tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68866484289395100952023-11-16T08:49:08.757-08:00It aint' always easy bein ChloeazyChloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-13029409301615102442011-05-02T00:16:00.001-07:002011-05-02T01:26:00.729-07:00Can I Keep You?<div style="text-align: left;">One of the cutest lil things that Bryson says to me sometimes is that question: "You're pretty...can i keep you?" haha i love it. He is a keeper. This weekend my incredible, handsome, adorable, hilarious, totally rad boyfriend Bryson aka Superman came over :) it was such a good weekend cause the sun finally came out to show some love! I love the sun because he gives me freckles and we all know i love freckles.</div><div><br /></div><div>We went Disco Bowling on Saturday with some friends and despite the kind of depressing rock they were playing instead of awesome party tunes we enjoyed our night haha. We gotta make it worth with what we got right? We're actually pretty dang even when it comes to bowling and so it makes it more fun. A little competition always turns things up a lil bit. He ended up beating me 115-114! I'll get him next time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6k_WTnLb2PV41f7K6WzWa9rriDCNon_HINys5XHKTeKIvnCCOwSDNaWWNqjLOQ4MyNWZQQ3Vvj3SMKvxzU4978svVg0uAiW9XTHLDpf8IR4-ZcxGaMKlAXnXCzcR8KwlSRviqOle3jNk/s1600/Bryson2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6k_WTnLb2PV41f7K6WzWa9rriDCNon_HINys5XHKTeKIvnCCOwSDNaWWNqjLOQ4MyNWZQQ3Vvj3SMKvxzU4978svVg0uAiW9XTHLDpf8IR4-ZcxGaMKlAXnXCzcR8KwlSRviqOle3jNk/s320/Bryson2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602020847154384690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><3</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJzZRmxsoAqDuVy6Q5qeErdIn2XjWtJBSEqWFlB8px8eJGOdsHHWLwZj5Gsyp6dGHhkYvkA0JrJjIRJtp1I7RpVe9d6fI8uwBrwBlSBogd7KepPXFBLUUdr4qk15XmXGMe-ZlmMQ7T_qk/s1600/Bowling1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJzZRmxsoAqDuVy6Q5qeErdIn2XjWtJBSEqWFlB8px8eJGOdsHHWLwZj5Gsyp6dGHhkYvkA0JrJjIRJtp1I7RpVe9d6fI8uwBrwBlSBogd7KepPXFBLUUdr4qk15XmXGMe-ZlmMQ7T_qk/s400/Bowling1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602018204444613362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px; " /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3o4stoJkTozRr-uVf7lNREt09GQWTk9oJ2DOOzU6QazUuAqis5qM1cRk_23yz06RAHLilvwsFSMe5EV-2aByOZlRfYFSoxyNjsjcQtLz0vHuKmhOtLeEuMoj_3T_dDV130ylS8DHlGg/s1600/Bowling.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3o4stoJkTozRr-uVf7lNREt09GQWTk9oJ2DOOzU6QazUuAqis5qM1cRk_23yz06RAHLilvwsFSMe5EV-2aByOZlRfYFSoxyNjsjcQtLz0vHuKmhOtLeEuMoj_3T_dDV130ylS8DHlGg/s320/Bowling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602019223228400018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Girls and I</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was fun to get out and hang out with some old friends. Sunday we went to church and played around in the sun and my lovely lil sis took some pictures of us as a cute couple. I like having him at church with me :) it makes it more fun if your best friend is sitting next to you. Because Bryson is leaving on a full time mission for our church this summer, it is definitely nice to have some solid lookin pictures of us around. Don't wanna forget what he looks like! ha</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are <3</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k264/sthendawg/?action=view&current=Boyfran4pictasSM-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k264/sthendawg/Boyfran4pictasSM-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k264/sthendawg/?action=view&current=Bryson1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k264/sthendawg/Bryson1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />ADORABLE. I love him! He is my favorite. He's me hero :) my champion. I mean look at him..Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-44468157444480683232011-04-30T02:42:00.000-07:002011-04-30T03:09:25.110-07:00Movies - Fast 5ive<iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bf4oDjHUmkY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>- The Fast and The Furious (2001)</div><div>- 2Fast 2Furious (2003)</div><div>- The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006)</div><div>- Fast and Furious (2009)</div><div>- Fast Five (2011)</div><div><br /></div><div>I will admit that my movies i enjoy are not the most respected films but i love what i love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haha</span>. I like a movie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">havin</span>' me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">crackin</span>' up off and on. Some attractive big stars in it is always better too eh? I'm a sucker for movies like Transformers, and The Fast and the Furious. They're seriously my favorite, plus there's a ton of them so it's fun to follow. These movies have the whole package. They may not have the best performing actors in them but i totally enjoy it anyway ha <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> not too picky. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just went the the theater with my friend who i call "Puppy", and saw Fast Five. Ever since i saw the trailers i was super excited, i knew i wanted to see it right when it came out. This was it's first weekend so we'll see how it does! I thoroughly enjoyed it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tyrese</span> Gibson is my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">boii</span> :) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OMG</span> i love him....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">haha</span> anyway. It was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">freakin</span>' hilarious and i love the chase, and racing scenes. They've got me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">leanin</span>' back and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">bein</span>' like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">oooooooh</span>! .... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ayyyy</span>! ..... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">daayyuummm</span>!" all over again! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">hahaha</span>. Amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd rate it like a 4 on a 5 star scale. Gotta love me some Vin Diesel and Dwayne Johnson! ha t<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">alk</span> about a power duo. If you like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">lil</span>' good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">lookin</span>' action and some laughs with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">lil'</span> bit o love tossed in the mix then it'd be a great choice.</div><div><br /></div><div>IF you do go see it...stay until after the credits! SHOCKER ALERT.</div><div><br /></div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-49070198945876326272011-04-27T00:33:00.000-07:002011-04-27T01:12:48.500-07:00Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Beautiful?<div style="text-align: center;">I am attending a link up party that my best friend Ashley had today :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><center><a href="http://www.divorcedand20.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa443/divorcedand21/207900_1888536409822_1133790020_2180298_7842907_n.jpg" /></a></center></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She is totally awesome and i love her to pieces!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So here i am :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepnzWI7j2cfjxLxcgMCZjTFPpgamBgKpVqJOdaIdQU4eBJjq1NtdGuTsklnthiW-TFP6h9nMz48iGKQC1uIMwGEh1_7_3h9giP-f3vpAf2aNhE-fJQWvIrBu2tG-o42OgJQBAkWhUlZE/s400/superman+hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600165637402817090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love my freckles!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love my smile.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love my ghetto fab style haha.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love how athletic i am. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I love my warm brown eyes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love my hair, it always does what i want :)</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love how much i laugh.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love me as i am!</div><div><br /></div><div>People are Beautiful. I love finding beauty in everyone I see walking the streets of Seattle. I just hope they think they are beautiful too! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What do you love about yourself!? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't forget to remind yourself of how beautiful you are :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qHxlzcAPbBE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-71890232215131158122011-04-22T16:35:00.001-07:002011-04-22T16:38:51.965-07:00Sorry!I wanted to apologize to The Glamorous Army Wife because i accidentally deleted your comment on a post. Now i can't find your blog! soo...i thought this was the easiest way to do that haha.<div><br /></div><div>I've been busy busy this week and may leave for a trip to the Oregon Coast this weekend so i will be back with a few pictures and maybe a story or two lata. :)</div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-78132811717240567952011-04-04T23:29:00.001-07:002011-04-08T03:02:25.480-07:00Finally!<div style="text-align: left;">I have a great job and a great guy! Booya! It feels fantastic.</div><div><br /></div><div>Both i have been waiting to happen for a very long time and it's about time that i get em! I now work at a law office as an assistant to the whole office and it's so much fun. I am glad i have a sophisticated job, it will help me grow up. hopefully...haha. Having a job helps with my whole life plan of going back to school and getting on with all of that exciting stuff that we have to do before we can start our lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay so do you remember Superman from my first post? Well...to make a long story short, he's my boyfriend :) </div><div><br /></div><div>But if you want to read the long story, then here it is:</div><div><br /></div><div>I had a friend Heather and he has a cousin Vanna. My friend and his cousin were very good friends. When my friend found out that Vanna had a super cute cousin that was LDS, she got really excited and told me i should meet him. They said we were going to get married...haha of course. So we started out with this little joke. I contacted Superman through facebook and got his number and we started texting. We talked to each other non-stop for 2 weeks until i actually got to meet him when i came home for thanksgiving break 2009.</div><div><br /></div><div>His cousin Vanna set us up for a fun night all together. We went to this cool warehouse full of trampolines called 'Sky High' and played around for a while, it was a fun way to just have fun and get some giggles out. Superman and i liked each other right off the bat. I remember when he walked in the door to pick me up thinking he was a super sharp looking guy, he made me nervous! It was very cute.</div><div><br /></div><div>He lived an hour away from me and so he was staying at his cousin's for the weekend. Because the first night was so much fun, we hung out for a second time the next day! He was such a gentlemen and made me laugh like crazy (we all know that's a good sign). I had never met such a sweet guy that was also so attractive, and also liked me. :) It was a short lil fling but we ended up liking each other a lot after hanging out during that short break i was home from school. </div><div><br /></div><div>I went back to school, 2 states away and because Superman would be my first boyfriend i did not want to start things off long distance. I told him i wasn't ready to date, well...i was a little harsh about it and i might've kind of hurt his feelings so we didn't talk much after that lil falling out. We ended up talking again about a month later. Closer to Christmas, and when i would be home again. We did see each other once during that break as well, except this time it was a bit awkward and we just hung out as friends. After that we continued talking as friends. I was going to be at school off and on that year and wasn't going to have a long distance relationship. We made do. We were flirty but more in a joking way. It was a fun and close friendship. We talked sort of off and on for a year. We were close friends, we were there for each other during some tough times and it made it so we cared a lot about each other in that way first.</div><div><br /></div><div>When i first decided to come home, and take a break from school, living at home and working to save money for the future Superman and i were oober excited we could hang out more. Now i was only an hour away instead of 12 hours! This was still all as friends. Secretly I had a huge crush on him this whole time. I had never let go of how genuine and kind and down right hilarious he had always been to me. We understood each other and got along great. </div><div><br /></div><div>I knew he was getting ready to go on a mission...so i was skeptical about letting myself like him again. Falling for a missionary is setting yourself up for heartbreak isn't it?? Anyway, It was a couple months until we finally found time to hang out. I had an open mind and was going to see how he acted when we hung out. I didn't even really know i had a crush on him until we hung out again. Turns out we were both crushin' hard on each other! :) Flirting turned into some cuddling and we just fit. It felt amazing to have him there with me! </div><div><br /></div><div>We talked that night and found out about the huge crushes... :D we had both grown up a lot in that year we were friends and things were different with us but they were better. The difference was we were ready to date, i think. The only thing that was a little scary to me was that he was going to leave within the next 6 months, for 2 whole years!! ahh. When we were talking i could see how much he cared about me and i knew i cared about him. I knew he would be someone i would fall for you easily. I even let him know that. We developed so much trust with our friendship that year that we could talk about anything, and sharing our feelings was not a problem. </div><div><br /></div><div>A couple weeks later he took me on our first real official date, to a hockey game! One of my favorite things to do is go to a sporting event so it was a blast. It felt good and natural to hold his hand in the crowds of people and to be with him. It was getting more serious. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYaxcnmuwAuNtQOecpKp28X5GEIcPP1ebm2F4Vr7jKPcYKUdhz9rWJWUVEmO9qUkx955QDF5wtiYjxL1Fj_U-mpokW2EvbFJerJuZGommOhc0CC_8Y8Lu504L8HqpaFAcrWl9PMCVn7dk/s400/brysie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593148867557660034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Here he is with Cool Bird!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>The next week i went to visit his family! (he has 9 brothers and sisters between the ages of 20 years and 20 months) it was a fantastic weekend! I met his parents for the first time, and it wasn't scary at all. I felt like i belonged and meshed with everyone in his family great. The night i was there we talked and decided that we would date officially and be boyfriend/girlfriend :) March 20th, 2011! </div><div><br /></div><div>So there is my story...i didn't mean to ramble but it is hard when it's my incredible boyfriend. He is SUPERMAN.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_rGTxO4hfvhAG3GwJ-JbhFO5pC33h0ctMbRIxXMfEFdByXDq-RwXHU10sEvL9PT7Z88XV3GwXJ74cwjRCEGfYDLjtQJ64-UVnXuoF1z29SkVys7zXy2vcnJog6rRzE9Jb2KSB2DkiKM/s400/bryson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593148573494515442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">There he is with his cute youngest sister :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't help it...I love to show him off! He is my newest prize :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He's hilarious, handsome, fun, awesome with the kids, genuine, kind, caring, and a dedicated hard worker, plus he can rap and he likes me and treats me like a princess ha. He's the bestest!</div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-91195733565947349202011-02-24T13:40:00.000-08:002011-02-24T14:26:21.530-08:00You Snooze You LoseOkay so lately i have been doing a ton of job hunting. I was doing pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">freakin</span> good too..i had a lot of interviews. i had jobs offered to me. There just were the lesser of my choices. I had other applications waiting at jobs that i desired more for different reasons like pay, or hours, or just the task i would be doing.<div><br /></div><div>Well i rejected one job offer, at Target. It was good interview practice and everything so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> not upset it didn't work out. It felt good to be offered a job :) even if it was just at target...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">haha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'll</span> take whatever i can get. a job is a job, better then nothing right? </div><div>I then had to get back to Noah's Bagels about the job they had offered me. I preferred a bagel girl more then a clothing sales position because it was within walking distance and had way better hours. I could work mornings to afternoons instead of nights and weekends. I called and they had already hired somebody. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Uhg</span>! i had totally blown that opportunity. </div><div><br /></div><div>So yes that ^ is why i say "You Snooze You Lose".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I snoozed on a good job i could have had and i lost it. now i have to wait on other applications and interviews. and who knows if i will get the job even if i want it! job hunting sucks...i feel inadequate for most jobs. I am in a spot in my life where i still have a lot to learn. I'm not particularly good at any <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">skillz</span> (yes with a z) except for schooling moms while playing church basketball...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">haha</span>. that's a skill right?? okay cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>But jobs isn't the only thing you can "Snooze and Lose" so i guess i can use this as a reminder to not wait on something for too long before it's gone! Sometimes you just have to go with your gut and be spontaneous. Which means i should be on a plane to Utah this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">monday</span>...that quick trip to visit friends has been taunting me for months now.</div><div><br /></div><div> I have wanted to do it now because i don't have a job and i know it would be hard once i get a job. But i don't think i necessarily deserve a vacation until i work hard to get a job. Does that even make sense? I am really trying to be responsible but it is hard!</div><div><br /></div><div>Remember when you were a little kid and didn't have so many hard decisions to make? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ahhh</span> sometimes i am not sure if i want to grow up, but i guess i don't really have a choice.</div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-12724039269291687002011-02-17T18:15:00.001-08:002011-02-17T19:06:55.539-08:00Cousinsthey are so great! It's like having a best friend that has to love you no matter what...haha okay not really but i was reminded today of how awesome cousins are.<br /><br />My cousin Jacquie who you can visit <a href="http://jacquiegirl.blogspot.com/">HERE</a> texted me and asked to skypee. Normally i don't really like skyping, it's the need to be in a quiet room without anybody else that bothers me i guess. I really love jacquie lots and so i gave up whatever i had against it and we had a nice chat.<br /><br />I haven't seen or heard her voice in a long time and so it was really nice. Especially when currently i don't get out much and literally don't have any friends to hang out with...it was exactly what i needed! :)<br /><br />Jacquie and I were super inseparably close when we were younger and she lived just 15 minutes away from me. When we were 11 she moved to Arizona. Not only was she my cousin but she was my bestest friend! So it really sucked not having her around anymore.<br /><br />We took a trip down to Arizona a few years after they moved and i have gotten to see her through some other trips throughout the years. We never completely lost touch, but there were definitely times we didn't talk much, just cause we each had our own lives going at full speed.<br /><br />Lately, like for the past year or so we have been talking a lot more, and i LOVE it. I found the best pictures of us when we were younger... ENJOY!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCTckjcgkNjEyU16HL4Df6ehdp2z1HUhvayktVPWBhpR8fSBlx6bUO056MoIwgpZ3xss_RtMnyVfL_xECsnBLQsdO-n8Bn66myu68rGigALc2Nku3Akz-mMvopI041O6NbO8HpWVPkv0/s1600/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Xmas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574852983848529810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCTckjcgkNjEyU16HL4Df6ehdp2z1HUhvayktVPWBhpR8fSBlx6bUO056MoIwgpZ3xss_RtMnyVfL_xECsnBLQsdO-n8Bn66myu68rGigALc2Nku3Akz-mMvopI041O6NbO8HpWVPkv0/s400/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Xmas.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsQQZaoMo9YP8X1vBDTf7yN4KbmIaPVJw6yAPuwb70l0VLO017CONFi_BO5nFee9kkFSZ2C4eoGtmZPPQeJXVUL2lAsg28RzdtKchKrDYE2k_mbgFYJiDPjG97tU2ND4vc_KJNEYppDU/s1600/Jac+%2526+Chlo+Halloween.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574852914324035554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsQQZaoMo9YP8X1vBDTf7yN4KbmIaPVJw6yAPuwb70l0VLO017CONFi_BO5nFee9kkFSZ2C4eoGtmZPPQeJXVUL2lAsg28RzdtKchKrDYE2k_mbgFYJiDPjG97tU2ND4vc_KJNEYppDU/s400/Jac+%2526+Chlo+Halloween.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7QNib_EoPhki_BFs0mrOZ_RHdWSdYNTrL4a4jJMuvgVEWGCqa5rWV1M9KZYY1DBU2iAiP0erStCWoXcZrfAnY51iAen-frYz8wqHzUSZcZjMh4vzl6Y4yiuMuOV5ffrbBESMfMhCJ1Q/s1600/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Present.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574852804327689938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7QNib_EoPhki_BFs0mrOZ_RHdWSdYNTrL4a4jJMuvgVEWGCqa5rWV1M9KZYY1DBU2iAiP0erStCWoXcZrfAnY51iAen-frYz8wqHzUSZcZjMh4vzl6Y4yiuMuOV5ffrbBESMfMhCJ1Q/s400/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Present.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0B_A2dQZJisqztPFy36QO6uchkuhmQeiba3VVZP2uwD2yA5pRK8IjDg-qa4-06IUnOnWSvtqjGpUz48rxJ2SxYC9d_7hWLcfxL-XhXVYXc7ZTyFWQS0FM-Z9YExrTGBxQOKHRTcpZtg/s1600/Jac+%2526+Chlo.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574852683889109266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0B_A2dQZJisqztPFy36QO6uchkuhmQeiba3VVZP2uwD2yA5pRK8IjDg-qa4-06IUnOnWSvtqjGpUz48rxJ2SxYC9d_7hWLcfxL-XhXVYXc7ZTyFWQS0FM-Z9YExrTGBxQOKHRTcpZtg/s400/Jac+%2526+Chlo.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJwak2MIfbjDTBrk-XfVlKlENRcOjxmAKOpmWGtY2fAXBVm1_6Aa1OxJFS7Y1ifMpfTdJ49ITiLvYKsx1la-wWdr9l1dsRF3Ezj5bqgUHd6KcPrD8FuJnEOXWngvqjj7ERoWRNPCdv1w/s1600/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Puzzle.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574852583488853410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJwak2MIfbjDTBrk-XfVlKlENRcOjxmAKOpmWGtY2fAXBVm1_6Aa1OxJFS7Y1ifMpfTdJ49ITiLvYKsx1la-wWdr9l1dsRF3Ezj5bqgUHd6KcPrD8FuJnEOXWngvqjj7ERoWRNPCdv1w/s400/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Puzzle.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9O11eko7IhTN4bwDpKGUDnQxcIqJC4g3K7VN08alqRx95K4s53Nfa3TvPw3Gntq1r0RC_RxhMS9_MQ9Cc9y-O0-0H1szRFxmSzJC_9L_taQEfYj3eiO3CIFDg8u9QbUGHxKRlrEqP0Qk/s1600/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Crazy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574855621567883058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9O11eko7IhTN4bwDpKGUDnQxcIqJC4g3K7VN08alqRx95K4s53Nfa3TvPw3Gntq1r0RC_RxhMS9_MQ9Cc9y-O0-0H1szRFxmSzJC_9L_taQEfYj3eiO3CIFDg8u9QbUGHxKRlrEqP0Qk/s400/Chlo+%2526+Jac+Crazy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGA_huuD8zzzbb54tzTfYWFq5-EBtGfN4COGgCpdJMeO5zFgyhl_Yo2iuFbjiL164r3DVXKfEfbvKCnyr4X1uoQi35BIwAMSuW22mxoZzY2GfCpYkCSLvUmCkVadHBlKluzLMuJAGSHoI/s1600/Chlo+%2526+Jac+EFY2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574856033397967986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGA_huuD8zzzbb54tzTfYWFq5-EBtGfN4COGgCpdJMeO5zFgyhl_Yo2iuFbjiL164r3DVXKfEfbvKCnyr4X1uoQi35BIwAMSuW22mxoZzY2GfCpYkCSLvUmCkVadHBlKluzLMuJAGSHoI/s400/Chlo+%2526+Jac+EFY2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE92CoLLm31yEjEodK3VWCz-IgN9ZGDdJkE9AOGsopHLea6ni7a9loiaEjmvXYSGjz6S5iDxZS7AvwCHcKqEMMofx_AtEV5URWpfoHuQapIQnKhiZJkKBBD5J-Y75ilCrxivzoE9H3xaI/s1600/Chlo+%2526+Jac+EFY.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574856175450687682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE92CoLLm31yEjEodK3VWCz-IgN9ZGDdJkE9AOGsopHLea6ni7a9loiaEjmvXYSGjz6S5iDxZS7AvwCHcKqEMMofx_AtEV5URWpfoHuQapIQnKhiZJkKBBD5J-Y75ilCrxivzoE9H3xaI/s400/Chlo+%2526+Jac+EFY.bmp" /></a><br /><div><div align="center">I LOVE YOU JAC :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-68387050574847406962011-02-16T17:04:00.000-08:002011-02-16T22:02:43.812-08:00RAINMy relationship with rain has been up and down for the past 15 years. Because i live in Seattle rain never goes away!<div><br /></div><div>When i was a little kid i loved it! </div><div>I wasn't one of those girls that didn't go outside if it was raining, i still went out during recess and did everything i did when it wasn't raining. I remember kids screaming and just running everywhere, enjoying the rain! Of course teachers discouraged it, but even with their guidance not to get so wet...we all ended up going back to class totally soaked.</div><div><br /></div><div>Throughout my youth i played sports in the rain, soccer in the rain was messy, but i don't remember dreading to go to practice or games when it was totally wet out. I don't remember being excited about it either. I guess you could say that Rain was just there, but i didn't really care. (that rhymed...cool! ha)</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course during baseball season i hated when it rained, that meant we couldn't play! and if we ever did play in the rain...it was not fun. slippery ball, wet and cold hands..</div><div><br /></div><div>In high school i freakin loved it! Having a practice in the rain was super fun for some reason...i was the crazy, silly girl on the team and i don't even know why but running our butts off in the rain was really fun for me. Our clothes would get totally soaked and my hair (that is usually naturally straight) would curl up! haha my lil whispies around my face would turn into twirls. i'm a dork and i love it when that happens! One of my favorite high school games was at skyline high school on a turf field, when it was just ridiculously pouring down rain. I can't even remember if we won but i remember it was freakin awesome to play in.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course there were plenty of times when i hated the rain. It would keep me from being able to hang out outside with my friends all of the time. It made it pointless to do my hair, and the walk from my car to the school was not good in the rain. On sundays when i have church i hated it when it rained haha. All of the times my clothes and everything actually mattered i didn't really like the rain. I tried to stay out of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>When i went to Rexburg, Idaho for school i went 4 months without seeing it rain like it did in Seattle. Whenever it did rain in Idaho i ran out and danced in it. I really learned to love it NO MATTER WHAT. I didn't care what i was wearing or how my hair was done i would go out in the rain and just enjoy having the water drip down my face and just everything about it, the noise on my roof at night, the drips on my window, thunder! and lightning! :) I never thought that i would catch myself saying that i missed the crazy Seattle rain, but i totally missed it when i was in Idaho.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now i am back home and Rain and i have been reunited. This week was freakin awesome! I got to go on a few walks with my dog in the monsoon weather haha. It was fun. Rain is beautiful. Rain makes everything around me more beautiful and makes the air totally clear. The day after it rains, everything is so clear and washed away. </div><div><br /></div><div>So RAIN...if you're listening. i love you :) hopefully we can dance again soon, or even better play soccer soon ha</div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-79405001088203799862011-02-13T22:17:00.000-08:002011-02-16T16:54:40.259-08:00LOVEfirst of all...I LOVE<strong> LOVE</strong>!<br /><br /><strong>LOVE</strong> is a beautiful thing!<br /><br />Whether young, middle-aged, or old<br />boys to girls, boys to boys, girls to girls<br />kids to parents, parents to kids<br />grandparents to kids, kids to grandparents<br />friends to other friends<br />people to dogs, or dogs to people<br />etc...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span> you get the point.<br /><br /><strong>LOVE</strong> is a beautiful thing!<br /><br />I can not wait until someone loves me just as much as i love them! (in a romantic sense of course) It will be a very good feeling, i am excited!<br /><br />I'm a hopeless romantic (and proud of it!) and because i love <strong>LOVE...</strong><br />all of my favorite songs are the smooth R&B love songs.<br />my favorite movies have a cute love story in them.<br />my most favorite photographs to look at are of love! engagements...weddings...candids of love are the best.<br />The way that people look at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> when they are in love in adorable...<br /><strong>LOVE </strong>is such a beautiful thing it often makes me tear up, yes i cry often at cute things! it's part of growing up..right?? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span> thanks mom.<br /><br />Tomorrow celebrates <strong>LOVE</strong>, and all sorts of love. It should be a happy day. If you're single and think you're alone. you're really not! there are a lot of people who love you :)<br /><p>Enjoy the atmosphere of <strong>LOVE</strong> while it's all over for a whole entire day.<br /></p><p>"<strong>LOVE</strong> is all you need" ~Paul McCartney</p><p>"<strong>LOVE </strong>is not getting, but giving" ~<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">fav</span> dove chocolate wrapper</p><p>"<strong>LOVE</strong> is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more then any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, even the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone but still getting week knees when they walk into a room and smile at you"</p><p>"a life without <strong>LOVE</strong> is like a year without summer"</p><p>"you know you're in <strong>LOVE</strong> when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better then your dreams" ~<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">dr</span>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">seuss</span></p><p>"a bell is not a bell till you ring it. a song is not a song till you sing it. <strong>LOVE</strong> in your heart isn't put there to stay. <strong>LOVE </strong>isn't <strong>LOVE</strong> till you give it away" ~<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">oscar</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">hammerstein</span></p><p>"the most important thing in life is to learn how to give out <strong>LOVE</strong>, and let it come in"</p>"one of the hardest things in life is to watch the one you love, love someone else"Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-37387619691781901862011-02-12T23:15:00.000-08:002011-02-13T22:02:33.779-08:00ConfidenceIt's a good thing. So make sure you have some of it! <div><br /></div><div>While i was looking at some more recent pictures of me, i would catch myself saying "Wow, i was actually really pretty here..."</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't remember thinking that i was pretty when i was in middle school, or high school. I didn't believe people when they said it, and i didn't say it about myself. I just thought a lot of girls were prettier then me i guess. I think that's one of the main reasons i never really dated anyone was because of a lack of confidence in my self image.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was weird to think back to that time, because now that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> grown up and learned more about myself and accepted it, i do think <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> a real pretty girl! It's a good feeling to believe people when they give you a compliment and say you're beautiful. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Definitions -</div><div><br /></div><div>Confidence: belief in oneself and one's powers or abilities; self confidence. GOOD<br /><div><br /></div><div>Cockiness: arrogance; being conceited. BAD</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Be CONFIDENT. you don't have to be and shouldn't be COCKY...but confidence can get you a long way.</div><div>with boys. </div><div>with jobs.</div><div>with talents.</div><div>with friends.</div><div>with life! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I LOVE QUOTES. so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'll</span> leave you with a few that i found inspired me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" >"You have to expect things of yourself before you can do them" ~Michael Jordan (</span><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">HOLLA</span></span><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" > for a </span><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">BALLA</span></span><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" >! love him...)</span></span></div><div><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></span></div><div><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;color:#cccccc;" class="Apple-style-span" >"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not" ~unknown</span></div><div><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></span></div><div><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;color:#cccccc;" class="Apple-style-span" >"If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price" ~unknown</span></div><div><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></span></div><div><span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;color:#cccccc;" class="Apple-style-span" >"Sex appeal is fifty percent what you've got and fifty percent what people think you've got" ~unknown</span></div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-44622561060129287832011-02-12T23:00:00.000-08:002011-02-12T23:15:11.128-08:00ReminiscingToday was full of reminiscing with my younger sister. I loved it! <div><br /></div><div>We looked at our art boxes filled with projects from our early years, and little sentimental letters and cards. </div><div>We laughed...a lot! </div><div>at things like this:</div><div>- my drawings of dogs, i was obsessive, every story and drawing assignment i made was of a dog. </div><div>- how cute spelling, writing, and drawings are in kindergarten-3rd grade.</div><div>- letters i would write my parents when i was in trouble, and in time out consisting of notes like "dear dad, if you let me out i will give you a great big kiss!" OR "dear mom and dad, i am sorry i made you mad. i hope mommy gets to go shopping with Ali happy. dad will you give mom a kiss for me because she won't want to kiss me..." haha so cute! i guess i got in trouble a lot, and saved all of the surrender and plee notes.</div><div>-how cute EVERYTHING was when i was little</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes i was laughing so hard i was crying, or laughing and crying at the same time. reminiscing can do that to you i guess. And there were some things that made me straight up cry also. There was the sweetest letter from my grandpa who died when i was 5, it's so precious. i miss him. Sweet little cards my mom and dad wrote to me about what a special little girl i am to them and so on, hopefully i still am right!?</div><div><br /></div><div>We also looked at tons of pictures, with the hopes of finding a few good ones to frame for Valentine's Day. well...all the good ones are already framed! haha oh well. It was so much fun looking back on the days when things weren't always so stressful, and hard! When i could just play and play and play and really had no worries. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hakuna Matata baby!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-6656432972601091602011-02-09T23:23:00.000-08:002011-02-09T23:50:57.516-08:00Life.If you asked me where i would be in a year...a year ago. I would not have wanted or even thought i would be where i am right now. I mean yes life is unpredictable but a lot of things have gone wrong and put me off of my desired course this past year.<div><br /></div><div>2010 was not my year...i didn't perform well at BYU-Idaho and i didn't like it there. It just wasn't the right fit for me. So i'm not in school, i'm living at home figuring out what i want the next step to be, when i should be somewhere at school. My driving record sucks and so i don't have a car to drive...so that means i'm a 19 year old girl, living at home, no job, no car!? Well shoot. Most of the time i think i'm a huge loser...but that's because right now i am! haha. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am in the process of job hunting! I babysit but that's not enough. I need a real job. I feel like i'm back at square one, except i've disappointed my parents with school, and driving so it doesn't feel like a fresh start like getting out of high school was. I've messed up plenty of opportunities that my parents have given me and i feel bad about it. In my experience, the best feeling is when someone says they're proud of you, and the worst feeling is when they say they are disappointed in you. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't feel like myself right now. I feel somewhat lost in life. In church this week a guy got up and said that he performed better when he was working hard, and he felt better and progressed more of course. He pointed out that people are meant to work hard and achieve things. I'm missing this aspect of life right now! I do things everyday, but not enough. My mind and body don't feel satisfied by the end of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't enjoy life like i used to...anyone who knows me would say i'm a happy, passionate, silly girl but that's not who i am right now. i don't want this feeling to take me over but i can tell it already has. I text people everyday to stay in touch from school and such that don't live close to me and sometimes they are the highlight of my day! They don't know it but having those people to talk to helps a lot. I don't have many outlets to meet new people and tons of my local friends are away at school like i should be and so i don't get out much with friends...oh boy i'm a loser :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I know i learn from every experience in my life, good and bad. This is the first time i think i have been such a loser...haha with not much of a life, so i know that i will learn from this. </div><div><br /></div><div>I like learning about people and i learn a lot about myself when i'm put into new situations, and so i guess i should take this time to enjoy learning a little bit more about myself. It could be highly beneficial.</div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-56528588464955486972011-02-09T16:52:00.001-08:002011-02-09T17:04:58.056-08:00My EscapeEveryone has something that they do that lets them escape from the real world for a minute<br />Something that makes it so you can forget about all of your problems<br />and whatever issues might be going on in your life at the time ...<br /><br />I put on my favorite workout tunes and head to the gym.<br />Others may draw, or write, or take pitcures, or walk their dog.<br />Whatever it is it feels great doesn't it!?<br /><br />I am sure grateful that i have some time to escape everyday.<br />It's also great because i get a workout in and build some muscle/burn calories but it helps me out a lot. Especially right now when my life is totally out of order and i'm not where i was planning on being at age 19.<br /><br />So many things go on in my head on a daily basis.<br />Stressful things...<br />Negative things...<br />Heck, a lot of sad things...<br /><br />My mind has been wandering a lot and when my mind wanders it likes to point out the negatives in my life. I'm a pretty positive person but right now some things tend to bring me down. I hate it!<br /><br />I make sure i leave some time to escape to the gym everyday and it makes my day feel so much better! And it helps my body look better too, it's a win win.Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-9610020994507002672011-02-08T23:28:00.000-08:002011-02-09T23:51:48.160-08:00Who's That Chick That's Rockin Kicks?<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Miley Cyrus is my homegirl. I relate to her line from party in the U.S.A. They're like: "Who's that chick that's rockin kicks? she's gotta be from outta town..."</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Most call them shoes prefer to call them "Kicks", but whatever you call them. They're awesome. They can complete your outfit. They set the mood. Although i do love sexy heals and boots as well i am more known for my sneakers. I take pride in what is the start of my shoe collection. When i was younger i'd spend my free time customizing totally boss shoes on NikeiD.com...but i'd never actually buy them. I was too shy to draw that much attention by wearing kind of flashy shoes. Well i held that in for too long and now you rarely catch me without a fresh pair of kicks on!</span><!--?xml:namespace prefix = o /--><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">I LOVE SHOES.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >For loving shoes i don't really have that many...i am sure there are a ton of people out there who can totally out my "collection" to shame but i love them. Here they are...in chronological order from when i got them too :)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Red Checkered: I know what you're gonna say...it looks like a picnic table! haha. I am not sure why i got specifically this pair first. I know that i wanted a pair of red shoes, and i found these and i was so excited to rock them! Still do too!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMVDEWnq2TGuZRObuCfcvZO_8rnNDavlFf1ayWM8DPfvp1fR6CsMsYAiW8nEOgPvPpfukvmDZ5opnlCWTtZHW8PbNV384AqVXcwM8Al3Pcq32I2SeoKExR7d6MuN9ZwD-UfVrSFfyoxM/s1600/Red+Check.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571589083389190562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMVDEWnq2TGuZRObuCfcvZO_8rnNDavlFf1ayWM8DPfvp1fR6CsMsYAiW8nEOgPvPpfukvmDZ5opnlCWTtZHW8PbNV384AqVXcwM8Al3Pcq32I2SeoKExR7d6MuN9ZwD-UfVrSFfyoxM/s320/Red+Check.jpg" /></a> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xQTmmlIMJYCfqRGKqINSVfcAP87z9j5pVHLUvdkASacb-VTmLaLIHdDpLiPcGwMGJXxWJArh7P13oMKpfLPN61vwKzc48NwBiOjP2lE4PTMwOkakSCrXiRXPufO7Wn8nlXKs_ylSPog/s1600/Red+Check+zoom.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571589878723027906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xQTmmlIMJYCfqRGKqINSVfcAP87z9j5pVHLUvdkASacb-VTmLaLIHdDpLiPcGwMGJXxWJArh7P13oMKpfLPN61vwKzc48NwBiOjP2lE4PTMwOkakSCrXiRXPufO7Wn8nlXKs_ylSPog/s200/Red+Check+zoom.jpg" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Grey & Purple: I knew right away that once i got those that i would want a Purple pair next! Purple is my absolute number one favorite color and once i found a purple pair of shoes i had to get them. They don't look very purple here but they are! These are more conservative, but they still look fresh. I love the shimmery silver.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaeOPwmFmf7nYkhDrOWe8TuUgJPXEj4YaTsMe9FjPGI2rWWWbUCKPZonVH7iQ9Hq0GeWsVcJEjuo_x2cuxkbJAVdoM02Bzsza3oBYUsLaaTDZEtH4AUUNL1QIB8wW4MDcJfql3hjSFoA/s1600/Grey+%2526+Purple+zoom.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571590861225501170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaeOPwmFmf7nYkhDrOWe8TuUgJPXEj4YaTsMe9FjPGI2rWWWbUCKPZonVH7iQ9Hq0GeWsVcJEjuo_x2cuxkbJAVdoM02Bzsza3oBYUsLaaTDZEtH4AUUNL1QIB8wW4MDcJfql3hjSFoA/s200/Grey+%2526+Purple+zoom.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeFzScFos_KxY-__0kAgyFPPdmP3LudrMF5glJT7bHtR6_yibwK-MG9CgFbNZ6-ohQiWTkk6DSlipUfAPWVLtiwX-eYz1pPhnjCjPetPchcPk-BYgqnICL0rCJNyLJEnTNE0QajAxgF0/s1600/Grey+%2526+Purple+outside.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571591043111011410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeFzScFos_KxY-__0kAgyFPPdmP3LudrMF5glJT7bHtR6_yibwK-MG9CgFbNZ6-ohQiWTkk6DSlipUfAPWVLtiwX-eYz1pPhnjCjPetPchcPk-BYgqnICL0rCJNyLJEnTNE0QajAxgF0/s320/Grey+%2526+Purple+outside.jpg" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >White Sweet Classics:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >After enjoying my other high tops, i wanted a pair that could go with everything! So that i could sport a pair with whatever i wanted to wear. There's a Nike Factory Outlet store close to my house and so i went there and found these on sale. I always make sure to keep them super clean.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoREG2U3uE0oYqaJt66CTGN5sYG7ISEbLqyNSyJYRQWUIdCSbuhkm-fwhH2_p7h5ZFTTWnuoJjWIeeRbgZh4ZvbW-6xCjwYaxE-sH2jr9wfVVl3Ga7bp7WnRI79MiWL4zxokzM20Nyz0/s1600/Sweet+Classic+White.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571591741151787442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoREG2U3uE0oYqaJt66CTGN5sYG7ISEbLqyNSyJYRQWUIdCSbuhkm-fwhH2_p7h5ZFTTWnuoJjWIeeRbgZh4ZvbW-6xCjwYaxE-sH2jr9wfVVl3Ga7bp7WnRI79MiWL4zxokzM20Nyz0/s320/Sweet+Classic+White.jpg" /></a> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCiEpdkJB9vctBKxMq7jnEEj-JyGEyIajzUHpqvXJbZjHUKyyr5SdXYNqZbBSigjybGFNpRyh05pUGFTLw5aZNJYiUrLH0BDrq2Zlx8659154kCKR1s3SJVQVF2trvNo15YMkFdN99pY/s1600/Sweet+Classic+White+1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571591860692064690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCiEpdkJB9vctBKxMq7jnEEj-JyGEyIajzUHpqvXJbZjHUKyyr5SdXYNqZbBSigjybGFNpRyh05pUGFTLw5aZNJYiUrLH0BDrq2Zlx8659154kCKR1s3SJVQVF2trvNo15YMkFdN99pY/s320/Sweet+Classic+White+1.jpg" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Creamsicle: Orange & White wit Blue:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >These are more flashy and way bright. As i got more comfortable and didn't give a crap what other people thought of me i bought accordingly. My mind kept wanting to complete my fantasies of wearing the totally awesome shoes i customized back in middle school haha. With these sometimes i swop out the laces for white. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PT-6G_f-tmN6cY1k-lldrQPzs-X7bkNWQD-oKP-O4DuJMHPFyuWVNZDpL9fDedVZRS8aWqvBWZKH6HTTgfpddujqoNgUKT4ibDpBnooHRpy7LiHQrB7oW5jJpGqa1kMfXgbEvSfcj8c/s1600/Orange+%2526+Blue+Pair.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571592651806413186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PT-6G_f-tmN6cY1k-lldrQPzs-X7bkNWQD-oKP-O4DuJMHPFyuWVNZDpL9fDedVZRS8aWqvBWZKH6HTTgfpddujqoNgUKT4ibDpBnooHRpy7LiHQrB7oW5jJpGqa1kMfXgbEvSfcj8c/s320/Orange+%2526+Blue+Pair.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXBfZ7nL5-psrGxJWyVr2QludRAsK0ZQ5McfD3qlYhM5qQ6w4TYBgcc1QMILGM_VgttZLWJNu4FnNziDdMoRr32r3ls_HLpUNrUnZze8aBPf-ByOkYewaZfMvBULsk2chpd6kEN7MUUY/s1600/Orange+%2526+Blue.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571592963208710578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXBfZ7nL5-psrGxJWyVr2QludRAsK0ZQ5McfD3qlYhM5qQ6w4TYBgcc1QMILGM_VgttZLWJNu4FnNziDdMoRr32r3ls_HLpUNrUnZze8aBPf-ByOkYewaZfMvBULsk2chpd6kEN7MUUY/s200/Orange+%2526+Blue.jpg" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Purple & Grey: My birthday was coming up and as i was browsing on Nike.com i found these. I had to have them! They're my absolute favorite shade and color of purple. I was in school and this was the first birthday package that i received from my Grandma. Totally awesome.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHM_M6bSK2AwIEuHBW4ZJ3kjPK7UiLosSxcRUfAXwMgYIflqC3qSbGueQLYxkSZM7O6QZvKDLFKTb7pNnfN2-wlV40cMJDHzqgqCn1siL1nz7fssW8jA8gt8yhdhPxLr69obu0GVQoc4/s1600/Purple-Nike-Dunks.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571594542250358706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHM_M6bSK2AwIEuHBW4ZJ3kjPK7UiLosSxcRUfAXwMgYIflqC3qSbGueQLYxkSZM7O6QZvKDLFKTb7pNnfN2-wlV40cMJDHzqgqCn1siL1nz7fssW8jA8gt8yhdhPxLr69obu0GVQoc4/s320/Purple-Nike-Dunks.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYybyZ8D_I6jPNUFIHc-WnbVpNfNPUpnCbcKYwvRFQEqusSu8YjXgsBbisW-wawMIKkHK9qMIqcBSs80NAwV9GfEXGOflBwlBH1tj6qPv8HDBjRymoP9oLmud7KjjginbXw9RL1FftvQ/s1600/Purple+%2526+Grey+zoom.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571595166837975218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYybyZ8D_I6jPNUFIHc-WnbVpNfNPUpnCbcKYwvRFQEqusSu8YjXgsBbisW-wawMIKkHK9qMIqcBSs80NAwV9GfEXGOflBwlBH1tj6qPv8HDBjRymoP9oLmud7KjjginbXw9RL1FftvQ/s320/Purple+%2526+Grey+zoom.jpg" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >'82 Sapphire AF1's: My first pair of Air Force One's! It was an exciting purchase. These are the most flashy and the most ghetto fabulous shoes i own. They're a little bit chunkier then the Dunks but i like them. I like the strap, they're awesome with skinny jeans! (any high top is too)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnBG04eHM6k5aB2nC9cK91xgFi0BU9ng8nfwkaJJ8ZZ3qxFGeD_QONmfELy2ZiD6lDcE-_jZUPAqZQSHNG3xI520JwFAj44xHxBYFuGInNsffOZ_DHs4xYcDbqUQkwoK3p6Fzbb4kO_o/s1600/Sapphire+AF1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571598004230997890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnBG04eHM6k5aB2nC9cK91xgFi0BU9ng8nfwkaJJ8ZZ3qxFGeD_QONmfELy2ZiD6lDcE-_jZUPAqZQSHNG3xI520JwFAj44xHxBYFuGInNsffOZ_DHs4xYcDbqUQkwoK3p6Fzbb4kO_o/s320/Sapphire+AF1.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GRG2tiXn5qg_Y7GZMM51ZtXUQvw6qetKVNPS-aeevcdm8d-jJC0wrwaYApnbqlb8Lnlq5aqO2ybCjldBuw_Iym3MA4f02VxTulwbHET9E5jE_Xgx11RB6LntweYE-ZDuNEaMlsfoE4M/s1600/Sapphire+AF1+back.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571596272810023106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GRG2tiXn5qg_Y7GZMM51ZtXUQvw6qetKVNPS-aeevcdm8d-jJC0wrwaYApnbqlb8Lnlq5aqO2ybCjldBuw_Iym3MA4f02VxTulwbHET9E5jE_Xgx11RB6LntweYE-ZDuNEaMlsfoE4M/s320/Sapphire+AF1+back.jpg" /></a></span> </p>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-78880633165474461202011-02-07T21:34:00.000-08:002011-02-09T00:18:54.066-08:00Get to know me...pictures :)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcI9tZBDH3U_xYStm0o597Z-ADVxm-sOM6BILjr8lrOr-r-I9lkSiTx66St3mLtsb_Twy50oPTZiOYdFxFlNfCnvkfPKrQzWMoZboG-f5me38xqID1vKlQGHbFjLLdBgkOpS5uFm-EjM/s1600/MVP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcI9tZBDH3U_xYStm0o597Z-ADVxm-sOM6BILjr8lrOr-r-I9lkSiTx66St3mLtsb_Twy50oPTZiOYdFxFlNfCnvkfPKrQzWMoZboG-f5me38xqID1vKlQGHbFjLLdBgkOpS5uFm-EjM/s320/MVP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571209661488758482" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Letterman's Jacket :)</div><div style="text-align: left;">That was during high school. Just a couple of years ago but it shows me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lookin</span> pretty happy, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sportin</span> one of my proudest achievements. I have always been an athlete, and love sports. I still play even though i didn't make the effort and play on a college team, i find ways to play sports where ever i am. I'd be lost without my athletics. I'm a Jock...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz7ixVST44XmqXWL48qxZTsXVZr7ZQVoZmfbfLp-N3e1vTmg-7K2Pi3HhDbMysgPl0RMY2vKSCaF7tGc5Q4W8YxkbPmaS5B37Eazs-CW5oO4io6G9rw8yh34jRrvpIFMWYhqJpeun7Q8/s1600/G.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz7ixVST44XmqXWL48qxZTsXVZr7ZQVoZmfbfLp-N3e1vTmg-7K2Pi3HhDbMysgPl0RMY2vKSCaF7tGc5Q4W8YxkbPmaS5B37Eazs-CW5oO4io6G9rw8yh34jRrvpIFMWYhqJpeun7Q8/s320/G.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571198845591003074" /></a></div><div>This is me when i was living in Idaho. It was a weekend and i was getting ready to go to a block party dance. In High School i didn't have the courage to dress like this, but now that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> out in the real world...the true me is being released, and i love it!<div><br /></div><div>I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'ma</span> G.</div><div>I know it's hard not to laugh when i say that...but just roll with it. :)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I think this started at a young age...i have played basketball since i was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">youngin</span> and even then i wore a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bandanna</span> around my head to keep my hair back, and after they didn't allow those i wore sweatbands and wrist bands. I was a part of the culture of basketball, and some of that is being a G <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">haha</span>. The hip-hop and rap came along with basketball for me as well.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I listen to hip-hop, rap and R&B/Soul music. I love it. I feel it! I also love dancing just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">freestylin</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">havin</span> fun...i love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">gettin</span> down to my favorite music. It's always a party if there's some good music <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">bumpin</span>. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkwxwSVtq0ITawZqqHFIrhOnJYjKt9sjyKMIz0idOaOIBaHuJHqR79TsdyVen3ZoD8lbzyADT7VpDoyHpOqBagUIedH1ToTRyY9ScvkHpDMjg2A0mHPgpuKeIiSTKembR3NrJsZd-eNw/s1600/G.jpg"><br /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZ54kyG54KynGiBrb9KikfljjJY5SmLIC3L2Aw5dxYFPEG6zJFfwHApl4lT29ZaZDS6Bt0-JRmOz8htiUay0SOJhJDLV9kvZkgeybPzgsox5LcLuvzkELmOG4q7nayIlFU0HVEWULEjs/s1600/G+chlash+1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZ54kyG54KynGiBrb9KikfljjJY5SmLIC3L2Aw5dxYFPEG6zJFfwHApl4lT29ZaZDS6Bt0-JRmOz8htiUay0SOJhJDLV9kvZkgeybPzgsox5LcLuvzkELmOG4q7nayIlFU0HVEWULEjs/s320/G+chlash+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571199667506176386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz7ixVST44XmqXWL48qxZTsXVZr7ZQVoZmfbfLp-N3e1vTmg-7K2Pi3HhDbMysgPl0RMY2vKSCaF7tGc5Q4W8YxkbPmaS5B37Eazs-CW5oO4io6G9rw8yh34jRrvpIFMWYhqJpeun7Q8/s1600/G.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Best Friends...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Hippie</span> and I :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I am happiest when in the company of my favorite people. Right now...i don't have very much company around me often. I moved back home and most of my friends are still in school. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Hippie</span> is one of my best friends even though she lives far away. She's a real special friend to me! One that i hope i am friends with for a long time. We just click, and i learn a lot from her. Hopefully i can go on a little adventure and visit her soon. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDBXLsPMfh3LRzT0fmvW_rCv4KQdBaSWZA_x-hs5c6Jm-RX_b5dqo9iaqJ-2aSARpgQ7u2NAltLU7IdZ9ygs2b6X01osN54KFMn6Rbo-3iDOODU9_8FO7VjmKJpMqArUm0nx2M5gvhnY/s320/puppies%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571598810773364498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Puppy and I :)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes...i call her puppy. She calls me puppy. It's the type of friendship we have. You know when puppies play and one will bite too hard and the other yelps but then they just keep on playing?? We're kind of like that...haha. It sounds stupid but it makes sense i promise. We hardly ever get too mad at each other but if we do get mad or upset about something we don't stay mad at each other for long. We apologize and move on with our friendship. We've been friends for a long time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>I cherish my friends, i believe they are special people put into our lives for a reason! sometimes just to be there for us, other times we learn and grow through friendships. I love getting to know people. The first feelings of friendship (or any relationship for that matter) are my favorite. In friendships, I try to forgive quickly and i am usually the first person to say sorry. I am the nice girl :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8qgYFdRkRJUNpvNm9B2n95MqZFIvihmU1xqVdzDL7j9-bpOF26y5qTAqE4lHhfmaAy_6W0UxmYk56I38ErLwSBHH4J_pw2RurEecTbcCCvaREDVg0gZfwPtWh8S1-W35RtBxsgNwobY/s320/rodeo+050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571203746224353826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Skidz</span> and I at my first Rodeo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Although i wish that i had a dating life...i do not! A little fact about me...i have never had a boyfriend. Well that is...a relationship where it's official and i call the guy my boyfriend. I feel like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">missin</span> out, but it'll come someday. That photo was taken on a date i went on with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Skidz</span>, who is now just a close friend, but he lives far away too! :( He took me to my first Rodeo when i was in Idaho.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUPdw4cdathyphenhyphenlb4U8eJTFy0RTHoq8iGMtZkzHY38LulEv8FH96xDUJgs5VRng4cXN4rYFdqDq-ulPnwAqpxV5X_G5WCh33uyYJxSJvySrcFAdE2qWbrZVSY1FiDezAcsM7kI32CcmKvs/s320/superman+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571205764310311954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Superman and I <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" />:o)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This one on a kind of blind date i went on with one of my friend's, friend's cousins...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">haha</span> got that? It was also a first time for me to go to "Sky High". This super cool place that's full of gymnastics trampolines! I call him Superman because he's super buff and also very sweet. He is a very special friend, we had a little fling but he lives kind of far away so we're just friends. We still talk tho. He is one of those people who makes my day, often :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway that's a little bit about me with some pictures. Feel free to leave comments on any posts! I'll enjoy having followers and people that can help me out and/or relate to anything i write in the future.</div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886648428939510095.post-63798711032110018542011-02-07T17:16:00.000-08:002011-02-07T17:20:22.287-08:00Hi!So i finally have my own blog! WELCOME...<div><br /></div><div>This will be an exciting new adventure, and hopefully they'll be some people who join me on this adventure. We'll see how it goes. Blogs are fun to read, i am guaranteeing mine will always be fun to read but i plan to express feelings, experiences, and random thoughts here to share with whoever wants to read them.</div><div><br /></div><div>WOOHOO. Here we go!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Chloeazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00881069727674019046noreply@blogger.com0