold don't you worry at all, you've got arms to find.&lt;br /&gt;The scars on your heart are reopened with memories of pain you've felt, but the advocate dear is ever so near; you've got arms to find.&lt;br /&gt;please find your way to these arms that are open to comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please recall the time when joy filled your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please renew that time and let it fill your life.&lt;br /&gt;And if it never did then let it do so now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're struggling you've got arms to help you out today.&lt;br /&gt;Please find your ways to these arms that are open to comfort you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-2415839868863565238?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/2415839868863565238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=2415839868863565238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/2415839868863565238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/2415839868863565238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-2-arms-to-find.html' title='September 2. Arms To Find.'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-7221064939688205624</id><published>2008-08-30T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:29:26.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 30. Crash And Burn</title><content type='html'>OUch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I finally got my last dirt bike ride in before I went up to school.&lt;br /&gt;What a day and ride.&lt;br /&gt;First, my Dad and I went to my Uncle's house to help him stain his deck, then we took him with us to go riding out in the boonies behind the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Man if there ever was a term for being dusted out worse than fog, that sure was what we had going. Most of the trails were horribly dusty,  and rocky in some places.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I haven't been riding for at least 3 months, and I wasn't used to this area very much.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOooooo I just got what I deserved I guess.  I ended up on my LEFT side every freakin time I biffed it. I pretty much lost count at 8 times down. More than half, were when I was going down a hill. I almost rolled feet over head down this one where I really scratched up my arm. 8)&lt;br /&gt;My father kept getting at me because I wasn't utilizing my clutch as much I should have.&lt;br /&gt;WHat do you expect when he and my uncle took me on some really hard stuff? Ya i did finally learn and got a bit more comfortable, into my groove by the end.&lt;br /&gt;I just had a few confidence issues on some hills UP and DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;Man. We went through some pretty narly tree trails, and on this one time when we were coming back we had to make our own trails. I ended up going through a few trees I THOUGHT my dad went through, but he didn't; so this is where the tree attacked my arm and shoulder and helmet.&lt;br /&gt;Pertty cool scratches.  HA.&lt;br /&gt;And a few bruises on my legs... I am glad that I didn't die though. I came close to it going up a few rocky steep, rutted hills...I thought I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. SOre, alive, and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;Yet to live another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-7221064939688205624?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/7221064939688205624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=7221064939688205624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7221064939688205624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7221064939688205624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-30-crash-and-burn.html' title='August 30. Crash And Burn'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5469466404926367895</id><published>2008-08-29T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:06:36.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 29. Finally giving it up</title><content type='html'>A final development of a long past feeling has finally come to breach my minds vault.&lt;br /&gt;It is finally going to take place, I don't care how much anyone is against it.&lt;br /&gt;It is what I feel needs to happen right now.&lt;br /&gt;It needs to be given up for me to remain sane.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure if anyone is reading this you are very clueless at to what I am getting at....you ready.?&lt;br /&gt;I am swearing off anything that deals with guys, other than friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking the words: dating, relationships, marriage, and quite frankly, "falling in love" out of my vocabulary until like 3 years or so from now.&lt;br /&gt;Life I think can be more pleasant for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that something will happen to where I will wonder why, but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth being hurt over and over and OVER again, with the same outcome.&lt;br /&gt;I've faced it.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to terms with what my future may not hold.&lt;br /&gt;WIth this realization, I have felt peace.&lt;br /&gt;Please try to otherwise convince me, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;It will be like trying to get a tow rope through the eye of a needle.&lt;br /&gt;Inconceivable.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to break down and give into conformity.&lt;br /&gt;I will think about changing my views, when I feel it is time to.&lt;br /&gt;So long broken heart; so long jerks who all want to say things and not mean them or do what they say they will do, goodbye wanting to want happiness with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Hello to living a happier life, without worry, confusion, and on to a happy single life.&lt;br /&gt;you may be thinking, otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your time i so convieniantly wasted.&lt;br /&gt;8) have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-5469466404926367895?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5469466404926367895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5469466404926367895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5469466404926367895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5469466404926367895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-29-finally-giving-it-up.html' title='August 29. Finally giving it up'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1694073902034214723</id><published>2008-08-28T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:17:52.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST 28.  Lived Learned loved lost</title><content type='html'>You know it seems to be relentless.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I haven't ever been asked on a date&lt;br /&gt;(one I classify as the three P's : paired off, paid for, planned.)&lt;br /&gt;Let alone been on one.&lt;br /&gt;WHen the many flocks of people have found this out,&lt;br /&gt;They can't help but make a huge thing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can see where they are coming from, but&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten past the fact I don't get asked out on any dates.&lt;br /&gt;I like being single, don't get me wrong, but it would be nice to have something more so.&lt;br /&gt;to have someone there who really cares about you and what happens to you,&lt;br /&gt;genuinely; not just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a few 'dates'  if you want to call them that.&lt;br /&gt;Group dates, where I have had some part in paying either half, or more than half of the cost.&lt;br /&gt;What is it with guys and them not asking me on dates?&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have the right to ask this....What is their problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case been so far as that a few of my guy 'friends', after finding out I haven't been on a date&lt;br /&gt;have told me that they would take me on one....yet they never seem to be able to follow through with it.  Why is that? WHy can't they promise something and follow through with it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it TOO much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering and coming to the conclusion that it is something wrong with me. BUt a wise friend of mine told me that it is only right a very small part of the time. The other part is when It is some other factor, or someone elses problem. And she even went on to say that she hopes Heavenly Father has something big in store for me since I haven't had the little experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I would want to have those small ones, dates, to progress a bit and then be able to know what I want to look for and have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE. LEARN. LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1694073902034214723?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1694073902034214723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1694073902034214723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1694073902034214723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1694073902034214723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-28-lived-learned-loved-lost.html' title='AUGUST 28.  Lived Learned loved lost'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8394385545002698859</id><published>2008-08-26T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:30:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug. 26. Contemplating at work</title><content type='html'>In it all today,&lt;br /&gt;these last few weeks I have had lots of time to think to myself&lt;br /&gt;about endless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that came to me today,&lt;br /&gt;stuck with me all day,&lt;br /&gt;and wouldn't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes you don't realize what you had or could have been, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until you don't have it anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8394385545002698859?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8394385545002698859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8394385545002698859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8394385545002698859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8394385545002698859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/aug-26-contemplating-at-work.html' title='Aug. 26. Contemplating at work'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-6936751951861679146</id><published>2008-08-26T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:01:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 26. Anxiously Awaiting</title><content type='html'>So&lt;br /&gt;School is fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;For some their time has already come to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I am already missing them.&lt;br /&gt;What to do these last 11 days without those here to be with.&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down the days, hours, and minutes until my time comes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be up in Rexburg to see all of my friends I haven't seen in such a long time,&lt;br /&gt;others only 4-5 months, but still a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working.&lt;br /&gt;I will be working until the day before I leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;September 6 is the day I leave.&lt;br /&gt;Happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get up there and get settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RExBURG&lt;br /&gt;Here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-6936751951861679146?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/6936751951861679146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=6936751951861679146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6936751951861679146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6936751951861679146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-26-anxiously-awaiting.html' title='August 26. Anxiously Awaiting'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1625306601094017632</id><published>2008-08-21T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:16:55.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 21. The battle for my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this circle is fiction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, it stands with the greatest fear, that somehow communicating will end us all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as we hollow the purpose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it would seem life is simply about just moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of learning to love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been thinking about just giving you right up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and forgetting your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you know there's more to this than that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swore i would never love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not before white dresses and better luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but here we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart is wrung from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as we center the focus we can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your life is simply about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just getting over me and on with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that this will all work out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but somehow &lt;strong&gt;your fear leaves you in doubt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the place where all your past wont let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your best friends believe me and that's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i never loved them so how do i convince myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are worth letting go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over the years i loved them but they never loved back;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and here we are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in this moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then she says that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you even hear the words my heart is telling you tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why must the coldness in your heart speak through your eyes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy in tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The battle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet another perfect description of my life as it is right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1625306601094017632?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1625306601094017632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1625306601094017632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1625306601094017632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1625306601094017632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-21-battle-for-my-heart.html' title='August 21. The battle for my heart'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-6245449024409801785</id><published>2008-08-21T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:16:48.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 21. The sum of all my fears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;today i just don't know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that's the hardest part of letting go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my fear is chasing me down empty halls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have no clue of what to think or feel at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know time will let us go so i need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than you'll ever know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i waited two days and my body couldn't wait anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i saw you and i knew i knew for sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because seeing you was the best part of today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want to hold you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to give it all away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know time will let us go so i need you baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than you'll ever know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wrote letters in hopes that you could see my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry for letting my hands precede your part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm exactly where i hate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am the sum of all my years;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm learning, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm learning to FEAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to fear the stars and the ONE who made them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's where all learning begins, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you realize love can only come through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joy In Tomorrow: The heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums up everything I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;so simple, yet so deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-6245449024409801785?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/6245449024409801785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=6245449024409801785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6245449024409801785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6245449024409801785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-21-sum-of-all-my-fears.html' title='August 21. The sum of all my fears.'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-3794012619069987212</id><published>2008-08-19T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:47:51.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 19. Ceaseless cares.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost in thought with a world that ceases to spin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Endless attacks of negativity assaulting the hippocampus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forcing her minds' movie to reel back and forth through time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the world and endless planets revolve around their gravitational pull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is this unseen force that causes her mind, body, soul, and life to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gravitate around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the driving force behind it all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and what keeps it going??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the attacks of negativity cease their attempt to bore abyssal holes into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her mind, it is replaced by the welcoming optimism; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;showering her planet with unfathomable beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the meteor showers at dusk, memories that almost stop time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slowing it down enough to capture her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and give her something to forever cherish in the Eternities to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lost in the gift of ceaseless beauty of her mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-3794012619069987212?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/3794012619069987212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=3794012619069987212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3794012619069987212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3794012619069987212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-19-ceaseless-cares.html' title='August 19. Ceaseless cares.'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1714545259526888198</id><published>2008-08-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:38:54.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 19. Which fork in the road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing the light so clearly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reassuring the thoughts and feelings previously felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But an obstruction to her sight seems to come at times when things start to become discouraging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A stumbling block seems to ALWAYS pop out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like daisies in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; of spring;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always catching or attempting to catch her unawares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emanates&lt;/span&gt; from things she tries to do or thinks about doing.&lt;br /&gt;But the light seems to come back intermittently;&lt;br /&gt;going away as well, the same it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is she right in thinking what she thinks is right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or should she be thinking or feeling something different than she does?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should she continue going with what could happen, or just for what's there today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion; the Unknown; all things become hazy.&lt;br /&gt;This must be brought on through He, who can NOT have the same joy she feels.&lt;br /&gt;Is this all a ploy to have her second guess herself when she knows it's right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What path does she take now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1714545259526888198?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1714545259526888198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1714545259526888198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1714545259526888198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1714545259526888198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-19-which-fork-in-road.html' title='August 19. Which fork in the road?'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-902778312116017477</id><published>2008-08-17T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:06:55.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 17. Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Making Believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Pictures Flooding Into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      My Mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Captivated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Sitting Motionless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Mezmorized By Pictures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost In The Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-902778312116017477?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/902778312116017477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=902778312116017477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/902778312116017477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/902778312116017477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-17-memories.html' title='August 17. Memories'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-3999226815964328223</id><published>2008-08-17T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:53:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 17.  Opptimistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Am I forgetting others and focusing on my needs only? I may sometimes but honestly I feel I care more for others than I do about myself sometimes. Okay, most of the time I forget to take care of my needs. I get so wrapped up in wanting to help and FIX others problems, to be in some form of control! MY mind gets so lost in trying to figure out how to help others I forget that I have my own I need to attend to as well. I think, and am pretty sure, that this is my my sharing of my problems has become so difficult for me and end up bottling it all up; hoping that if no one would notice, I would forget about them myself and somehow magically they would go away. But what is left unsaid, or unwritten, festers and continues to build until I Break Down. This happened more than a few times at school this last semester and I realized that I DO have people I can talk to. That was when I started seeking to not let the storm become uncontrollable. I am getting better. I have finally found a balance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                  ANYWHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am one of those people&lt;br /&gt;                   God has molded in His hands&lt;br /&gt;                                           to be His instrument&lt;br /&gt;                                                              and do His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             I have met sooooo many people&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           and have either only known them for&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         minutes,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                   months,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                               etc.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           and have no clue why I met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know though, that there was a purpose and is a purpose to EVERYTHING in this life.&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                      I have the gift of unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;               I think that this is why I have met and helped so many people for a season,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; because my God, my Savior, had a reason for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back through my short 20 years of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can see all the lives I've touched and have been touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     I can see it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        I was ALWAYS told I had this special spirit and light about me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     that my testimony is soooo strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     I have finally see what they see in ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;          I am becoming who I am and was foreordained to become; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         With bumps and bruises along the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   I am making it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   And I am seeking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    reaching out to those who I see need my love and help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;              I have seen this love, work, and help with a friend of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was such a good kid, still was through high school, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he just made some choices he shouldn't have, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I kept after him; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       Letting him know that I loved him as a friend and heavenly brother, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cared about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't want to lose him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    And with all that persistence and maybe from others as well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; he is now going on a mission! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   You have no IDEA how happy and proud of him that made me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so full of JOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I think that that was how Heavenly Father feels when we, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His children, take a step closer to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can feel it, through His love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  EVERYTHING in existence and around us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  was given to us because He loves us so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  We will be forever in and Eternally in Debt to Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all that He's done, does, and will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        Seek to always be the slow one who hangs behind to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encourage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Uplift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who cannot on their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do as Christ would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-3999226815964328223?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/3999226815964328223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=3999226815964328223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3999226815964328223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3999226815964328223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-17-opptimistic.html' title='August 17.  Opptimistic'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-7184462565794372994</id><published>2008-07-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:23:09.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncanny abilities</title><content type='html'>So I had a most amazing conversation this last night.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly it was in the Smith's grocery parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked about some of the things I left out of my writing ,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I just wasn't really ready for him to hear or read what I had&lt;br /&gt;written about him and a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though here are a few things that I now remember that I wanted to bring up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That what I wrote about, my self-esteem, losing things, time, and eyes, these are all tied together, and are actually all about him. I am afraid of telling him some things about myself because I don't know what his reaction will be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have had some good things in life and then have seen them go away after I found them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just afraid of losing this good thing that I have right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one thing that I brought up to him in a way, that "I want to just go to sleep and never wake up from the dream I wish I was living." the one where all that I had in that dreams was good and I never lost it; it grew, I helped it grow continually into something more than I thought was conceivable.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I was thinking about this all last night before I went to bed and dreamed on it as well; I came to the conclusion that when I do realize that I may have something going for me with someone or even a chance, I hold on, I hold on tightly. Because I don't want to lose what I have.&lt;br /&gt;Though thinking about it, this is where the comparison comes in with sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you hold on to sand in your hand too tight, trying keep it from slipping away, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it does just that, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slips through your fingers unwantingly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there is nothing that you can do about it either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you can do is watch it slip out of your fingers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess that I just need to start loosening my grip on the sand, and what I have; maybe it will stay longer with me. Maybe, just maybe it will continue to flourish and become the something that I have longed for all these years, and turn into the thing that I have searched for and have been told that could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wish I could tell him all this WHILE I am with him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has this uncanny ability of making me nervous, full of fluttering butterflies, and I lose all that was on my mind, because it would then be filled with things of him, or nothing there at all, with this overwhelming feeling of comfort and .....peace.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel so much more different than some others that I have been around.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, but I like it, I love the way I feel when I am with or around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel my light shine brighter when he is near.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to have faith that what ever the Lord has in store for me, will happen, be fine, and all will work out for the best in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to see the bigger pickature......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-7184462565794372994?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/7184462565794372994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=7184462565794372994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7184462565794372994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7184462565794372994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/uncanny-abilities.html' title='Uncanny abilities'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-8205560453907155720</id><published>2008-07-25T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:01:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit about me...</title><content type='html'>Level 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked shisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;() Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person ---not like WAY older 3-4 yrs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School- oh man, high school sucked, and I still do it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Spain-No but I want to someday. Galicia!&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;() Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers - man, Knee surgerys are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Snow Angel -Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone mudding -- ON four-wheeler and Dirt bike yes....&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Sledging -- what the crap is sledging??&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game -ehehehe fun stuff&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School -- i fell asleep all the time in high school and a few of my classes now..psha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 23&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 26&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;() Been Robbed / Vandalized --&lt;br /&gt;() Been cheated on --&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest - poetry contest&lt;br /&gt;() Been Suspended From School --&lt;br /&gt;() Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident -- Not a very bad one though, MANY dirt bike wrecks...hehehe they are fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night-- all last semester...many a time&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight -- with some roomies, and out at the sand dunes with my younger cousins...we are weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 33&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look --okay who hasn't at least once?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes-- if you know me, you know this well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 37&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud -- It feels goooood! I love mud!&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost -- quite a few times...&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean -- yeah, and the water was cold!&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep-- wont go there...&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Coloured With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers -- who doesn't? if you don't then you are not real....&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke --&lt;br /&gt;( x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins-- hahah track meets.....pft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 46&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't -- gaaahhh...yes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls -- haha yeah,&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose --&lt;br /&gt;() Kissed In The Rain -- nope, but I most deffinately want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles - still love to, so relaxing&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere --mmmm fires.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 53&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 55&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;( x) Worn Pearls-- tried them on for like a min&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Off A Bridge --so want to, I almost did, thanks REECE&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina" -- hahahaha. don't ask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube -- stupid ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes -- Yup! Guy shirst and shoes are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top -- Yes'sa. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 60&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs --&lt;br /&gt;( x) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel-- boooyaa! Adrenaline rush..and I am a junkie for that...&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 63&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree --&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been scared to Watch Scary Films Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 67&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;( x) Visited Jail-- field trip, not been in. I dont know if that was the meaning but I just made it the meaning...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 69&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on -- stupid little kiddie pools...&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger- weird&lt;br /&gt;() Broken A Bone --&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused -- uh- huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 73&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later - Deep sea fishin, and all fishin...&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one -- *pukes* are you kidding? what the???&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Butterfly -- yes, moths were fun too, and then tearing their wings off....sad but true I was and am still a bully&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried-- Pamela...wow yes&lt;br /&gt;( x) Cried So Hard You Laughed--- Last semester...WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 77&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mooned/Flashed Someone -- my sisters....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You - Oh man. gross!&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test -- yes...I know...&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name --yes, and sometimes it's on purpose....&lt;br /&gt;( ) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 82&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster-- um who hasn't?? Adrenaline rush!!&lt;br /&gt;() Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;() Black-Mailed Someone--&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 84&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs -- oh my gosh! all last semester my 7:45am class...it was horrible, just about every day I had that class it sucked!&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone-- many times....my roomie made me mad, and just for the heck of it on the shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone-- yup...little kids' faces, my sisters hand...i am weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR : 88&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain ??? mmm no.&lt;br /&gt;( x) Flattened someones tires-- hehe Bike tires...my little sister...hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on-&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got five dollars or less worth of gas-- I am poor...what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 91&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-8205560453907155720?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/8205560453907155720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=8205560453907155720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8205560453907155720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/8205560453907155720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/bit-about-me.html' title='A Bit about me...'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-7927340708521488916</id><published>2008-07-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:04:27.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Flavors</title><content type='html'>My uncle was telling me the other day,&lt;br /&gt;that finding someone to date or marry is like finding your favorite or the best Ice cream flavor.&lt;br /&gt;When you find the one that you like and know is the best kind,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really have to try looking for another flavor.  You know that the kind you have is the best and you don't have to try another to see if it is. You can but, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;You can keep the flavor you have and make it through life just as well as if you tried a few different ones, and stuck with the one that was the best.&lt;br /&gt;Its conceivable that I have found my flavor of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-7927340708521488916?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/7927340708521488916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=7927340708521488916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7927340708521488916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7927340708521488916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/ice-cream-flavors.html' title='Ice Cream Flavors'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-469703075711822176</id><published>2008-07-23T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:58:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;What if time were to slow down? What would happen?&lt;br /&gt;WOuld we stop moving completely, if it was to be stopped, or if slowed down would we move just as slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are running on a biological clock. Which time controls...But do they all run close to the same pace?&lt;br /&gt;How are we all interconnected? IF so, is this how we find the ones we are to love and know for our lives, whether they be friends or more than friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always seem that everything I want or wish to happen happens at other times than I would like?&lt;br /&gt;Father time,&lt;br /&gt;oh how I wish you would slow your hands to make these moments last.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of  this actually being possible&lt;br /&gt;brings me great comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to trust God.&lt;br /&gt;Trust myself, and have faith as well.&lt;br /&gt;I know that THIS will work out.&lt;br /&gt;I need to gain a little more confidence in myself and know that I am capable of being.&lt;br /&gt;That I need to have a little more patience in myself and let things grow.&lt;br /&gt;It is not like it is just going to be there over night or in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;SO let it grow, Help it grow. Keep doing what is right and You will know what to do when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-469703075711822176?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/469703075711822176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=469703075711822176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/469703075711822176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/469703075711822176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1924620462795270717</id><published>2008-07-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:40:02.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Father time please get arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;     Slow your hands&lt;br /&gt;    they move to fast&lt;br /&gt;      I want to make this moment last..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I think I may have found one with whom I may converse and confide in...&lt;br /&gt;I have have been given a light.&lt;br /&gt;One that I have never before set my eyes upon.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that only good may come of this,&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see as to what will come of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1924620462795270717?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1924620462795270717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1924620462795270717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1924620462795270717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1924620462795270717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/light.html' title='A light'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-7170639499653172527</id><published>2008-07-19T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:56:29.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafting-ness</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from a three day trip to Riggins, ID for our churches Young Single Adult activity. It was one of the most amazing, radtastical, trips I have been on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just going with a bunch of people your age and having that much fun on the river and rafting. The BeST&lt;br /&gt;I was with the "late group". We left around 7:45 Nevada time with 18 people to two vehicles, and we were on our way to the Place of amazingness. The trip that was supposed to only take about 6-7 hours, took us almost 12. We arrived at the place we were supposed to be at about 5: freakin 30 in the morning. We had to get up around 7. So we had about a 2 hour nap if that, on tarps laid out on the grass....wow. But it was pretty cool to sleep under what was left of the stars, the sun was coming up as we were lying out on the grass.  SO... we started out playing lots of frisbee waitin for another group that was coming with us that wasn't from Nevada. We got into our boats and started down the river.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun. The first 11ish miles were filled with very much water fighting. IT was stupendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was  sad to leave this morning. It was an extreemely beautyful place...I missed how slow the day went by on Friday. It was most intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;I had the best day ever!!&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was even better. Lots of exciting things happened as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another day.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-7170639499653172527?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/7170639499653172527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=7170639499653172527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7170639499653172527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/7170639499653172527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/rafting-ness.html' title='Rafting-ness'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-979810021502819146</id><published>2008-07-15T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:25:55.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>So I got this phone call the other night from someone that has been ignoring me for the past two and a half months after I had one of our friends told him I didn't want to talk to him anymore. Then he called last night wanting to talk to me and tell me why he pushed me away and never talked to me. Though since I was working 12 hours today and had to get up at 4am when he called at 11 was not so fun. He left me a few messages...which were all broken up and didn't really make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ... lost. I realized today as I sat pulling weed after weed for 4 hours, that I really liked him when we were actually talking and speaking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Since he has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ostracising me, there were more that a few times when I really needed someone to talk to; he was the one that I was able to talk to without hesitation, and feel comfortable with it, and he would completely understand and help me through it. And now I don't have anyone, well I do, but still....I miss what we used to have, just our friendship. Why? Where did all that go in such a short time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I wish I could make it all better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Though I don't have control over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-979810021502819146?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/979810021502819146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=979810021502819146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/979810021502819146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/979810021502819146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-got-this-phone-call-other-night.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1231721684537423752</id><published>2008-07-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:27:25.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>These las&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t few days I have been painting away to all my littler hearts content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the magnificent color of safety yellow, slathering all the paint we can all over barricades, poles and hand rails, I had the most wonderful privilege of painting fire hydrant red. This color is one of the most vibrant red I have ever painted.&lt;br /&gt;Though the thought has occured to me, even though I love to paint, painting the same colors reptitiously and having to be out in the heat of the day, with no shade except quite a bit away from where we are painting...I have found I am starting to not really like to paint.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to happen because I love painting and want to keep up my artisic-nesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is daunting. I don't like going to work at that nasty smelly mill. 8) I don't know how my father has done it for these past many years. Everytime I walk up the stairs in to where the ball mills are the smell still almost knocks me off my feet. People keep telling me that you will get used to it...I don't think I ever will. Especially going near the float where they separate the gold from the other things that are in the process, that place has one horrific smell of its own. I can't seem to remove the smell of the mill from me and my hair. It is going to take some time before school to get it off me. I am throwing away the clothes or bagging them up to use next year.&lt;br /&gt;I am never wearing them unless I am working at the mine again.&lt;br /&gt;We are starting a new schedule at work, and I am really not looking forward to getting up earlier than I usually do, but if it means making money and getting another day off with the same hours, I guess I can suck it up and handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1231721684537423752?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1231721684537423752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1231721684537423752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1231721684537423752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1231721684537423752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-las-t-few-days-i-have-been.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-4777622423762346399</id><published>2008-07-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:34:38.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;It’s never going to stop&lt;br /&gt;from coming down hard at you&lt;br /&gt;watching it plummet to the earth beneath us&lt;br /&gt;soundlessly, covering the ground with a cold wet blanket&lt;br /&gt;Standing in huddles, hands and faces frozen&lt;br /&gt;it comes down harder, with a force to knock you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Falling faster, like its never going to end&lt;br /&gt;being encircled with a cold embrace&lt;br /&gt;coming upon you like predator on prey&lt;br /&gt;trying to capture you in its cold hard grip&lt;br /&gt;falling endlessly, never coming to an end...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sitting here, wondering where I need to go next.&lt;br /&gt;Coming upon fork after fork in the road, taking them by intuition.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where they are going to take me.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I am making the right choices to lead me to my most final destination.&lt;br /&gt;Always having a prayer in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;so I can know I am doing the right, asking for reassurance,&lt;br /&gt;And I continue to go on my Journey through life, making choices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds flowing, going on into the eternities;&lt;br /&gt;like the ocean, never ending.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, watching the clouds roll into different&lt;br /&gt;shapes, making new blobs of fluff.&lt;br /&gt;Creating new emotions.&lt;br /&gt;It’s dark outside, bringing tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;making me feel sad, for a moment&lt;br /&gt;then able to realize how beautiful the land is after it rains.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone, enjoying the scenery,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to never return to the fast life&lt;br /&gt;I was once apart of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running through life&lt;br /&gt;Going down&lt;br /&gt;memory lane;&lt;br /&gt;(meeting acquaintances, reminiscing)&lt;br /&gt;Stopping&lt;br /&gt;Going again&lt;br /&gt;Not noticing the details&lt;br /&gt;(escaping into your imagination)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty blazing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;radiant colors spill forth into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;painting many colors&lt;br /&gt;calmness flows from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;radiance slowly weakens by the seconds&lt;br /&gt;enticing the onlooker to hold their gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Never looking away;&lt;br /&gt;the colors engraved into their memory&lt;br /&gt;Beauty fades into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;As if time stops for those few moments&lt;br /&gt;gazing into the night turning sky.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty disappears behind the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Left in dark and cold...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from past memories&lt;br /&gt;hidden the minds eye;&lt;br /&gt;Blocked to never remember painful times&lt;br /&gt;Are played as a slide show&lt;br /&gt;moving from one to the next, ever so fast&lt;br /&gt;Never more than a few glimpses&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the emotions back with them&lt;br /&gt;as a tornado, stirs up dust&lt;br /&gt;Forcing a wave of emotion through the body&lt;br /&gt;unwanting, unseen&lt;br /&gt;driving the seeing to become agitated to no end&lt;br /&gt;unable to stop these pictures from displaying their image.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking to find a happy image.&lt;br /&gt;The once, raging sea is now calm. Producing new found memories&lt;br /&gt;with emotions of that of elation,&lt;br /&gt;joy, even fondness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-4777622423762346399?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/4777622423762346399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=4777622423762346399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4777622423762346399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/4777622423762346399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-3630201674116654873</id><published>2008-07-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:16:44.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An instrument in His hands</title><content type='html'>I just want to be able to help everyone and love them, give them the love and comfort that they need. But when I sit back and look at this thought, I see that this isn’t my place to be doing that. I want to do what only Christ, our Savior can do. He is the one that has felt all that we have felt. He is the one that has suffered for our sins, pains, hurts, thoughts, feelings, anything that you have felt, or gone through that you feel no one has ever gone through and wouldn’t ever understand you....HE is the One and Only that has been where you have been. He knows how you feel and have felt. And he loves you so much more than you can fathom thinking. HE is the one that can give you comfort when you are needing it the most.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this ALL. I can be a bit of a substitute.&lt;br /&gt;Making myself think that I can be like Him and do as He can do. But really, I can.&lt;br /&gt;I can be His instrument in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;Doing the things that He wants and needs me to do for others in this life.&lt;br /&gt;I am His Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I can do the things that He needs me to do and things that I want to do, as long as they are my righteous desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what HE needs us to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;Acting as His helpers and reaching out to those that need Him, but through us, they can come to find Him and find comfort in His teaching and His Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek to do His will.&lt;br /&gt;Give your will to God.&lt;br /&gt;Love Him.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE Everyone; they too are sons and daughters of God.&lt;br /&gt;They too have a special place in God’s eyes and heart. He loves us all equally, and wants the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;What HE wants, if for us to return back to Him and live with Him for the rest of the eternities.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find Faith and Confidence in myself and my abilities to do things.&lt;br /&gt; I know that if I set my mind to it, I will be able to do anything that I most desire to do.&lt;br /&gt;With God, and Christ, anything can be made possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-3630201674116654873?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/3630201674116654873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=3630201674116654873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3630201674116654873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3630201674116654873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/instrument-in-his-hands.html' title='An instrument in His hands'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-3968764730910880131</id><published>2008-07-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:11:46.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing things</title><content type='html'>I want nothing more than to do the best that i can, to become the person that God knows that I can become.&lt;br /&gt;gradually and ever so slightly I am realizing my potential that I have, and my worth as a daughter of God. I need to know this, to figure this out about myself. this is why i have been feeling the lost feelings that i have been feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I have turned away from god, He hasn't turned away from me.....i know that this has been a test of my faith. faith in myself. in others. in God. I need to set my faith straight first before i try to set anything else straight first. I need to put God first in my life, and have everything else follow Him. if i do this everything will be so much easier and more beneficial to me.&lt;br /&gt;i need to start doing the things that he has counseled us to do.&lt;br /&gt;i need to have patience with myself, and God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to see what i need to start doing to accomplish the things I am needed to accomplish during my time here on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to see my true potential.&lt;br /&gt;even though it may not make complete sense right now, i have a better idea of what I am supposed to see.&lt;br /&gt;God has let me see a bigger part of the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;i am not completely at bay and don’t not know things.&lt;br /&gt;i know that if i put my trust in him, i will be directed and do the things that I need to be doing. Christ is my support system.&lt;br /&gt;he is my comfort. my savior. my brother.&lt;br /&gt;he suffered for all these inadequate feelings i have felt.&lt;br /&gt;he has felt the pains; confusions, the love, and belonging.&lt;br /&gt;he is the only one that knows me.&lt;br /&gt;he knows my thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;he knows my hearts most righteous desires.&lt;br /&gt;he knows me by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to realize this more often and not take it for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-3968764730910880131?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/3968764730910880131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=3968764730910880131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3968764730910880131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/3968764730910880131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/realizing-things.html' title='Realizing things'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-6878019508967330024</id><published>2008-07-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:22:00.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vast encompassing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SHMGKbR-oxI/AAAAAAAAABM/0W2_Iq2W9VI/s1600-h/Temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220523169244160786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SHMGKbR-oxI/AAAAAAAAABM/0W2_Iq2W9VI/s320/Temple1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;reading or hearing about someone who is lonely, depressed or lost in a world of darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it breaks my heart to see, or hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it makes me want to be able to reach out to them and tell them that it will be okay, that life is going to still keep going, the world is still rotating on it's axis...but then it hits me...Most of what these people are going through, I have never had the faintest idea of what they are or may be experiencing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and then light was shed into my bleak perspective,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that there is someone who knows ALL about what you are going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Christ knows how it feels to be emotionally, physically, and mentally sick. He knows your aches and pains; your thoughts of emptiness, sorrow, He knows the ups, downs, and loops of your emotional roller coaster. HE experienced every single paper cut we have had, He has gone through and suffered for everything that we can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, when you feel like there is no one to turn to, no place else left to go, turn to Christ. His arms are always open, waiting patiently to embrace all that are willing to submit and Come unto Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Christ will always be there when you need Him; it is never He who has left you, but YOU who has left His presence. YOU, are the one who has blocked Him out of your life. Come back into the light and feel His love for you, embrace your Heavenly Father and His son, Jesus Christ. They are one in purpose....Come back and feel His love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-6878019508967330024?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/6878019508967330024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=6878019508967330024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6878019508967330024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6878019508967330024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/vast-encompassing.html' title='vast encompassing'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/SHMGKbR-oxI/AAAAAAAAABM/0W2_Iq2W9VI/s72-c/Temple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-5851478710126918385</id><published>2008-07-05T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:21:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>No one wants to sit on the sidelines of life and watch someone else live the life that they want to live. Get up off the sideline and get in the game. Feel the sweat from a good game fall from your brow, fighting for what you want most from life, the joy of accomplishing something others thought was the impossible, and the ecstasy of helping others along the way to reach their goals, as well as reaching your own. Stop watching and wishing you could have that life, get out and live it, experience living for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-5851478710126918385?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/5851478710126918385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=5851478710126918385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5851478710126918385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/5851478710126918385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-6714663224740484836</id><published>2008-07-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:49:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation</title><content type='html'>While sitting anywhere, or walking down the street I find myself looking into the eyes of the passerby, looking into their soul and seeing how much in a world of hurt some are; others ecstasy, melancholy, and all emotion that you may think about.  When I see this, I only wish that I could some how reach out to them and help them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am faced with problems of my own and find that I can only do so much for them and for myself. Though I have something different that I CAN reach out to them with and help them; I am ME. Just by being myself and doing what I was taught to do, I can make a difference in someones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told so the other day at work.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls I work with has been having a few problems and I just tired to make her smile and let her know that I love her.&lt;br /&gt;She responded with how much she loves me because I make her happy when she is not emotionally well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I have affected at least one person in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-6714663224740484836?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/6714663224740484836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=6714663224740484836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6714663224740484836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6714663224740484836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/07/observation.html' title='Observation'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-6210370337763666842</id><published>2008-06-30T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:30:21.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>Why is it called a suitcase, when you fill it with other things than suits?&lt;br /&gt;If a cork was made to stop things, then why all the holes?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take me out to lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the grass green? &lt;br /&gt;What is a phobia for grass?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we recycle? &lt;br /&gt;What is 45928828937905797 squared? &lt;br /&gt;Why do the stars twinkle? &lt;br /&gt;Why does the moon come out sometimes in the day?  &lt;br /&gt;Why is water a mineral when it is a solid, but not when it is liquid? &lt;br /&gt;Why does our hair not stop growing when we are dead? &lt;br /&gt;Who invented the plunger? &lt;br /&gt;What is the point of couches that aren't comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;Why is is called a weinis?&lt;br /&gt;Why are screws circular?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it a Charlie-horse when the tendons in your body spaz out and cause much pain?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we time travel?&lt;br /&gt;If we were to slow time down, would we be able to move?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we not advanced in technology if we have the capabilities?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla bean,  vanilla, or french vanilla ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Is the universe shrinking, our galaxy getting larger, or is the universe expanding?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if there were no jet streams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-6210370337763666842?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/6210370337763666842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=6210370337763666842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6210370337763666842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/6210370337763666842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/06/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028933377316240971.post-1402252312944733548</id><published>2008-06-30T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:16:07.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting</title><content type='html'>I have been found wanting.&lt;br /&gt;Something that really perturbs me is when someone says that they will do something either for you or with you and then they never follow through. I know it is something small and miniscule and I shouldn't get all worked up about it, but I figure, if you tell someone you will do something, you follow through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is pretty much the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been found wanting.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to have someone . . . someone to ask me on a date.&lt;br /&gt;What is so wrong with asking a girl on a date?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that hard? or am I just that intimidating?&lt;br /&gt;I know that it may be a bit scary asking someone out, or to dance, I have been on that side of everything my whole life. I have always been the one to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it this way?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I then have the right to not ask anymore and wait for someone to make the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are debating about whether or not that girl or guy you like likes you back, don't wait just get out there and let them know. Please. It will make someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;maybe even mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028933377316240971-1402252312944733548?l=candycan-can.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/feeds/1402252312944733548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028933377316240971&amp;postID=1402252312944733548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1402252312944733548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028933377316240971/posts/default/1402252312944733548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycan-can.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanting.html' title='Wanting'/><author><name>Candace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05859930647250808875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfAD2nsP6ac/TK-fzHWBMFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/crhfP7v0o_M/S220/Art+and+concert+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
