<?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-4382750671219994634</id><updated>2011-12-20T22:43:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5909256186673654395</id><published>2010-03-07T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:41:39.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trailer for Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever - Funny Videos | Cracked.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='width: 300px; max-height: 234px; padding: 8px; margin: 0 auto auto 2px; overflow-y: auto;'&gt;&lt;div style='float: right; width: 113px; height: 100px; padding: 0; margin: 0;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cracked.share-server.com/view/content/1f82cf36-2a5c-11df-c380-d9552f04950f'&gt;&lt;img src='http://share-server.com/view/post/1f82cf36-2a5c-11df-c380-d9552f04950f'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='font: bold 12px Tahoma; color: #2f2f2f; padding: 0; margin: 0 123px 8px 0;'&gt;"In honor of tonight..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='font: 12px Tahoma; color: #2f2f2f; padding: 0; margin: 0 123px 0 0;'&gt;Catchphrase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='font: 11px Tahoma;padding: 0; margin: 8px 0;'&gt;&lt;a style='color: #005cff;' href='http://cracked.share-server.com/view/content/1f82cf36-2a5c-11df-c380-d9552f04950f'&gt;View &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&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/4382750671219994634-5909256186673654395?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5909256186673654395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5909256186673654395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5909256186673654395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5909256186673654395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2010/03/trailer-for-every-academy-award-winning.html' title='A Trailer for Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever - Funny Videos | Cracked.com'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-2403726337177227665</id><published>2009-07-03T23:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:29:25.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Best!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!!! It's one of my favorites--I even made a special Happy 4th of July wreath.  I'm just so crafty sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sk7okUQ_rLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PbFFsqkfRZs/s1600-h/IMGP3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sk7okUQ_rLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PbFFsqkfRZs/s400/IMGP3449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354472717603024050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-2403726337177227665?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/2403726337177227665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=2403726337177227665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/2403726337177227665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/2403726337177227665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-best.html' title='It&apos;s the Best!!!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sk7okUQ_rLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PbFFsqkfRZs/s72-c/IMGP3449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-7159167834228294370</id><published>2009-03-29T16:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:01:16.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>So it's been QUITE a while since I've blogged.  I even almost forgot how to log in and write a new blog.  Let's see what I've been up to in the past few months.  &lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy new year!  I just had my best new year's party yet.  I went with some new friends and we became instant great friends.  We all dressed up snazzy and went to a dance (I even FINALLY found the perfect opportunity to wear my vintage diamond tie necklace).  The dance wasn't the coolest, but we had the most fun EVER!  Haha, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_6BLl1N4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4-HH3Aj7o04/s1600-h/n707882981_1370141_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_6BLl1N4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4-HH3Aj7o04/s200/n707882981_1370141_16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318744583146125186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_6BPHeKrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4IehONpHRok/s1600-h/n707882981_1370137_8121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_6BPHeKrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4IehONpHRok/s200/n707882981_1370137_8121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318744584092527282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun partying for New Years, that we decided to take the party to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_8mZsZOwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/n8zvX-pzh-0/s1600-h/n707882981_1474993_7045.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/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_8mZsZOwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/n8zvX-pzh-0/s200/n707882981_1474993_7045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318747421610162946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_9Y6iBixI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V2z-1DN8z6E/s1600-h/n707882981_1475277_7437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_9Y6iBixI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V2z-1DN8z6E/s200/n707882981_1475277_7437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318748289418496786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_9YQcJLoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rmDsSaIwW_o/s1600-h/n707882981_1475256_7255.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/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_9YQcJLoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rmDsSaIwW_o/s200/n707882981_1475256_7255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318748278119542402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only went to Vegas AFTER we decided to find a house, renovate it, and move in.  Wow, what an undertaking.  The house is really cool now, still a little drafty...I'm only regretting that I didn't take any 'before' pictures of the house before we started working on it.  We repainted, scrubbed down the floors, walls, and doors, put in new carpet, tore out the bathtub, tore out the floor, put in new subfloor, tiled the bathroom, tiled the kitchen (after we moved in), installed a new toilet, and all the other misc things that come along with cleaning up a run down house.  (Sorry John, but it is, I'm sure you'll agree).   This was probably the most stressful thing I have been through.  I will put up pictures of the cute house once I find my camera battery.  One of the many things lost during the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to ever let myself just settle and be satisfied with where I am at in life.  I always have to stress myself out by doing crazy things.  So as soon as the house settled down, I decided with my friend Jenn Barlow, that we would study for the LEED test and become LEED AP's (Accredited Professional).   This is just not any test, this is the hardest test I have ever taken in my LIFE!  This is the other reason I haven't been on the internet.  I studied over 100 hours and have never been more nervous.  The test is changing versions soon and I have heard it is supposed to be about 3 times harder than the existing one.  I was psyching myself out because I knew that I only have two shots to pass this test.  Well, I totally passed it.  I even got 91% on the test when 80% is passing, so it was awesome to know that all of the studying I did paid off!  I love it!  I'm now freaking LEED AP!!!!!!  I still smile every time I think about it!  I almost threw up right before I found out my score (it posts your score on the computer right after you click "Finish").  But once I saw that I passed, I just started crying and couldn't stop!  I walked out of the room totally stoked and couldn't stop jumping up and down.  I still can't believe I passed.  So basically this test means that I can now work on LEED projects knowing the processes and I can help in the construction process.  (It also means that I can help the project earn a point in ID (Innovation in Design) credit 2).  Projects that go for LEED certification are using 'green building' techniques to create an energy efficient building with a healthy atmosphere for the occupants.  I think it is definitely the way of future building.  It's been a passion of mine ever since I was in junior high pulling aluminum cans out of the trash to recycle.   Click &lt;a href="http://www.usgbc.org/ShowFile.aspx?DocumentID=5515"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see a really cool project that earned the highest (platinum) LEED certification.  I'm just a nerd about this so I could ramble forever.  I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My triathlon training was put on hold while I was studying, so now I have a month to get in shape for the St George tri.  I am really stoked about it, but extremely nervous about whether I will be ready or not.  I'll have to see how my week goes now that I have some free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-7159167834228294370?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/7159167834228294370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=7159167834228294370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/7159167834228294370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/7159167834228294370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/Sc_6BLl1N4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4-HH3Aj7o04/s72-c/n707882981_1370141_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-3355663645781559614</id><published>2008-12-21T15:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:49:39.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake in December</title><content type='html'>It's amazing.  I just love it!  The Gallivan Plaza has ice skating outside, temple square is lit up beautifully, and the capitol has lit up their single Christmas tree.  Anyone know what's up with that by the way?  They have one small tree in the south east corner of the capitol that is lit up.  And that's it.  And it's small.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, our singles ward went to temple square to see the lights.  I want to go back again to see the nativity scene all the way through.  I only spent a quick minute.  It was actually really warm when we went so I only had to have my sweater.   Which ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7Hl26D0TI/AAAAAAAAATM/u6EAqCykXK8/s1600-h/Dre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7Hl26D0TI/AAAAAAAAATM/u6EAqCykXK8/s400/Dre.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282378866160292146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7HlpX6bfI/AAAAAAAAATE/98ixl0mIlqQ/s1600-h/More+lights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7HlpX6bfI/AAAAAAAAATE/98ixl0mIlqQ/s400/More+lights.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282378862527409650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7HlIDH3iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aDYZ1dmtAM8/s1600-h/Lights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7HlIDH3iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aDYZ1dmtAM8/s400/Lights.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282378853581839906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7HkhUYVII/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZZSh2V2cNCw/s1600-h/Me+in+front+of+temple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7HkhUYVII/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZZSh2V2cNCw/s400/Me+in+front+of+temple.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282378843185239170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-3355663645781559614?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/3355663645781559614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=3355663645781559614&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3355663645781559614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3355663645781559614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/12/salt-lake-in-december.html' title='Salt Lake in December'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7Hl26D0TI/AAAAAAAAATM/u6EAqCykXK8/s72-c/Dre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-7076499689591299379</id><published>2008-12-21T15:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:27:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAZZ!!</title><content type='html'>I am really getting bad at blogging lately, but I need to be doing things in order to blog about them right?  &lt;br /&gt;One of the coolest things I have done lately, well quite a few weeks ago, was go to the Jazz game.  I didn't just go to the Jazz game, I got front row seats to the Jazz game!  It was completely amazing and I feel so lucky that I was able to go.  Thanks again Dad!  I REALLY had the time of my life!  I invited Joe, Jon and Jen to go with me and we had dinner on top of the stadium before the game started.  There was a buffet with the best food and I was extremely impressed with the ice cream bar that they gave before the game to take down.  &lt;br /&gt;When we went to our seats, we ended up sitting RIGHT next to the Jazz players.  Like we were so close, we were talking to them.  It was so great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BQe7gHkI/AAAAAAAAASU/kLqmIy6SCDY/s1600-h/The+Jazz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BQe7gHkI/AAAAAAAAASU/kLqmIy6SCDY/s320/The+Jazz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282371901876870722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some good pictures of my boyfriend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BQJW9jnI/AAAAAAAAASM/nF8TteEIjII/s1600-h/Deron+on+Court.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BQJW9jnI/AAAAAAAAASM/nF8TteEIjII/s320/Deron+on+Court.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282371896086466162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BP5a_UfI/AAAAAAAAASE/COQi2snzMuY/s1600-h/Deron+looking+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BP5a_UfI/AAAAAAAAASE/COQi2snzMuY/s320/Deron+looking+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282371891808391666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BO0Dl2DI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rXPmuyAAY3A/s1600-h/Deron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BO0Dl2DI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rXPmuyAAY3A/s320/Deron.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282371873188206642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they did lose, towards the end the Jazz called a time out.  CJ came walking around the team, and I was clapping my hands, and I said "It's OK, you guys are still looking good!"  He LOOKED and me and nodded his head a few times.  We totally had a moment.  I think he likes me!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7ChcuznqI/AAAAAAAAASk/8CFr8SSsMz8/s1600-h/Korver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7ChcuznqI/AAAAAAAAASk/8CFr8SSsMz8/s320/Korver.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282373292856155810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a quick pic of my other boyfriend, Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7ChEMjoEI/AAAAAAAAASc/yTn01bYrYcM/s1600-h/Sloan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7ChEMjoEI/AAAAAAAAASc/yTn01bYrYcM/s320/Sloan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282373286270050370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-7076499689591299379?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/7076499689591299379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=7076499689591299379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/7076499689591299379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/7076499689591299379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/12/jazz.html' title='JAZZ!!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SU7BQe7gHkI/AAAAAAAAASU/kLqmIy6SCDY/s72-c/The+Jazz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8198333826848690874</id><published>2008-12-04T19:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:01:59.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie-oke!</title><content type='html'>When I was in college my fun, awesome, cool roommate Carrie once was telling me one night that she wants to marry someone with the last name of 'oke' so she her name would be Carrie Oke.  Ever since then, every time I think about Carrie or kareoke, I think of that.  We just are silly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I never realize how much I love kareoke until I'm there and I love it even more on stage with a great song.  Last Tuesday, Part of Your World by my favorite little mermaid Ariel was my great song of the night.  I'm not sure if many of you know, but this is, has been and always will be my favorite movie ever.  My grandma says that when she babysat I would come home from school and watch it everyday, twice a day.  That's a lot of Little Mermaid but I still don't get bored of it.  My friend Margie came up with me because I was a little nervous to go up by myself, but after i got going and realized I still new every single word of the song by heart, I had a little fun with the audience.  &lt;br /&gt;Joe and Jon got up to sing hard core.  Oh, it made me laugh.  They were the stars of the night I would have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Here they are rocking their socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STidWx1TQFI/AAAAAAAAARs/vIo9X3FyDk0/s1600-h/joe+and+jon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STidWx1TQFI/AAAAAAAAARs/vIo9X3FyDk0/s320/joe+and+jon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276139978124116050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to bed so late and was extremely exhausted at work, but I would for sure do it again.  This next time, I hope we can get on stage a few more times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8198333826848690874?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8198333826848690874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8198333826848690874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8198333826848690874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8198333826848690874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/12/carrie-oke.html' title='Carrie-oke!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STidWx1TQFI/AAAAAAAAARs/vIo9X3FyDk0/s72-c/joe+and+jon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-6730473130861288506</id><published>2008-12-04T19:06:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:59:21.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Hez!!! Wink! &lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm incredibly behind on this.  I make no apologies, I'm a busy person.  I just wanted to start getting into the festive holiday mood and post some pics starting with Halloween.  &lt;br /&gt;Our pre-Halloween weekend I think was better than the Halloween weekend (maybe because the flu shot made me sick?), but both were just fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiQlm3xhWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0g0v0wNzdXI/s1600-h/IMGP2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiQlm3xhWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0g0v0wNzdXI/s320/IMGP2950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276125939228575074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved Rainbow Brite and found her awesome costume online.  It was such a fun outfit, but very uncomfortable, it kept falling up and driving me nuts.  So that costume only lasted the night.  And the week previous to it when I wore it everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiQmPG_eYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CtR1E_8NkPY/s1600-h/IMGP2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiQmPG_eYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CtR1E_8NkPY/s320/IMGP2953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276125950029822338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomies!  We were both so excited for the outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiQmr1sB_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mOMZuw_5-5o/s1600-h/IMGP2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiQmr1sB_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mOMZuw_5-5o/s320/IMGP2956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276125957741873138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume of the year went to these two.  Blades of Glory is in my top ten favorite movies, and I was so excited to see they dressed up like the two!  It was awesome.  By the way, if any of you know the guy in the blue suit, HOOK ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not many people came to the family home evening we had on Monday dressed up.  Dre and I were enjoying our morbid Halloween together.   I threw this costume together in about 5 minutes and it totally rocked, so it won the prize-it got to be worn for all Hallow's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiPLBQj2xI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ZK7TlwEmHwU/s1600-h/Dre+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiPLBQj2xI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ZK7TlwEmHwU/s320/Dre+and+I.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276124382943763218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween night:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiPLawu-1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/E5lipb6yQAQ/s1600-h/Lauras+deck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiPLawu-1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/E5lipb6yQAQ/s320/Lauras+deck.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276124389789596498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being a zombie, Mark (can't remember who he was), Jen was Selene from Underworld (personally one of my top five favorite movies), and Joe was Justin Timberlake from the 90's!  It was fun to be had by all at the Durham household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiPLqOzuBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nirdxlvRT4E/s1600-h/It+scares+even+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiPLqOzuBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nirdxlvRT4E/s320/It+scares+even+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276124393942267922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is in a stage makeup class and made this scary little number for me on my face.  It scares even me.  Thanks Anna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Halloween, I bought this wreath last year, during the Christmas season I might add, and it looks like I should have used it in October.  Hmm.  Thoughts?  Every time I come home and leave my place, I stare at it wondering what to think of it.  Christmas?  Halloween?  Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiT3q_rPDI/AAAAAAAAARE/nBeTT7X0WKM/s1600-h/IMGP3094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiT3q_rPDI/AAAAAAAAARE/nBeTT7X0WKM/s320/IMGP3094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276129548107988018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-6730473130861288506?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/6730473130861288506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=6730473130861288506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6730473130861288506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6730473130861288506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiQlm3xhWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0g0v0wNzdXI/s72-c/IMGP2950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-1402125814102435975</id><published>2008-12-04T18:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:07:54.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>So I just need to get my stuff that I don't need anymore out of this apartment.  That stuff I listed below for sale?  I know Laura wanted the shelf, not sure if you still do Laura, but it's now all free.  Merry Christmas!!  But really, if you want any of this stuff, let me know.  Oh, and I think I might just keep the curling iron and glass vases since they are brand new.  Unless someone still wants to buy them.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh and since I am all moved in, I wanted to show off the fun, adorable and Anthropologie-ish apartment.  Mainly to the small fam on the east side.  I just love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZEr6knkI/AAAAAAAAARM/1nzrQizbWfc/s1600-h/IMGP3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZEr6knkI/AAAAAAAAARM/1nzrQizbWfc/s320/IMGP3090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135269251456578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash dining room slash storage room for bike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZFF4jA7I/AAAAAAAAARU/zsFRwaT0PdA/s1600-h/IMGP3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZFF4jA7I/AAAAAAAAARU/zsFRwaT0PdA/s320/IMGP3091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135276222284722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet awesome small kitchen:  I just bought a set of amazing Wusthof knife set from Sur La Table.  I still haven't had the opportunity to try them out, but that is my favorite part of the kitchen.  So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZFgyFSxI/AAAAAAAAARc/rz7J07lMIJY/s1600-h/IMGP3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZFgyFSxI/AAAAAAAAARc/rz7J07lMIJY/s320/IMGP3092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135283442928402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing bedroom/bed that I just can't wait to get into every night.  And yes, I do sleep with that teddy bear every night.  It's a comfy, cuddly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZF6bwkrI/AAAAAAAAARk/vtSwdfu_bRk/s1600-h/IMGP3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZF6bwkrI/AAAAAAAAARk/vtSwdfu_bRk/s320/IMGP3093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135290328617650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-1402125814102435975?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/1402125814102435975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=1402125814102435975&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/1402125814102435975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/1402125814102435975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/12/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STiZEr6knkI/AAAAAAAAARM/1nzrQizbWfc/s72-c/IMGP3090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8836934616283558566</id><published>2008-11-30T14:10:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:22:02.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMFab_gPjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VjI4EF-XxXM/s1600-h/IMGP2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMFab_gPjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VjI4EF-XxXM/s320/IMGP2975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274565540329831986"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this was a WHOLE month ago.  I've been busy, ok? But I just wanted to post some funny and VERY cute pictures of when my niece (and my sister and brother-in-law) came out to visit us here in Utah for Halloween.   The last time I saw her in person was when they came out for her baby blessing when she was 4 months old.  &lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it would be so hard to get two people to look at the camera at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;(We didn't even mean to make the same face at the same time, we're just cool like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STieI_zB3_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/AVaSSq9gpIU/s1600-h/Juliana+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STieI_zB3_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/AVaSSq9gpIU/s320/Juliana+and+i.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276140840866144242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEh0g7coI/AAAAAAAAAQE/6vIooBM17ho/s1600-h/IMGP2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEh0g7coI/AAAAAAAAAQE/6vIooBM17ho/s320/IMGP2995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274564567659934338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEhreyo4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/gX2HWxI4YAs/s1600-h/IMGP2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEhreyo4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/gX2HWxI4YAs/s320/IMGP2990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274564565235049346"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEhRDs20I/AAAAAAAAAP0/HxXyaITA5SQ/s1600-h/IMGP2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEhRDs20I/AAAAAAAAAP0/HxXyaITA5SQ/s320/IMGP2991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274564558142102338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEgyS2PuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G-oKzwf_hCw/s1600-h/IMGP2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMEgyS2PuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G-oKzwf_hCw/s320/IMGP2988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274564549884133090"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8836934616283558566?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8836934616283558566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8836934616283558566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8836934616283558566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8836934616283558566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/11/way-back-when.html' title='Way Back When...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/STMFab_gPjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VjI4EF-XxXM/s72-c/IMGP2975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-4787306934800181645</id><published>2008-11-22T11:54:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:08:40.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showcase Showdown</title><content type='html'>Boy it's been a LONG time.  I have a backlog of some pretty awesome blogs. Probably not really awesome, but they'll be coming soon as I get finally situated.&lt;br /&gt;So as most everyone knows, I'm almost moved into a cute, quaint apartment.  Quaint meaning small.  Which also means I have a bunch of extra stuff that doesn't fit into the apartment.  So my friends, I'm asking some help.  If you want to buy any of the following or have any friends that want to buy any of this, let me know!  I would just give it to DI, but I thought maybe some of you would want first pick.&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;First item on the list is a.... ROCK BAND SET!  Be the envy of all your friends and neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;It's for Playstation 2 and comes with the drums, guitar, microphone, game, and all the fun wires.  $109.99 OBO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShin8o9tFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/439nh47vynY/s1600-h/Rock+Band.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShin8o9tFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/439nh47vynY/s320/Rock+Band.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271571802269529170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a cute little tea tray.  It's cute!  Make your offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShio-hS9HI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Eu8Vf5olAes/s1600-h/Tea+Tray.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShio-hS9HI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Eu8Vf5olAes/s320/Tea+Tray.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271571819954107506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone need a set of knives?  One of the steak knives is missing, $11.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SSheqzyKHpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uaobjvydmOQ/s1600-h/Knife+Set.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SSheqzyKHpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uaobjvydmOQ/s320/Knife+Set.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271567453385268882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for the holidays.  Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShhKBrmRwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hgtXgxxk6bw/s1600-h/Christmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShhKBrmRwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hgtXgxxk6bw/s320/Christmas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271570188715050754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourself warm this winter in a soft, comfy Chenille throw!  $9.99 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShlPYKxF8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/rb8n9IdzVbE/s1600-h/Throw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShlPYKxF8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/rb8n9IdzVbE/s320/Throw.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271574678697220034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants it, I have a car charger for a razor/sliver.  Totally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf_ApL-FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/moBLEMix8_Q/s1600-h/Sliver:Razor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf_ApL-FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/moBLEMix8_Q/s320/Sliver:Razor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271568899946313810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your home homely with this really cool wall hanging!  It really does have all the glass holders for candles, but I didn't put it all together.  $12.99 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShipESxKrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/M-HJ1kTCkxo/s1600-h/Wall+Hanging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShipESxKrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/M-HJ1kTCkxo/s320/Wall+Hanging.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271571821503785650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun can be had by all with this set of glass vases.  Is that the plural for vase?  Either way, they are perfect for decorating or gifts!  Set-$8.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShgARbzYdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JR9TnIAcTWw/s1600-h/Vase.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShgARbzYdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JR9TnIAcTWw/s320/Vase.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271568921633448402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to show off those pictures of your high school sweetheart, than this really classy shelf!  I don't have the anchors for this, but I just used screws behind it to hold it up on the wall.  It looks great!  $5.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf--0VySI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Cul0JpKMQxs/s1600-h/Shelf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf--0VySI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Cul0JpKMQxs/s320/Shelf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271568899456223522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look great while spending a night out in town!  Get ready for this state of the art curling iron!  I only used once on a single strand of hair.  This is pretty much brand new!  I think it's 1 1/2" barrel.   Let's say $10.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf-VjUxqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_K4h5xlVZbo/s1600-h/Curling+Iron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf-VjUxqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_K4h5xlVZbo/s320/Curling+Iron.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271568888379000482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock out with your friends on this set of speakers!!!  Comes with two small speakers and a bit bigger base speaker.  It has great quality!  $7.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf_hY4FKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ueIC3OsHkP0/s1600-h/Speakers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShf_hY4FKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ueIC3OsHkP0/s320/Speakers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271568908736271522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-4787306934800181645?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/4787306934800181645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=4787306934800181645&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4787306934800181645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4787306934800181645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/11/showcase-showdown.html' title='Showcase Showdown'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SShin8o9tFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/439nh47vynY/s72-c/Rock+Band.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5076304842852639214</id><published>2008-10-09T21:14:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:11:24.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Crafty!</title><content type='html'>She gets around, she's crafty, she's always down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Halloween, as most of you should know, is my second favorite holiday EVER.  I just love it so much.  Decorating, carving pumpkins, the amazing colors in the mountains, the crisp air, the trick or treating...&lt;br /&gt;So decorating for Halloween is my absolute favorite thing to do, and I have always wanted to go all out every year.  Well this is the first year that I am not a broke college student and not living in an apartment, so I FINALLY am starting to get some sweet decorations put together.  Last week I went crazy with the Halloween decorations and crafts.  And tonight I made this out of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7ZUKpDzxI/AAAAAAAAANE/JADug-E_Fl4/s1600-h/Wreath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7ZUKpDzxI/AAAAAAAAANE/JADug-E_Fl4/s400/Wreath.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376755665129234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the whole thing!  I even bought the grapevine wreath and spray painted it black.  I honestly didn't know I was so crafty.  No offense, but I feel like I am officially a Utahn.  I have some other pretty cool decorations, but this one by far tops them.  When I actually have a house and possibly some small children, I am going to make my whole house a haunted house.  From mid September through October, I am going to have the spooky sounds CD playing and spider webs all over the hallways and doorways, and my lawn is going to look SOOO spooky.  I promise, no blow up cheesy characters.  It's going to look like a real life creepy old cemetery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just wanted to share some of my favorite things and pastimes of Halloween since I can't stop thinking about it and the reminiscing is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my most memorable Halloween nights have been with my best friend from 5th grade, Heather.  When we were younger (yes we probably did this throughout junior high), we used to get together with her brothers and sisters and neighbors to make a haunted house in her basement.  We just had so much fun putting it together, I don't think it would have mattered if anyone came to it.  Her mom made the BEST sugar cookies with cream cheese frosting and we would make them for the kids that paid to come through it.  I'm sure this was so lame, but I just remember having the most fun ever and I don't really care if it really was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My same friend, Heather, and our other friend, Lyndy, and I all used to go trick-or-treating together.  We got together before we went out to make sure our costumes rocked and headed out to hunt down the neighbor with the best candy.  We would go with our pillowcases and after we were done, we spent the rest of the night switching out our candy to make sure we all got the most of our favorite candy.  Those were some fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really have wanted to ever grow up and I'm sure I still haven't grown up.  When I was a freshman in college, I still was in denial that we just didn't stop trick-or-treating.  I always thought that it had to end sometime, but it for sure wasn't going to be this year, or the next, or the next.  My two friends in the dorms and I dressed up and went trick-or-treating around Cedar City.  After about the 3rd person that asked us if we were a little old, I started to get really sad and it had never occurred to me that I really was getting too old for it.  I still remember where I was standing when this happened and the mean old man that made me realize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7YpXU-7QI/AAAAAAAAAM0/k21bO6qPx_Y/s1600-h/Vegas+Halloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7YpXU-7QI/AAAAAAAAAM0/k21bO6qPx_Y/s320/Vegas+Halloween.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376020336209154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting Halloween I have had was two years ago when I was living in Vegas.  We decided to all get together and go to the strip for the night.  Not the best idea when going with a group from church that doesn't want to go to the club.  Not much else to do on the strip.  I had my favorite costume-a dead ballerina-and we headed out.  My friend Jody had the coolest costume I could ever see.  It was Flava Flave.  She wore the dark makeup and looked exactly like him.  The best part was when she didn't like someone she met she would tell them their time was up and pour some of the "wine" out on the floor in front of them.  So a security guard watched as we were in Caesars and got a little upset.  He came and talked to her and she told him that his time was up and poured the glass out right in front of him.  The best part was that he just laughed and shook his head.  My friend was one of his girlfriends.  I can't remember the name though.  What made it the most interesting was the other girls' "costumes".  They weren't so much costumes as they were basically just naked.  You know those slutty costumes that come out for one night a year?  These didn't even compare.  I still remember one girl that wore a tiny tiny little see through white dress.  There was no point in bothering with the dress, and I'm still not sure what she was for Halloween.  Best costume ever went to this guy we passed that dressed up as Dave Chappelle dressed up as the 'crack cocaine' dealer.  It's cocaine in a can!  Haha!  I love that show.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7fEEoKc_I/AAAAAAAAANU/N3yopLskSKY/s1600-h/dave-chappelle-13505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7fEEoKc_I/AAAAAAAAANU/N3yopLskSKY/s320/dave-chappelle-13505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255383076242617330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7ZZTyPocI/AAAAAAAAANM/jr1OzqEf3_Y/s1600-h/Which+Witch%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7ZZTyPocI/AAAAAAAAANM/jr1OzqEf3_Y/s200/Which+Witch%3F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376844018917826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite books from my childhood is Which Witch is Which?  I think I got this through the Scholastic booklet when I was in first grade.  I think this book stands out so well in my mind because it had stickers, and probably because it was about Halloween.  I'm pretty sure we still have it somewhere at my parents house.  I just thought it was so clever, the play on words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7ZJcaRtoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FzSJl1qbmzo/s1600-h/Hocus+Pocus+LB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7ZJcaRtoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FzSJl1qbmzo/s400/Hocus+Pocus+LB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376571456403074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite Halloween movie ever is Hocus Pocus.  I absolutely LOVE this movie because it is everything that Halloween should be.  It's not gory and bloody and gross, yet it's scary enough to be a spooky Halloween movie, and it's not a cheesy kids movie.   I used to watch Hocus Pocus even in March or June.  I just love it.  The Sanderson sisters always creeped me out but made me laugh at the same time.  Bette Midler made me hate and love her.  My favorite part of the movie is when Sarah Jessica Parker starts jumping up and down and saying, "Amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck"  If you saw it, you would love it too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7X25kGxAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/U32JP88omWU/s1600-h/Hocus+Pocus+witches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7X25kGxAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/U32JP88omWU/s320/Hocus+Pocus+witches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255375153353114626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7XzBXeJ_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/69HycNMjl5g/s1600-h/Hocus+Pocus+Zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7XzBXeJ_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/69HycNMjl5g/s320/Hocus+Pocus+Zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255375086728128498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just my favorite.  His little outburst at the end of the movie has always made me laugh so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7SrQP3CbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EyE1B6JpeWk/s1600-h/Beetlejuice.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7SrQP3CbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EyE1B6JpeWk/s320/Beetlejuice.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255369455725644210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Hocus Pocus came out, Beetlejuice was for sure my favorite Halloween movie.  I just loved it and never quite understood it at the same time.  I loved it so much, that I used to watch the Beetlejuice cartoon anytime it was on.  Does anyone else remember this cartoon version?  I might just actually like the cartoon better than I like the movie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7Su5CACYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/X-VbhiBHHRI/s1600-h/Beetlejuice+Cartoon.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7Su5CACYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/X-VbhiBHHRI/s320/Beetlejuice+Cartoon.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255369518212974978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on about great Halloween memories because every one of them have been so awesome.  I'm just so excited to be in the Halloween spirit and getting decorated and dressed up!  Going through all of these memories, I think I have finally decided that Halloween really is and has been my favorite holiday.  The fourth of July is pretty cool, but you don't get to celebrate it as long as you do for Halloween.  And there aren't as many Fourth of July movies as there are Halloween movies.  Oh, I'm totally going to be in this awesome horror movie this year.  Filming starts tomorrow night.  It's going to rock, but it won't be released until after the first showing.  So you'll just have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-5076304842852639214?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5076304842852639214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5076304842852639214&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5076304842852639214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5076304842852639214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-crafty.html' title='She&apos;s Crafty!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO7ZUKpDzxI/AAAAAAAAANE/JADug-E_Fl4/s72-c/Wreath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-4597927293651159486</id><published>2008-10-08T21:23:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:38:19.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Utah</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to keep it rolling while I'm on a roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been WAY into biking lately and I went with the ward on a SWEET bike ride up City Creek.  It was such a fun and beautiful ride.  I rode my bike almost to the very top and it started to get a little late and I wasn't sure where the top was so I turned around only to find out that I was VERY close to the top.  So I turned right back around and finished.  I'm so glad I finished because I would have been so upset to find out how close I really was to the top.  I guess this lesson can be applied to all sorts of different life lessons.  I'm just going to leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2BUO-eATI/AAAAAAAAALM/zuDO5IUUSWc/s1600-h/Front+of+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2BUO-eATI/AAAAAAAAALM/zuDO5IUUSWc/s320/Front+of+trail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254998524828713266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So last Thursday I went with some awesome friends from the ward on a mountain bike ride.  I haven't ridden my mountain bike in a REALLY long time and when I went to pick it up, I almost fell over!  It weighs about 10 times my road bike.  I rode the Wasatch Crest which starts in Big Cottonwood canyon and ends in Millcreek canyon.  This was the PERFECT time to go on a bike ride in this area with the changing colors of the leaves.  It was so beautiful it completely took my breath away.  It was either that or "puke hill" that we rode our bikes up.  This hill was seriously neverending and I had to walk my bike up a lot of the steep parts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2GAUQTo8I/AAAAAAAAALU/TKdqwODzu1U/s1600-h/Puke+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2GAUQTo8I/AAAAAAAAALU/TKdqwODzu1U/s200/Puke+Hill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255003680206463938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  But all of that work totally made up for the amazing view we had.  On the top of the ridge, you can look over one side and see Solitude (I think that's the ski resort on that side) and on the other side of the ridge is Park City below.  At one point we were right on top of the ski slopes on the Park City side.  It was awesome and steep and a tiny bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JSXOi5eI/AAAAAAAAALs/ICqr_-gOFQQ/s1600-h/Devin+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JSXOi5eI/AAAAAAAAALs/ICqr_-gOFQQ/s320/Devin+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255007288776910306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2GmEVndgI/AAAAAAAAALc/bC1i73DGU-s/s1600-h/Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2GmEVndgI/AAAAAAAAALc/bC1i73DGU-s/s200/Ryan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255004328768796162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to my friend Ryan, we got some AMAZING pictures.  I just got to see these pictures, and I am so glad we got a picture of the awesome hill with the pine trees coming down one side of the mountain with the other trees coming down the other side of the mountain.  (Are they Aspens?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JWby07XI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwkTNbGoIuU/s1600-h/Cool+Mountain+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JWby07XI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwkTNbGoIuU/s320/Cool+Mountain+trees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255007358722305394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JaCniOiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y3RQ0MMkU2k/s1600-h/Cool+trees+zoomed+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JaCniOiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y3RQ0MMkU2k/s320/Cool+trees+zoomed+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255007420683532834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got going finally on some downhill and I was unfortunate enough to actually endo.  I have managed to keep myself from doing an endo all through college when I used to do some crazy rough trails and I start out after 4 years doing an endo.  I just couldn't keep my balance very well and the trail was a little small and there was a steep hill off to the left.  I for sure shouldn't have fallen, but I totally flipped over the bike and ended up getting tangled in it.  As I was flipping over, the handlebars turned and dug into my stomach and somehow I ended on the hill tangled, but once I was on the ground, I didn't stop there and continued to slide down the hill.  I think that's where I got this bruise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JrlkrBvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o6Z8NffFY8E/s1600-h/IMGP2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JrlkrBvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o6Z8NffFY8E/s320/IMGP2941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255007722124543730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked awesome, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I was feeling just a tiny bit timid.  Haha!  I tried to go fast, but I just kept getting a little nervous and that is where more mistakes tend to happen.  So anyway, we rode and rode and it got darker and darker.  We got into some of the mountain and ended up getting a little lost.  I was just a tiny bit nervous, but my mind started turning.  Thoughts like, "Well if we really don't find our way out, it's a pretty warm night and we could just cuddle until the morning." Then that led to things like, "What if it starts to get really cold and we have to take drastic measures?"  I'm so weird sometimes, but it gave me something to think about as we picked out a trail and pushed our bikes up.  By this time it was pretty dark and we were pushing our bikes up this STEEP STEEP small trail that had a bunch of logs we took our bikes up and over. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JfVR4frI/AAAAAAAAAME/tvM3Er-Y0Us/s1600-h/Emily+and+I+in+the+dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2JfVR4frI/AAAAAAAAAME/tvM3Er-Y0Us/s320/Emily+and+I+in+the+dark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255007511592337074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We only had one headlamp for all of us, which I tried to use, but I don't think it really helped at all.  We made it to Dog Lake and from there we took our pick of trails to get back to the end of the trail.  It was sooooo beautiful to be riding on this awesome mountain all by ourselves.  There was NO ONE else on the mountain and it was so peaceful.  I would have loved to be hiking through there to enjoy it a little more.  The river was somewhere off in the distance, I wasn't really sure where it was because it was so dark.  Being in the mountains in the dark walking by a lake, listening to the river, and feeling a light rain.  WOW, that is definitely my heaven.  I don't think there is anything at all on this earth that could be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-4597927293651159486?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/4597927293651159486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=4597927293651159486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4597927293651159486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4597927293651159486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-love-utah.html' title='Why I love Utah'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SO2BUO-eATI/AAAAAAAAALM/zuDO5IUUSWc/s72-c/Front+of+trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8025304282114559622</id><published>2008-10-07T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:45:26.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like bike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SOw63yO8isI/AAAAAAAAALE/AqJb4LBrWhs/s1600-h/IMGP2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SOw63yO8isI/AAAAAAAAALE/AqJb4LBrWhs/s320/IMGP2934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254639595286203074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am REALLY late in catching up...But I'm catching up AGAIN.  So a few weeks ago I decided pretty last minute to do a bike race.  The Legacy Highway finally opened and the morning it was to open, September 13th, they had a 20 mile bike/5k/10k race to benefit the Hess Cancer Foundation.  I decided to practice my biking skills (and give to the good) and since that was my favorite part of the tri, I wanted to get more into bike racing by starting on this race.  I just have to say that when I went to pick up my packet, I was given my race number.  It was 666!!!!  I stopped for second and looked at the guy and asked, "Are you sure you want to give that number out at a race?"  We all had a good laugh, but really I was just laughing out loud.  Not inside.  I was actually a bit nervous about this 666 business.  One lady even said to me, "I will have to check out your number on the internet after the race!  I hope you do ok"  Thanks lady.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going to the race alone because I had decided two days before to actually sign up for the race.  I started getting myself a little nervous and managed to stay pretty calm before the race.  &lt;br /&gt;It was awesome to be able to ride my bike on the freshly paved freeway and although there aren't very many, well, ANY pretty sites to see out in that neck of the woods, the air was fresh and crisp and it was a lot of fun.  Even alone.  I was actually alone through the majority of the race which made it a little harder to push myself, but the last half of the race I did almost twice as fast as I had done on the first half because I was trying to stay ahead of a small pack of about 10 people.  &lt;br /&gt;Despite the unlucky draw of my race number, I actually did pretty well.  I wanted to place within the top 100, but I really wasn't sure how far reaching that was since not everyone left at the same time-it was a timed race.   It ends up that I placed 9th in my division!!!!  (Female age 25-29) That's top freaking 10!!!  Only out of 54, but still it's top 10!  I finished the race in 1 hour and 3 minutes and placed 195th overall out of 888 racers.  Kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;It ended up that my friend from Ogden made it to the race and watched me cross the finish line and my other friends did the 5k race.  I didn't see any of them until I was leaving, but it was still pretty darn awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8025304282114559622?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8025304282114559622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8025304282114559622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8025304282114559622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8025304282114559622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-bike.html' title='I like bike.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SOw63yO8isI/AAAAAAAAALE/AqJb4LBrWhs/s72-c/IMGP2934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-4341981900117436415</id><published>2008-09-09T21:50:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:31:08.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finally made it to the jobsite last Monday!  I've been told since May that I was going out there, and I was planning on heading out in June... Anyway, I'm FINALLY out there, and I am just so happy that I get to wear jeans to work now.  Well, that and I get to be out watching the building come together is really cool too.  I am really excited because a) I finally get to wear my cowboy boots, b) I have a whole new wardrobe opened up to me and I almost don't know what to do with myself, c) I get an AWESOME work schedule 7-3:30 every day, and d) I get to hang out with two old, country guys.  This is not so much as "get" as "have", but sometimes when these guys argue or talk to each other, it gets pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;So I already have come to some realizations about being out at the job:&lt;br /&gt;-I am going to miss having a bathroom.  Port-a-potties are pretty stinky at a construction site.  I have been lucky enough that I can make it through the whole day without having to use one. Yet.  I figured that I look nice enough that if I went to the corner gas station and bought a drink, they wouldn't mind my use of their facilities.  &lt;br /&gt;-I am going to FREEZE my booty off out there!  These guys keep it so cold, that even THEY have to wear jackets inside.  This makes absolutely NO sense to me as I have my little foot heater under my desk.  &lt;br /&gt;-I might need a nose plug as almost every construction worker smokes and REALLY stinks up the trailer pretty quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;-I am going to miss running water.  Not being able to wash my hands after my morning apple makes me not so happy.  I absolutely HATE sticky hands.  I try with the antibacterial stuff I brought out there, but there is just no substitute to running water.&lt;br /&gt;-My miles on my truck are going to add up pretty darn quickly.  I really shouldn't complain about this, since it only takes me 20 minutes to get to work, but if I was driving anywhere at 6:30 in the morning, I think it would still take 20 minutes.  And compared to my 10 minute drive to work right down the street, that's DOUBLE my driving time.  I mean, seriously.  DOUBLE.&lt;br /&gt;-I also realized that I am going to get extremely tired of this routine if I don't start getting to bed earlier.  It's torture some mornings.  If I don't get 7.5-8 hours of sleep, I am cranky and completely out of it almost all day.&lt;br /&gt;-I love being able to go to the gym and get out of there by the time I would normally be getting off work to head to the gym.  It's so great!&lt;br /&gt;I get to look out my window every day at the jobsite.  It is AWESOME.  So I took a picture so everyone could simulate what it's like in the life of Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhq_4eiyWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yMlKmeeARok/s1600-h/Through+Window"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhq_4eiyWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yMlKmeeARok/s320/Through+Window" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249063011425110370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the job from the top of this gigantic hill we created.  It's an ugly huge hill, but luckily, will go down only a few feet before they seed the hill.  It does make for great pictures of the site though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhrfMANTlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Iw2Ey6_-F7w/s1600-h/From+Hill"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhrfMANTlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Iw2Ey6_-F7w/s320/From+Hill" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249063549242527314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy I get to wear my neon vest every day.  It's such a great fashion.  I've actually considered making this the jersey for our soccer team I'm on.  We would all stand out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhsQazQVsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xwvXUf4ERoI/s1600-h/Office"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhsQazQVsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xwvXUf4ERoI/s320/Office" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249064395028321986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this next picture, I started thinking about how funny I was because of a story I remembered from college.  My very first class I took in construction was framing.  All the guys in the class were brand new and we were given a list of items to buy before we started framing the "project house" (The program builds one every year).  A big sidenote - My dad helped me out with a few of the tools we needed which I still have and use all of the time.  The hammer is my absolute favorite (thanks dad!) and if something ever happened to it, I'm not sure I could like another hammer the same way.  So anyway, one of the guys in the class comes to the site the first day we were starting and had on EVERY piece of safety gear you could get, completely brand new everything - tools, belt, shoes, hat, gloves...  He had those measuring tape suspenders, big safety glasses, hard hat on, steel toed shoes, etc.  Looking back, the tape suspenders were the only thing that was really that geeky, but we were in college and only building a house, so there wasn't a need for the superfluous items he had on.  From that day on, he was known as OSHA (Occupational Safety and Health Administration).  Through our four years of going to school, I still never learned his real name.  We were even friends.  So I put on the hard hat in the office in memory of OSHA.  We are required to wear all those "geeky" safety items any time we are outside of the trailer.  OSHA could slap a pretty hefty fine if they catch us without all of our PPE if we don't.  That, and it's just not safe with cranes and backhoes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhuz2ShCxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zINHkasieWU/s1600-h/OSHA"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhuz2ShCxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zINHkasieWU/s320/OSHA" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249067202725874450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames bring me to my next and last topic.  I now have a new nickname.  Lulu.  One of the guys on the job just started calling me Lulu, and it stuck.  I have a friend from Vegas that I worked with and her real name is Lulu.  Really.  I don't mind it, but it makes me chuckle a little inside when I hear it.  Lulu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-4341981900117436415?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/4341981900117436415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=4341981900117436415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4341981900117436415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4341981900117436415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-finally-made-it-to-jobsite-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SNhq_4eiyWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yMlKmeeARok/s72-c/Through+Window' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5506473557110004661</id><published>2008-08-28T23:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:28:47.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little one</title><content type='html'>And for all those who haven't heard much lately about how I am the proudest aunt ever, here is my favorite picture of her so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLePYq4OsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fGMVxf9dg_8/s1600-h/n695877020_1067369_5346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLePYq4OsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fGMVxf9dg_8/s320/n695877020_1067369_5346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814345458626850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, so here are some more photos of the cutest little girl EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeW4AgtWoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vY9mrVYGoYo/s1600-h/_MG_4327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeW4AgtWoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vY9mrVYGoYo/s320/_MG_4327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239822580422892162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeW4QojaeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qVOdxoz09Sw/s1600-h/_MG_4334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeW4QojaeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qVOdxoz09Sw/s320/_MG_4334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239822584750762466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeW4UvVYkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zeIQZ9hougU/s1600-h/_MG_4372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeW4UvVYkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zeIQZ9hougU/s320/_MG_4372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239822585852944962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-5506473557110004661?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5506473557110004661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5506473557110004661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5506473557110004661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5506473557110004661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-one.html' title='My little one'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLePYq4OsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fGMVxf9dg_8/s72-c/n695877020_1067369_5346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-7546891977171434930</id><published>2008-08-28T22:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:52:13.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superfluous Life</title><content type='html'>So this morning I was trying to find my drivers license to get a prescription for my headache I had.  It wasn't in it's usual spot in my purse which is common lately because it's such a mess in there.  Well, I ended up having to take out a quarter of all of the contents in my purse to search for my ID which, kind of funny but not at the time, wasn't even in there.  I decided after I walked to the Gateway and back on my lunch break with the heavy purse that when I got home I was going to empty out my purse and reorganize.  BIG mistake.  This is a whole freaking day project.  I couldn't even believe the amount of shiz that was in my purse when I dumped it out.  I was pretty surprised.  It was like Mary Poppins bag of tricks.&lt;br /&gt;In this little purse I have, I found the following items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeNEWc68eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4Jyv34ymzzg/s1600-h/IMGP2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeNEWc68eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4Jyv34ymzzg/s320/IMGP2933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811797354738146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - My camera&lt;br /&gt;2 - 2 1/2 packs of Stride gum&lt;br /&gt;3 - Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;4 - My prescription&lt;br /&gt;5 - Tylenol&lt;br /&gt;6 - My work phone&lt;br /&gt;7 - My passport, you never know when you'll need your passport - probably when you have lost the drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;8 - 3 concert ticket stubs&lt;br /&gt;9 - My Lagoon parking pass&lt;br /&gt;10 - Deodorant-I never remember in the morning on my rush out the door, so I have to put it on on the way.&lt;br /&gt;11 - A MILLION receipts for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;12 - Clear nail polish - you JUST never know&lt;br /&gt;13 - Perfume - again, you never know&lt;br /&gt;14 - A notepad, no pen I might add&lt;br /&gt;15 - My little metal wallet o' cards&lt;br /&gt;16 - $8 cash and $5.14 in change &lt;br /&gt;17 - My checkbook, 3 bills, a gum wrapper, 4 lip gloss(es)? things of lip gloss?, a girl's number, a ponytail holder, 2 bobby pins and a band aid (unused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs all of this stuff?  I guess I just am ready to travel to Mexico at the drop of a hat.  Or to Lagoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-7546891977171434930?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/7546891977171434930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=7546891977171434930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/7546891977171434930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/7546891977171434930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-superfluous-life.html' title='My Superfluous Life'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLeNEWc68eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4Jyv34ymzzg/s72-c/IMGP2933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5313822692233640831</id><published>2008-08-26T21:20:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:39:45.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordanelle</title><content type='html'>So this is it!  I did it!  It didn't really hit me that I finished until the drive home.  This was the best thing I have ever done for myself in my LIFE.  I had so much fun training, pushing, and actually racing.  I ended up not doing as well as I thought I might, but for a first time, I am really proud of myself.  I got 144 out 198 placement in the overall female division.  Top 72% and finished in 2 hours 1 minute and 33 seconds.  My goal now is to finish within 1 hour and 45 minutes.  I saw that the majority of the females my age finished within that time and I HAVE to get up to that time.  I am so addicted to working out and biking and triathlons now!  Best. Thing. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTJO3rr8_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZaL1rCQKp-c/s1600-h/2790327347_b0a98d4042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTJO3rr8_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZaL1rCQKp-c/s320/2790327347_b0a98d4042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239033523841266674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone getting ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTJdosffQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qSM16u-UhOY/s1600-h/2790326395_8b365ce5d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTJdosffQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qSM16u-UhOY/s320/2790326395_8b365ce5d6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239033777516150018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I about to get in the water.  I was so nervous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTKBySBcMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oiyVElzP5NI/s1600-h/2791176636_0e40feea9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTKBySBcMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oiyVElzP5NI/s320/2791176636_0e40feea9b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239034398564774082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me in the very front?  Haha, just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTKZ4zr0uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oX9ZLaxytik/s1600-h/2790327711_c3b768ca98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTKZ4zr0uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oX9ZLaxytik/s320/2790327711_c3b768ca98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239034812633436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transition time!  I kind of rocked on the transition between biking and running...One minute.  Beat THAT. Well, I'm sure a lot of people did, actually, beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTLhN-Gw5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/kwr8pkk6MCU/s1600-h/2791179984_1e6fef01eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTLhN-Gw5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/kwr8pkk6MCU/s320/2791179984_1e6fef01eb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239036038085002130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad finishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTLrjL0OhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WsyF--tz1Ng/s1600-h/2790330559_6fec58db63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTLrjL0OhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WsyF--tz1Ng/s320/2790330559_6fec58db63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239036215578343954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me finishing!!!  I felt like I was going to die!  But it was awesome.   The swim I felt was actually my best part.  Weird.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suggest it for all to try at least once.  I think I lost 11-12 pounds.  I'm shooting for another 10 pounds before March for the St George tri.  I can't wait for that one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-5313822692233640831?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5313822692233640831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5313822692233640831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5313822692233640831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5313822692233640831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/08/jordanelle.html' title='Jordanelle'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SLTJO3rr8_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZaL1rCQKp-c/s72-c/2790327347_b0a98d4042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8335094153867962304</id><published>2008-08-07T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:15:07.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.S.H. - NOT the TV show</title><content type='html'>Do you guys remember MASH?  At work I have the google homepage that has the 'how-to' of the day and one day I opened the internet to go get some plans I'm sure ;) and the how-to was "How to play MASH".  I totally forgot about this game, so I decided to play it tonight.  I would have to say I'm pretty satisfied with the direction my life is headed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJvHrrgocZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6Iy3kpOQYvk/s1600-h/AR-BC320_20080807_172039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJvHrrgocZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6Iy3kpOQYvk/s320/AR-BC320_20080807_172039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231994945348858258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8335094153867962304?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8335094153867962304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8335094153867962304&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8335094153867962304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8335094153867962304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/08/mash-not-tv-show.html' title='M.A.S.H. - NOT the TV show'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJvHrrgocZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6Iy3kpOQYvk/s72-c/AR-BC320_20080807_172039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5907219266529153852</id><published>2008-08-02T13:03:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:33:44.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTq7dDV3tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bbOJx6S3DBM/s1600-h/IMGP2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTq7dDV3tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bbOJx6S3DBM/s320/IMGP2910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230063374415814354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.  I went there last weekend with my friend Joe to go to a basketball game, and I just wanted to go to get out of Utah and have a good break.  Boy was it F-U-N!  We drove down I think 6 hours and got into Vegas Thursday night and met up with my friend Ben.  After getting situated we took on the craps tables and Joe ran over to the Poker tables. None of us really had any luck that night. I started with $200 and just quit when I lost all but $41.  The next day we played some more craps and I turned $41 into $605!!!!!  Rock on!!  I love winning!  This sort of thing never happens to me, so I was trying to decide if I should spend all of that money on a shopping spree, or spend a little of it and save the rest?  What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right?  I just spent it all in a matter of 2 hours the next day!  It was awesome.  It was awesome feeling rich for a second and buying the hottest Dolce &amp; Gabbana sunglasses!  I kind of got stuck in the habit of shopping because ever since that spree, I have been shopping almost every single day.  I can't stop myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday night we were going to go to the USA vs. Canada game we got pretty bad tickets to, but I think the strip really sucks you in.  I always get sucked into the strip and never want to leave.  It's like a whole different world.  We ended up getting Jim Gaffigan tickets, and they were like 6th row!  Oh, and Ben's SWEET hookups not only got us great seats, but also a limo from The Palazzo to Mandalay!  If anyone has seen one of my favorite shows, the limo pose is all about one of the girls on the show.  I felt so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTrM56BLbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JVVoIi0-Qy4/s1600-h/IMGP2914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTrM56BLbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JVVoIi0-Qy4/s320/IMGP2914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230063674219113906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTrZ9aU3kI/AAAAAAAAAII/IYl_z00TmiA/s1600-h/IMGP2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTrZ9aU3kI/AAAAAAAAAII/IYl_z00TmiA/s320/IMGP2918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230063898498227778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTrkmxaBnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/R9ijc7GuoLg/s1600-h/IMGP2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTrkmxaBnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/R9ijc7GuoLg/s320/IMGP2922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230064081399580274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I ate at this little health/organic food club then went to lay out all afternoon.  Well we ate there Friday morning, Saturday morning, Saturday night and Sunday morning - it was THAT good.  The original Canyon Ranch is at the Venetian and it is my favorite place for breakfast.  The Palazzo is part of the Venetian and they put this new Canyon Ranch in the Palazzo and it now serves dinner.  We tried it out for dinner on Saturday night and it was AMAZING.  I was so surprised at how great it was.  They brought out a grilled caesar salad where they actually cut a romaine lettuce head in half and grilled the lettuce just a bit.  It was amazing, but not as good as the steak I ordered.  I can still taste it, it was THAT good.  They put cranberries on top which had been roasting with some other sauce.  Joe's dinner actually might have topped mine.  He got salmon and they put apples which had been roasting with cranberries on top.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Saturday, we decided to get away from the strip for a bit and go hike Mount Charleston.  Before we left, we stopped by the Baccarat tournament room and had something to eat.  A few tables over sat Johnny Chan.  According to Joe, he is the '87 and '88 I think World Series Poker champion.   Pretty cool.  We asked if we could have a picture with him and he didn't even look up from his newspaper.  But right when Ben went to take the picture, he looked up and smiled.  So he wasn't a complete jerk, but considering that we interrupted his nice tea and newspaper time, maybe he had reason to be rude?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJaDx6EvJwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dWbPoyTk-hA/s1600-h/IMGP2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJaDx6EvJwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dWbPoyTk-hA/s320/IMGP2926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230512910663362306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJaEQj7SsUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RHgr3acx2wg/s1600-h/IMGP2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJaEQj7SsUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RHgr3acx2wg/s320/IMGP2928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230513437294113090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJaEh34cKfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FyebqsvWn6o/s1600-h/IMGP2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJaEh34cKfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FyebqsvWn6o/s320/IMGP2930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230513734708636146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty crafty, yeah?  So my favorite part of the trip was probably the shopping spree I had, but also the gym at the Palazzo.  It was the nicest gym I have ever been to.  Considering that it was $25 per day, it better be good.  I rode every morning on a bike machine that had a screen in front of you where you could race other bikers.  It really helps me push myself because I really wanted to pass everyone.  I just wish it gave you a place when you finish the course.  I totally wanted 1st or even 2nd place.   I ran on a treadmill that had touch screen controls with a TV and a fan.  And the weight machines were the best I have ever used.  I found my favorite ab machine.  You pull down on the handles like a normal ab machine, but at the same time, the seat comes up so you are working the legs in a full crunch.  It was so awesome.  I wish I could live in that gym!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday sadly came and after all the fun had by all, we had to finish our vacation and drive back home.  Our In &amp; Out stop in St George made it a little less painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-5907219266529153852?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5907219266529153852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5907219266529153852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5907219266529153852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5907219266529153852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/08/vegas.html' title='Vegas!!!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SJTq7dDV3tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bbOJx6S3DBM/s72-c/IMGP2910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8609053857649953307</id><published>2008-07-28T21:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:57:23.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Old</title><content type='html'>This one is very late too, but I am trying...&lt;br /&gt;So for my birthday, I decided to go down to St George with my ward and I really wanted to spend my birthday on a hike up the narrows.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I had such an awesome birthday.  I woke up early and went for a run and the weather was so perfect!  It was warm, but overcast.  It was awesome.  We headed out for the narrows at about 11 and didn't get on the actual hike until 2.  There was a huge line to get into the park.  But it made for some wicked good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6R73AkhxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6riYts_s1lM/s1600-h/IMGP2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6R73AkhxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6riYts_s1lM/s320/IMGP2896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276674988377874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6R9MFYDUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/izF9rckTicA/s1600-h/IMGP2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6R9MFYDUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/izF9rckTicA/s320/IMGP2900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276697825545538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just love this place.  There is something about that deep red rock and the green trees that just make me so happy.  It was amazing and I'm so glad I got to go here on my birthday!  &lt;br /&gt;When we got back to St George, I played some "Kill" with my friends.  This is my favorite game lately.  We use a footbag and everyone stands in a circle.  You have to hit the bag between 3 people and it has to be hit 5 times without touching the ground.  After the fifth hit, anyone can make a grab for the sac and throw it at the closest person.  I don't know what it is about this game that I love, but I think it's because it reminds me of games I used to play with my brother when I was young.   "Butt Ball" was a really fun, but painful game.  It was only painful when I was the one that had to go up to the wall, but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;So after showering and getting ready, we took a little drive out to Tuacahn to see Les Mis.  It was a really good play, but I have this difficulty lately with staying awake through &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; when I sit down.  Towards the end, I ACTUALLY fell asleep and missed a lot of it.  Luckily, my friend Jon explained a lot of things to me about what was going on during the play and woke me up at the end so I could see the last song.  I realized that I actually did know some of the songs and I'm really glad I didn't miss the last song.  It was the best part! &lt;br /&gt;We ended up leaving St George that night at 1 in the morning and I made it to Lindon at 5 in the morning.  I was so exhausted and didn't even get ready at all.  My whole family came to the house and we had dinner and the coolest cake ever! (Thanks Jen!!!)  It was my sister-in-law's responsibility to order the cake for the birthday dinner because my family was out in Florida and didn't get back until about 5 hours before I got in.  She ordered the cake over the internet and it was really cute on the internet with colored polka dots around it.  Well when Jen picked it up, it was pretty hilarious.  They made the polka dots with really bold colors and as my brother Chris put it, it looked like a "tropical bird took a crap on it".  Haha!  It really did, but I loved the cake!  We got some good pictures and some great laughs.  I am not sure who has those pics though.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma gave me some beautiful ruby and diamond earrings that make me feel grown up.  I guess 25 is the year for this kind of thing because when I went out to dinner with my grandparents in Salt Lake later that week, my grandma gave me her ruby ring.  This ring was given to my grandma from my grandpa after they were married.  I still remember that ring from when I was little, it was my favorite ring ever when I was young because my favorite color is purple and I loved how it sparkled.  I feel so special that I could have this ring and I am so glad I have memories of the ring that I get to wear.&lt;br /&gt;One other birthday present was one I gave to myself.  I FINALLY finished my quilt after MANY hours and days laboring over the thing.  I originally bought the fabric last August, started cutting the fabric in November, started sewing it in January and finished it in July.  Now THAT is some dedication.  I almost just quit sewing it, cut my losses, and went out to buy an already manufactured duvet.  I spent over $500 on this thing mainly because I was never satisfied with the patterns I picked out on the quilt and the other part because the fabric cost me anywhere from $10-$15 a yard.   &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the duvet.  Oh, and I would like to thank Melanie's mom for the help in the end and for answering my crazy dumb questions, my mama for answering my questions too and for the sewing machine - couldn't have finished without it!, the lady at Pipers Quilts for the advice, the other lady at Pipers for the assurance that I really was doing it right, Melanie for putting up with the mess in the room and helping with the fabric, (oh, and assuring me that I was pretty crazy every time I brought in a new fabric!  Haha!),  and my no thanks goes out to Joann's - for never having anything in stock and being extremely unhelpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6gINhCavI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wMt-3MtSizE/s1600-h/IMGP2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6gINhCavI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wMt-3MtSizE/s320/IMGP2908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228292280351353586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6gWgSwRpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UfXW5DgjL7M/s1600-h/IMGP2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6gWgSwRpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UfXW5DgjL7M/s320/IMGP2909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228292525909886610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had logged how many hours I spent, but I can assure that it was more than 100 hours.  I could have another Womanhood Recognition with those kind of hours.   I'm just glad it's done and I can focus my time, money and energy on getting the rest of the house in order.  I still have a few things I want to do with my room, but I don't want any more projects for the next few months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8609053857649953307?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8609053857649953307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8609053857649953307&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8609053857649953307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8609053857649953307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m Old'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SI6R73AkhxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6riYts_s1lM/s72-c/IMGP2896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-3320799806530730213</id><published>2008-07-20T22:51:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:28:10.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated 4th of July!!!</title><content type='html'>Next up for my late blog was the 4th of July holiday.  This is my FAVORITE holiday ever and I think I just love it so much because it is so laid back.   Maybe because it's so close to my birthday and when I was young, I got so excited for my birthday.  Every year our family goes to the Provo parade early in the morning.  Luckily, Nu Skin puts bleachers up in the shade so we don't have to save a spot.  I heard there were people at 3 and 5 in the morning saving spots.  Yuck.  &lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about the parade was what I noticed someone wearing.  My brother-in-law posted something about V-neck shirts.  It was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQADH2zwCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dFXPBBZAJdo/s1600-h/frontdeep_v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQADH2zwCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dFXPBBZAJdo/s320/frontdeep_v.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225301521305157666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next day, I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQWPgk-K_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xy7Dq8xQQ_I/s1600-h/IMGP2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQWPgk-K_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xy7Dq8xQQ_I/s320/IMGP2849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225325923355470834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite float of the day purely because it had anything to do with Pirates of the Caribbean.  What that has to do with the 4th of July, I will never know, but it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQW1CbTKmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CciPQI3KisY/s1600-h/IMGP2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQW1CbTKmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CciPQI3KisY/s320/IMGP2851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225326568096868962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to my friend Anne's friend's BBQ and said hi and bye.  I was so lucky that Anne came to stay with me Thursday and Friday night before she started her LONG drive back to Indiana. (Shout out to Anne!  Holla!) We went to say goodbye to her close friend Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to my house for a BBQ and our friend from Vegas that moved up here, Jacob Hiatt, came over.  Then on to the Stadium of Fire.  This is a family tradition that I don't think we could ever break.  I have only missed the Stadium of Fire 3 times in my life since it has begun.  We are die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQYPMjBoRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pYI5JwOYbSA/s1600-h/IMGP2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQYPMjBoRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pYI5JwOYbSA/s320/IMGP2857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225328117001855250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQYPfCTvQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uZOK-JuL-4Q/s1600-h/Anna+and+I+4th+of+July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQYPfCTvQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uZOK-JuL-4Q/s320/Anna+and+I+4th+of+July.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225328121964903682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially loved this year's events because Blue Man Group AND Miley Cyrus were coming to play.  But first, there is always a skydiver or 7 and a good heart warming message about our nation's birthday.  Some years I think it gets pretty over the edge cheesy, but this year was really awesome.  They sent these huge silk banners down the crowd and talked about each word.  It had a great message about our nation.  I just can't remember much of it, I was really excited for Miley and the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQZtU1uk1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qMEbGJSsgS0/s1600-h/IMGP2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQZtU1uk1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qMEbGJSsgS0/s320/IMGP2863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225329734135485266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQaxj2P_WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BxdWMOp975Y/s1600-h/IMGP2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQaxj2P_WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BxdWMOp975Y/s320/IMGP2865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225330906395311458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have dropped a tear right about here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQd_VBzMHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZP4ztqIiUKU/s1600-h/IMGP2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQd_VBzMHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZP4ztqIiUKU/s320/IMGP2867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225334441470275698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually liked Blue Man Group more than Miley.  Do I dare say that?  She was good, but she made us wait about 20 minutes in silence until she came on, and the sound was so bad that unless you already knew the words to all of the songs, you couldn't understand a word that was said.  But it was still cool to say that I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQaCN6yQxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/17Llxt9a_UM/s1600-h/Blue+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQaCN6yQxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/17Llxt9a_UM/s320/Blue+Man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225330093054903058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see her?  I think it's time I bought a new camera.  Mine really doesn't do very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQbBQY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/e3adpxq99sc/s1600-h/Miley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQbBQY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/e3adpxq99sc/s320/Miley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225331176049528690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the moment we all were waiting for...the FIREWORKS!!!  I love watching fireworks almost as much as I love watching stars.  Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQcCubIxsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-Tw2vTrQDgM/s1600-h/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQcCubIxsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-Tw2vTrQDgM/s320/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225332300803786434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQdUQ7YWJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kp548MNNCHY/s1600-h/IMGP2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQdUQ7YWJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kp548MNNCHY/s320/IMGP2885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225333701635233938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, my brothers did "cul-de-sac of fire"!  They love lighting things on fire and blowing things up.  What better way to show America your patriotism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQdm7VwtEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Fxjktq3lYuE/s1600-h/IMGP2895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQdm7VwtEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Fxjktq3lYuE/s320/IMGP2895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225334022257816642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my exciting 4th weekend.  I still need to catch up, so there will probably be a few more LATE blogs coming up.  Maybe they won't come for another week or so though now that I'm thinking about my plans for the week.  It's going to get busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-3320799806530730213?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/3320799806530730213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=3320799806530730213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3320799806530730213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3320799806530730213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-belated-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy Belated 4th of July!!!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIQADH2zwCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dFXPBBZAJdo/s72-c/frontdeep_v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5182883366430847466</id><published>2008-07-20T20:29:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:39:05.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>311!!!</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while.  I have been so extremely busy that I haven't had time to post anything.  It actually stresses me out a little that I haven't posted in a while because so many things have been going on that I wanted to post.  Pete even noticed I haven't posted in a while.   So I'm just going to start from where I left off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP7PdesDyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pslC9qSeRcY/s1600-h/Court+Anna+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP7PdesDyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pslC9qSeRcY/s320/Court+Anna+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225296235709861666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I went the the awesome, amazing and long awaited 311 concert at Usana with my little brother and sister and Melanie.  It was a BLAST and we all had so much fun!  We all hung out on the lawn for Fiction Plane and Snoop Dogg.   I felt like I had to keep my little brother away from some of the bad things going on!  When Snoop came out, I was a little nervous for what would happen, but Court and I were having some fun.  THEN a certain song came on and I plugged my brothers ears and stood in front of him so he couldn't see the goings on on the stage.  WOW.  Snoop is not my favorite and I definitely was disappointed to hear that he, of all people, was going to open for 311.  BUT he did wear his onesie for me.  It was so hot.  Oh and the Mary Jane was really cool too.  Classy.  Really Snoop?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP32-zFpPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/crwarYe2JxQ/s1600-h/Onesie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP32-zFpPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/crwarYe2JxQ/s320/Onesie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225292516622181618"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP33BNRxZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lz97EANk3zE/s1600-h/Weed+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP33BNRxZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lz97EANk3zE/s320/Weed+Pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225292517268899218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some sweet pics from the concert and a video. (Actually I can't get the video to upload. Any help with this one?) It rocked the hizzay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP765Nk3pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ra56UMgAy5Q/s1600-h/311+stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP765Nk3pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ra56UMgAy5Q/s320/311+stage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225296981888654994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP8EIXejkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xlx4a85ZHVI/s1600-h/Nick!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP8EIXejkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xlx4a85ZHVI/s320/Nick!!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225297140575538754"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Homebrew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP8oOTrwOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lxx0TGZOw_w/s1600-h/Homebrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP8oOTrwOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lxx0TGZOw_w/s320/Homebrew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225297760645529826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I rocked out so hard!  He had so much fun dancing and singing and enjoying the crowd.  It was a good night with my sister and brother that I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-5182883366430847466?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=16ee0ed5e624640d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5182883366430847466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5182883366430847466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5182883366430847466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5182883366430847466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/07/311.html' title='311!!!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SIP7PdesDyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pslC9qSeRcY/s72-c/Court+Anna+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8593050158774836765</id><published>2008-07-02T22:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:02:47.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the hell is Matt?</title><content type='html'>So I found this on my sister and brother-in-law's blog and I love this movie.  A few things came to mind as I was watching it.  First of all, I love this guy's style.  He looks like he's having fun dancing like that.  Second thing was, how in the hell did he get to travel all over the world?  What does this guy do to be able to do this?  That is totally my dream.  Third, was that he really got some great shots of the background of where he was.  It's beautiful!  Fourth was that I wanted to post this, and fifth, if I post this, it will be my second post in one day and my third post in two days.  What a geek.   I just really liked what he was conveying and the music to this video made me want to cry.  I don't know.  Random things make me cry at random times, alright?  I didn't cry, but maybe I wanted to cry because he got to go to all of those places and I wish I was doing that.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, without further "ado" or whatever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8593050158774836765?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8593050158774836765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8593050158774836765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8593050158774836765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8593050158774836765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-hell-is-matt.html' title='Where the hell is Matt?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-2881415313504446193</id><published>2008-07-02T19:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:50:38.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin, you're such a disease!</title><content type='html'>So I have these spots on my hand since last Tuesday, and I am really confused about what to do about it, and getting a little concerned every day that they don't go away.  It all started Monday night I'm pretty sure.  I went to Millcreek Canyon for FHE to make tin foil dinners.  Melanie and I were starving by the time we got up there, so we were wanting to help get the fire started so we could eat sooner.  As I was digging through the leaves for some dead branches, I told Melanie that it would really suck if one of these leaves were poison ivy.  I'm pretty sure I didn't touch poison ivy because my hand doesn't hurt, it was just really itchy for the first few days.  Well the spots originally were red and now they have turned dark brown.  Cute, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGxMDSDx0tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/47HCgwsoAxw/s1600-h/IMGP2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGxMDSDx0tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/47HCgwsoAxw/s320/IMGP2847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218629687486567122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't look that bad in this picture, they kind of look like freckles now.  Maybe they really are just going away...Who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go onto WebMD to see if they can solve all of my problems. (Which I think this site is a hypochondriac's nightmare or dream, I guess.)  After going through the questionnaire I narrowed it down to a list of, oh, 20 possible conditions.  I could possibly have had Rheumatic Fever, but then I haven't had a sore throat.  I could have Actinic Keratosis, which is basically precancerous skin.  That is great news.  After reading through this description, I for sure am going to get checked out for skin cancer.  Scary!&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep looking at any other possible condition.  Hmm, Brown Recluse Spider Bite.  I would have loved to read up on that one, but all it told me was where they live and what the spiders look like.  This doesn't quite help someone know if they have been bit, but since they live in Arizona and California, I figured I was probably safe.  Well, that and the fact that I'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at poison ivy, oak and sumac, and based on the description, I am pretty sure it was one of these.  It says that the rash doesn't show up for 8 to 48 hours after contact and it itches.  These were the only two that matched the description, and it sounded like exposure to these plants was worse than what I am experiencing.  &lt;br /&gt;So basically, after using WebMD, I still have ABSOLUTELY no clue what is wrong with my hand.  I just really hope I don't die. Or have cancer.  I guess having cancer on your hand is better than on the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-2881415313504446193?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/2881415313504446193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=2881415313504446193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/2881415313504446193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/2881415313504446193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/07/kevin-youre-such-disease.html' title='Kevin, you&apos;re such a disease!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGxMDSDx0tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/47HCgwsoAxw/s72-c/IMGP2847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-4753860728471513752</id><published>2008-06-29T20:05:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:51:20.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK ON</title><content type='html'>First off, I wanted to show off my brand new SWEET bike!!!  I got it three weeks ago, but have been so busy, I haven't been able to get it up on the internet.  I took her out for a fun ride last Saturday, and I am in love with this bike.  I think I just found my new hobby.  I have a LONG way to go before I can go 100 miles, but I am having fun with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsIi7fQqlI/AAAAAAAAADg/hk7XweuReTw/s1600-h/IMGP2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsIi7fQqlI/AAAAAAAAADg/hk7XweuReTw/s320/IMGP2817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218273989416233554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, hugh?&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,back to my little story:&lt;br /&gt;So I think I just had the coolest weekend EVER and wanted to post some pictures.  Because they are really cool.   It all started Friday after putting in a 10 hour work day...I went over to watch a friend's 90's band play.  It was really fun and they rocked and looked like they were having fun. I just love to dance crazy when I am at a concert or watching a band.  I'm sure people might have thought I was a little crazy.  There actually might have been a bit of crazy in me.   I stayed out until about 12:30 and didn't get to bed until 1 am.  The hard part about that was that I had to get up at 7 am for a big hike I was doing.  The hike was beautiful.  I have only been on a couple of small hikes around Salt Lake, so I was really excited to go to Little Cottonwood Canyon.  I only had a short time to go on the hike because I wanted to make it to the Warped Tour and then it ended up that my friend and I couldn't find Little Cottonwood Canyon.  I really was excited for a high intensity, sweet hike, but with the little time I had, and with us not finding it, it ended up to be a pretty short hike.  But it was so amazing.  We made it to this really cool drop off in the river, and it totally doesn't look as big in the picture as it did in real life.  Here's part of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsMx_nGTNI/AAAAAAAAADo/CrfAIdiX10o/s1600-h/IMGP2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsMx_nGTNI/AAAAAAAAADo/CrfAIdiX10o/s320/IMGP2826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218278646267399378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNB_9QtbI/AAAAAAAAADw/qKm061hrqeM/s1600-h/IMGP2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNB_9QtbI/AAAAAAAAADw/qKm061hrqeM/s320/IMGP2828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218278921238263218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we had to turn around right after this picture, but now I REALLY want to go back to see what else is there.  That was only the beginning of the hike.  &lt;br /&gt;Once I got back to my house, I took a quick shower and threw on some clothes for the Warped Tour.  I just got a ticket by myself and figured I would just either meet my friends there, or hang out by myself and meet as many new people as I could.   It turns out that as I was getting out of my truck, I dropped my phone for the last time.  It must have lost some sort of connection because it looked as broken as it had been the day before, but this time, the screen would not work.  It was PERFECT timing.  Right when I was about to call my friends from Vegas to see if they wanted to meet.  I got into the park and found out I missed Anberlin by about 15 minutes!!!  I was so upset!  There were three bands I wanted to see play:  Anberlin, Reel Big Fish, and The All American Rejects.  Turns out All American Rejects didn't end up making it to Salt Lake.  I must have missed an update that they weren't coming.  I got so lucky, because once I walked over to one of the stages, I spotted my friends from Vegas!  It was awesome.  I went to see The Higher with them.  The Higher is a really awesome band by the way, everyone should check them out.  They were so much fun to listen to.   Here is the lead singer, he looks really young, but also really hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNfcTeeDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NzipmfAjzZQ/s1600-h/IMGP2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNfcTeeDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NzipmfAjzZQ/s320/IMGP2831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218279427063838770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are my awesome friends, Devyn and Erin, also known as "The Twins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNO802EcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bWpsgLTQvm4/s1600-h/IMGP2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNO802EcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bWpsgLTQvm4/s320/IMGP2830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218279143735955906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember ever sweating as much as I had on Saturday.  It was only 91 degrees, but with the crowd all around, and jumping all over the place, it gets pretty damn hot.  I then headed over to Reel Big Fish and had the time of my life!  I don't think I have ever moshed like I did during that show. I had to go buy a new shirt afterwards because mine was stretched out, torn and completely wet from other peoples sweat.  Mmm Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNzQNalxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nQsesaX6xkA/s1600-h/IMGP2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsNzQNalxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nQsesaX6xkA/s320/IMGP2833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218279767414576914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Story of the Year from the back of the crowd, I was just to exhausted.  I only made it at the show until about 4:30 and went home.  It was hot, I was sunburned, and oh so tired.  I took another shower and changed for the Troll 2 outdoor showing that was up in Nilbog (Goblin spelled backwards, otherwise known as Morgan, Utah).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsQVvCp6rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uFP8-cf3UgQ/s1600-h/IMGP2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsQVvCp6rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uFP8-cf3UgQ/s320/IMGP2836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218282558829750962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been deemed the "Best Worst Movie Ever Made".  I had to check it out.  Apparently it was some big thing because the director/writer/actresses/actors/fans came from Italy, Austria, Chicago...It was....interesting.  I couldn't really tell if they were really serious about the movie, or if they were just making light of the fact that it really was the best worst movie ever made.  I think it lived up to its name.  It actually was entertaining.  Up until the point when I made it maybe halfway through and fell completely asleep.  I tend to do this, but I thought I wouldn't have a problem with staying awake since it was freezing outside, and the movie was so loud... I didn't wake up until the end.  I was filled in on what I missed, I guess the only way to keep a Troll from eating you is to eat a "double decker bologna sandwich.  Hmm.    But with that aside, I was pretty stoked to meet some famous people.  Pictured below is the dad, and the boyfriend of the girl that was in Singles Ward.  I really don't remember that movie, so I'm not sure if I remember who she was.  She started to look familiar after I stared for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsQmDIBE6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/d2gzWIPBiSA/s1600-h/IMGP2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsQmDIBE6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/d2gzWIPBiSA/s320/IMGP2837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218282839098856354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture of the girl from singles ward with her "dad" and the "Troll Queen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsRAYKLJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5NpKw7jJN-s/s1600-h/IMGP2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsRAYKLJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5NpKw7jJN-s/s320/IMGP2839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218283291421648850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to bed until 2 that night, and Sunday I had to get up early to get the food prepped before I went to church for the BBQ we were having.  If I don't get my sleep, I start feeling like I have a hangover.  It sucks!  I managed to make it awake through most of church, and when I got home Melanie and I finished getting everything ready for the BBQ.  We tried to hurry so that we could make it out to our "yard" to lay out for an hour.  It was the best thing I ever did for myself.  We don't really have a yard at our house, so we use the median in the road for our yard.  It's a pretty big grassy area, it's just in the middle of the neighborhood and cars are always driving by on either side.  I was so tired and hot, I took my towel inside and crashed on the floor.  Melanie woke me up when it was time to start the grill, and I saw the imprint on my towel.  I thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsSu2xQwKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZOJFHM2Puj4/s1600-h/IMGP2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsSu2xQwKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZOJFHM2Puj4/s320/IMGP2841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218285189424267426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing about this whole weekend was that I was lighting the charcoal and poured lighter fluid all over the charcoal and I swear I was being careful with the fire and fluid up until the point that I wasn't careful anymore and the fire flashed into my face.  It singed my bangs, eyelashes, eyebrows, and some of my hair.  I jumped back and looked at Melanie.  Her face looked so horrified, that the first thing I said was, "What do I look like?"  I felt the fire burn my face, so I was really nervous that it had done some damage.  I ran into the bathroom and started crying a little.  It wasn't too bad.  I had just singed a lot of my hair in the front and spent the next couple of hours off and on trying to cut out all the singed part.  It was really sad, but my hair doesn't look like it had been on fire anymore.  The part I was most worried about and still a little mad about is my eyelashes.  They aren't as long anymore.  I really hope they grow back!  Besides that little setback, the BBQ was a success.  I ended up being dumb and going to play Rock Band until about 12:30 at night.  I didn't get much sleep that night either!&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the BEST DAY EVER!!!  I was still so exhausted from the weekend and I looked in the mirror at work, it hurt to keep my eyes open the whole day and I had dark circles under the eyes.  This, nor anything else in the world, was not going to stop me from rocking my butt of to 311!!  It was such an amazing show and I could go on for hours about this, but I won't.  I did mosh a little more, but up front, and my sister got some awesome pics while I sang and danced and did a little headbanging here and there.  I will for sure be posting those soon.  &lt;br /&gt;This has been the craziest weekend ever, but I had so much fun that I had to post it all.  Hope it wasn't too boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-4753860728471513752?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/4753860728471513752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=4753860728471513752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4753860728471513752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4753860728471513752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-off-i-wanted-to-show-off-my-brand.html' title='ROCK ON'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SGsIi7fQqlI/AAAAAAAAADg/hk7XweuReTw/s72-c/IMGP2817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8143469092553717057</id><published>2008-06-26T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:03:57.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's WHAT?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Stolen.  That's what it is.  And what was stolen?  My SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER!!!&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks ago I got a letter in the mail that said there was a class action suit against some identity theft thing, and I could respond and get some money out of it or something...I didn't think much of it and threw it away.  WELL, it turns out, I got another letter today from the U of U that said they had a box full of backup billing records and my social security number has been stolen.  No one has stolen anything of mine yet I don't think, but now I am so extremely paranoid!  How can I ever know if my identity is safe?  EVER?  Who knows when they will just decide to pick my number out of the pile.  &lt;br /&gt;So I wish I kept that card about the lawsuit, because now I am so paranoid, and now that I know that it actually pertains to me...&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone knows how to figure out how to find class action lawsuits, let me know all about it!  I get a free year of monitoring, but what happens after that year and for the rest of my life?  I have no clue what precautions I need to take. &lt;br /&gt;This is so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8143469092553717057?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8143469092553717057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8143469092553717057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8143469092553717057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8143469092553717057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-what.html' title='It&apos;s WHAT?!?!?!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5559614826425569991</id><published>2008-06-19T19:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:43:54.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NERD ALERT</title><content type='html'>So Tuesday night I was headed to see a friend's band play.  I love cover bands, especially 80's ones, but the 90's are pretty good  too.  I was a little early and my friend was telling me she got some awesome pair of shoes at Payless.  Yes, Payless.  I haven't been there since I was in college once or twice.  I really don't ever go into that place and am a little embarrassed to say I went there!  I needed some semi-dressy, kitten heel sandals for work.  I started looking around and tried on a couple of pairs of shoes.  I was all dressed up in my 90's grunge...not leaving out any details including the jeans with holes all over, red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, converse shoes, hoop earrings, and black bra under white shirt.  Got it all.  So I am already kind of laughing at other people looking at me.  When someone dresses up in 80's gear, you can look at them and think, oh they must be going to a fun party.  When you see someone dressing up in 90's gear, it's a little sketchy, it either could be a party, or they just haven't updated their wardrobe yet.  &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I was trying on this cute pair of shoes with a little heel on them.  I guess before I start this, I should say that I am a klutz, I know I am, and I don't deny it, I prove it ALL the time, and I have learned to just laugh at myself when I do something really dumb.  So I had my jeans folded up to about mid-calf so I could see what the shoes looked like...I am also the only one in the aisle thanks to my large feet, I always get the big foot area to myself.  I lifted up my right foot to wrap the strap around my heel and as I am putting my foot back down, I accidentally get the heel of the shoe caught in the fold of my pants.  It all happened so fast!  I tried to get it out, but I already started to tip over.  I completely fell on my bum and grabbed for some stability on my way down and pulled down a bunch of boxes of shoes, so the shoes and I both came tumbling to the ground.  I was laughing so hard, I just knew someone was going to come around the corner asking if I was ok.  I am laughing right now just thinking of it.  While I was picking up the shoes, I kept thinking that this TOTALLY should have been caught on tape!  It looked like it would fit in a funny movie.  I kept thinking of what I would say if someone walked by..."Are you ok?" or "Did you hear that? I hope they are ok."  Haha!! The second I got all the shoes back on the shelf, one of the guys that works there walked past and asked me if I was ok.  I just kept a straight face and said, "Yeah, I'm fine.  No help needed here."  But I'm OK, except for a bruised right bum, I'm completely fine.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying those shoes and heading to watch the band.  They were pretty good.  I had fun dancing all by myself front and center, which I realized that  I do that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; and I know that sometimes when I dance, it isn't so pretty, but it's just so much fun.  They played some awesome Rage.  Who can resist some good Rage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-5559614826425569991?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5559614826425569991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5559614826425569991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5559614826425569991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5559614826425569991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/nerd-alert.html' title='NERD ALERT'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-1703577971140764024</id><published>2008-06-13T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:20:56.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the...?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm pretty proud of myself, going on three days in a row for blogs.  &lt;br /&gt;So today I went to the bathroom during work and tried to fix my hair a little bit before I left.  Well, all of the sudden I see a hair.  Not just a hair, a gray hair.  WTF?!?!?!  I don't understand this!!!!  I'm having a HUGE crisis today and I don't think I'm dealing with it well.  I am the most childish person you would meet, and I have a gray hair???  I think this warrants a swear word.  Shit.  I can't believe it.  Do I really stress myself out that much that I am going gray at 24?  AGH!!!!  I don't know what to do about.  In my crazy thoughts when I found it, I totally was thinking, "Hmm, what can do to undo this?  Isn't there some medicine or treatment that will reverse this whole thing?"  I know I could die it, but I am pretty anti color treatment for some reason lately.  I really almost started crying during work.  I don't understand what I did to deserve this.  Well, I have lived a pretty crazy life in college, maybe this is my body getting back at my brain and messing with it.  Or maybe it's because of my old work in Vegas.  That place stressed me out so much, I would throw up in the morning before I left on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;I just keep looking in the mirror and telling myself that this is it.  I've finally hit that point where I might officially be a grown up.  Only grown ups worry about this sort of thing.  Then I started thinking that maybe I will make this whole getting old thing look good.  I am going to just let that gray hair grow and be one of those beautiful women that age so gracefully.  I'll look old when you look at my hair, but I'll still only be like 30.  It will throw people off and they'll just think I'm 50 with no wrinkles.  Oh wait.  Am I going to have to start worrying about that now too?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-1703577971140764024?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/1703577971140764024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=1703577971140764024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/1703577971140764024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/1703577971140764024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-in.html' title='What in the...?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8645334395289541132</id><published>2008-06-12T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:48:43.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes, Trains and Automobiles</title><content type='html'>Isn't that a movie?  That just popped into my head as I was thinking about the next blog.  So I am about to take Melanie to the airport for New York.  Her plane is, surprise, already running late.  But since I am taking her so late at night, she mentioned that I could still just take her and she could just wait at the airport.  Which got me to thinking...I actually LOVE to sit in the airport to wait for a flight.  Like, I LOVE it.  I go early to the airport, just so I can wait.  Not kidding.  Once, I went to the airport 3 1/2 hours early.  The thing I love about waiting in the airport is that first of all, I get anxiety about missing my flight and going through security is always the worst wait.  Once I'm through security, I know I can breathe easy.  The other thing I like about it, is the fun little stores they have.  I love meandering through the stores and buying useless items.   The thing I loved about the Denver airport is that they had a salon and after my long road trip, I paid the lady $22 for a 15 minute massage right before my flight.  In Vegas, the thing I loved about that airport was that they had Ethel's chocolates in the gate I always flew out of.  I flew out of the Vegas airport quite a bit so I loved to buy 3 chocolate truffles from there and sit to read my book or write in my journal.  Which brings me to my next point.  I love getting to my gate and watching all the interesting people.  There are always bratty kids running around, cool business men on their conversations about...business, or unique and awesome old women that travel on their own-like world travelers.  I got to talk with one of these such ladies in Denver.  She was reading one of my favorite books...The Female Nomad.  &lt;br /&gt;I love sitting waiting for a flight because I know that is my time to get caught up on my reading I never get to do, or write in my journal I never have time to write in.  I always plan so many things to do, that I never get through everything, but it's nice to just relax and know that I have absolutely no control over the amount of time the plane is delayed.  I've stopped worrying about it and accepted the fact that every flight I go on will be late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-8645334395289541132?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8645334395289541132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8645334395289541132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8645334395289541132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8645334395289541132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/planes-trains-and-automobiles.html' title='Planes, Trains and Automobiles'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-5271362570109078832</id><published>2008-06-11T19:38:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:21:22.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas or Bust</title><content type='html'>Day One: It Begins&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I are headed for Texas: the car is completely full to the brim  including the pet rat by our side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCb_yo4nsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4moruky1ouI/s1600-h/Rat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCb_yo4nsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4moruky1ouI/s320/Rat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836289094983362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised we managed to fit everything into the car including my long legs.  It was pretty tight, and we had filled it so much, the seats were completely upright and I had my bag in between my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCcVnxN0cI/AAAAAAAAACY/-T1r8mq-zpo/s1600-h/Packed+Car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCcVnxN0cI/AAAAAAAAACY/-T1r8mq-zpo/s320/Packed+Car.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836664134259138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No major hiccups at all until we were in the middle of nowhere and the rat fell over into Melissa’s lap!  The cage was full of poop and wood chips.  It was so gross.  I was driving luckily and pulled over to the side of the road.  I considered for a minute just letting the rat run free, but I knew Melissa wouldn’t be too happy.  After we started on our way again, I told her that if that rat had fallen on me, I would have opened the door and pushed the rat out.  It was pretty funny to think about!&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Fort Collins Colorado by about 8:30-ish where we were staying with Melissa’s brother and sister-in-law.  Her sister-in-law works for a photographer that had a gallery showing that night so we met her there.  So as we get into town, I automatically fell in love with this place.  It has such a charming feel to it and when we parked there were about a hundred bikes parked along the sidewalk.  The weird thing was that every single one of these bikes was an old style road bike.  All of them were rusted and had really old bike seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCdhlfH7II/AAAAAAAAACg/NxjSepJOi_k/s1600-h/Bikes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCdhlfH7II/AAAAAAAAACg/NxjSepJOi_k/s320/Bikes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210837969191562370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in a whole different world. We got out and walked around and the weather was beautiful and the people were all sitting outside in the bars…It was beautiful.  There was music coming from everywhere and people had their dogs sitting at the tables beside them outside.  It was perfectly my kind of town.  I fell completely in love instantly.  I felt like if there ever was a town made for me to move into, it was this one.  We went to the gallery and their photography was completely unique and amazing.  They did some really cool things, and I couldn’t stop smiling and staring at them in awe.  I wish I could be a photographer and do cool things like they did.  They are a husband and wife team that her sister-in-law works for and they met in a photography class.  The wife is also a makeup artist so these pictures are really dolled up and cool.  You should check out their website here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: The Windy Cities&lt;br /&gt;Her brother wanted to make us breakfast so we ended up not leaving until 11 when I figured we would be leaving by 9.  But it’s cool.  We would be in the car all day anyway.  The weird thing that happened twice to us, once today and once yesterday is that every time we ran out of gas, suddenly there was a gas station.  This place is barren.  I mean, completely void of human life, and we realize we are out of gas and look up to see a gas station.  We were so lucky!  It was either luck, or it was probably just planned it that way-that there would be a gas station every couple of hundred miles.   &lt;br /&gt;Today I also decided to wear my “I love 311” shirt, because I just love 311.  We stopped at a Safeway in Colorado to eat at the deli so we didn’t have to eat fast food.  I was walking around, and this hot guy, stopped and said, “I LOVE your shirt.”  Rock on buddy, rock on.  He’s going to the July 1st show.  Not sure where they are playing, but I just think it is so awesome that 311 is such an awesome band and all about unity, that 311 fans are united together no matter where you are, or who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCjze5z53I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fkK_61Y2p6o/s1600-h/311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCjze5z53I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fkK_61Y2p6o/s320/311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210844873731860338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I decided to start knitting Melissa a hat for her little baby that is going to be born in a couple of months.  I didn’t really think about it until once I started knitting that they are moving to TEXAS.  Does anyone need a hat in Texas?  Hmm.  Luckily they are going to be going back to Idaho this winter for Melissa to finish up school, so they will get some use out of it.  I didn’t think I would be done with it so quickly, but I guess sitting in a car for 17+ hours can help that along.  I finished about an hour or so before the sun went down.  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCfagKuzhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Yy_dH1EUzXM/s1600-h/Hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCfagKuzhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Yy_dH1EUzXM/s320/Hat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210840046528024082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel like I need to mention that everywhere we stop for gas, it is REDICULOUSLY windy.  I thought it was only in Utah that it was windy.  Nope.  Every single place we have stopped, it has been windy.  And it gets worse the closer we get to our destination.  WHEN does it end?  The wind is so strong that we can’t even hear each other talk anymore.  We actually have to yell over to each other to talk.  It’s getting really annoying.  It has been like this the WHOLE time we have been in the car.  I am going to blame Honda if I go deaf.  I actually think the main reason is that we have tie downs wrapped around the ceiling of the car to hold a bag on top of the car so the seal isn’t too tight. It’s a little annoying.  Just a little.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFChLRYfufI/AAAAAAAAACw/DYsrwX9ep-s/s1600-h/Windy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFChLRYfufI/AAAAAAAAACw/DYsrwX9ep-s/s320/Windy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210841983884442098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: The Longest Day of my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day at 7:30 in the morning with a headache from the lack of sleep. We were trying to make it to Dallas by about 1 so we could hang out with her husband/my friend Beau.  It was supposed to be a 5 hour drive which turned into a 7 hour drive.  The rat fell over two more times today.  I felt kind of bad this time.  The last time it fell over, Melissa and I had gone into the gas station and when we came back, the rat’s box was upside down in the drivers seat.  I was driving today, so I got really nervous when I saw that the rat wasn’t anywhere near the box!  The rat was lost somewhere in the car and there was no way to go looking for it-the car was so packed, we couldn’t just unpack everything to find him.  We started calling out his name and I knew that there was no way I was getting back into that car not knowing where the rat was.  It gave me the creeps! As we called his name, his little nose came peeking up from between the drivers seat and console. It was kind of cute.  &lt;br /&gt;When we finally got into Dallas, we noticed there was a restaurant there called “On the Border”.  This place is the BEST Mexican restaurant in the world.  Promise.  It rocks.  I discovered it in Vegas right before I left to Utah, and went there as much as possible and I even went back to Vegas for On the Border as much as I possibly could.  So we were really excited when we saw that there was an On The Border at EVERY offramp we passed in Dallas.  We ended up taking the wrong way I guess and I got off of the highway so we could call Beau and figure out what to do.  I pulled into a parking lot, and there was an On the Border right in front of us!  We decided to just stay there and eat instead of finding our way home.  After eating, they took me straight to the airport.  Awesome.  Really.  I have spent all day traveling and now I have a flight home with a layover in Denver and my first flight is late.  It just never ends.  So as I am getting back on the flight to Salt Lake, I start to see all of these hot men walking onto the plane.  These men are HOT.  They are all dressed up and I assumed they were probably on some sport team, maybe college.  I heard a lady talking to them and it turns out, they are the sexy men of the SLC Bees Baseball team!  My seat was all the way in the back, but I totally lucked out!!!  I got to sit by all of them.  I wish I could have had the courage to talk with them, but I felt way too tired, and way too hideous to think I am worthy of flirting with them.  I have been in a car ALL day for crying out loud.  Oh well, I can dream.  I’m just glad I’m home and out of a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-5271362570109078832?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/5271362570109078832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=5271362570109078832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5271362570109078832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/5271362570109078832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/texas-or-bust.html' title='Texas or Bust'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SFCb_yo4nsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4moruky1ouI/s72-c/Rat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-6273646930514358923</id><published>2008-06-05T23:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:20:12.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A side note...</title><content type='html'>I was looking through the internet to find pictures of my fine friends, and I found this picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjHVAuc2VI/AAAAAAAAACI/mJxqb9Sk2F0/s1600-h/images-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjHVAuc2VI/AAAAAAAAACI/mJxqb9Sk2F0/s320/images-5.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208632132839987538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is not just a picture of Nick singing.  For some reason I am completely entranced by this photo.  It looks like Nick has so much passion and emotion while he's singing up there on stage to his fans.  It is for this reason that I started drawing this photo in pencil. Also the fact that his muscles completely drive me wild.  I started on it when I was in college and then I moved and got really busy, so I didn't finish it.  Well, my goal has been that after I finish my enormous quilt, I am going to start (again) on this drawing I have.  I am really excited and I have no clue where I am going to put it once I am done, but I just can't wait to see how it will turn out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, does anyone know how to get these pictures to post a little bigger?  They are so small I can barely see them.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-6273646930514358923?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/6273646930514358923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=6273646930514358923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6273646930514358923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6273646930514358923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/side-note.html' title='A side note...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjHVAuc2VI/AAAAAAAAACI/mJxqb9Sk2F0/s72-c/images-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-2710155184302978644</id><published>2008-06-05T22:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:11:22.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjFmgT-k9I/AAAAAAAAABw/eFF-I_rNooA/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjFmgT-k9I/AAAAAAAAABw/eFF-I_rNooA/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208630234353406930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had ANOTHER crazy dream...well, I've still been having some pretty weird ones, but last night's dream sticks in my memory more since, well, because it was about 311.  This isn't the first dream I've had of meeting 311.  It's a little funny and irritating at the same time that I have the same feeling every time I meet 311 in a dream.  I ALWAYS get this feeling like I want to take pictures, but I forgot my camera and no one is ever going to believe I actually met them!  So I have this anxiety every time I "meet" them.  Last night, luckily I had the camera, but I just wanted to enjoy the moment and not be lame by trying to take pictures while they are just trying to have a good time.  I did, however, get a picture with Nick and I, Chad and I, and SA and I.  &lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the couch and talking to P-Nut, but he didn't quite look like P-Nut.  I was actually attracted to the P-Nut in my dream.  The real P-Nut, I don't think is so hot.  Well, so I end up making out with him and then I can't really remember how this happened in the dream, but I did make out with Chad, then all of the sudden I was making out with Nick!!!!  Woohoo!  How cool would that be?!?!?!  Too bad I woke up too soon.  Nick and I only had a short moment together.  I'd sure like to know where Tim was in the middle of all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjG1cTWKLI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ou8KcKypHyM/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjG1cTWKLI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ou8KcKypHyM/s320/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208631590486681778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-2710155184302978644?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/2710155184302978644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=2710155184302978644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/2710155184302978644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/2710155184302978644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-one.html' title='Another one...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEjFmgT-k9I/AAAAAAAAABw/eFF-I_rNooA/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-6732066582901937742</id><published>2008-06-03T20:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:20:44.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle</title><content type='html'>So I signed up for the Jordanelle triathlon this weekend with my dad.  We are doing it together on August 23rd.  Agh!  I get a little nervous when I think too much about it, but then it's only the sprint distance, so it should be too extremely difficult.  I figure that since I am going all out in this triathlon thing, I better get the gear.  So I bought the funny bike shorts on Saturday and yesterday, thought I would treat myself to a new bike.  I feel really spoiled because I have my awesome mountain bike and I want another?  I feel a little bit like I am betraying my mountain bike because I am buying a road bike when there is nothing wrong with my old one, but it will still get some good rides in the mountains.  It feels a bit like when I had to get my new truck.  It was the ultimate betrayal.  Sort of, I guess.  Totally off the subject...&lt;br /&gt;So I rode my bike up to the local bike store and told the man working that I know nothing about road bikes, but I really want to get into riding.  He told me everything I would need to know about them and which are better and about how much I would be spending for the type of bike I wanted.  I decided I wanted to spend about $600 on a bike when I got there, but that never ends up happening.  I always have a limit, and then I break it.  I knew before I set foot in the store that I would definitely go over my budget, but it's completely worth it to spend a little more.  Right?  Right. &lt;br /&gt;With my height, I can never really fit in a girl bike, so I always end up buying a bike for boys.  It's cool.  I've totally come to terms with the fact that I will always have to buy mens running shoes and bikes.  I took the bike out for a ride, and this bike shop is right next to a few restaurants where everyone is sitting on the patio.  I was a little nervous because there wasn't much room for turning the bike onto the sidewalk once I got on and the fact that I have ever been on a road bike was really intimidating to me.  Once I got started, for some reason I couldn't get my foot in the straps and I kept falling over trying to get my foot in the straps!  I just thought it would be cool to provide some entertainment for everyone eating dinner.  But I felt like an idiot.  I tend to do dumb things all of the time, so I wasn't embarrassed at all, just felt dumb.  I just had to laugh, but the man working was so nice and helped me feel not so dumb.  Once I got going on the bike, I got the hang of it and loved it!  I didn't realize it would feel so different from my mountain bike.  I found the one I want for $750.  The one I REALLY want is $1055, but I need to exercise some self control right now.  So here is a picture of the bike...Well mine will have clips and I might modify it a little.  Can't wait to take it home!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYJjLF_XgI/AAAAAAAAABU/4lvbo1Rlq2Q/s1600-h/8656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYJjLF_XgI/AAAAAAAAABU/4lvbo1Rlq2Q/s320/8656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207860518978543106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-6732066582901937742?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/6732066582901937742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=6732066582901937742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6732066582901937742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6732066582901937742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/bicycle.html' title='Bicycle'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYJjLF_XgI/AAAAAAAAABU/4lvbo1Rlq2Q/s72-c/8656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-3682955516031719690</id><published>2008-06-02T22:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:30:56.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to Luagh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Y4keqTV6w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Y4keqTV6w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video made me laugh so hard, I cried and my stomach really hurt for days.  I almost peed my pants too!  I love listening to funny laughs because every once in a while, I let out a good, hearty, nerdy laugh.  Some get lucky to get the snort too from me. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, the first one minute is really boring.  Just skip it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-3682955516031719690?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/3682955516031719690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=3682955516031719690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3682955516031719690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3682955516031719690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-to-luagh.html' title='Love to Luagh!!!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-4780656847633698823</id><published>2008-05-27T18:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:45:42.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikini???</title><content type='html'>So I just bought my first bikini yesterday.  I never imagined I would ever buy one since I have never felt comfortable showing my stomach at all. I don't know why I bought it, I just did.  I thought it would be a good motivator to take pictures in of myself as I work out.  I am pretty positive no one will ever see me in it but my roommate, but I'm hopeful that maybe by the end of the summer, I would feel comfortable enough in it to walk outside for just a minute.  Just in time for winter.  I really do want to be able to wear it once, so I'm sure it will push me to get movin' on the workouts.  &lt;div&gt;I also spent about 10-12 hours yesterday working on my quilt/duvet I am making.  If I had known it would take this long to finish, I for sure would have just spent a few hundred at Anthropologie instead.  This duvet has already cost me about $500 and I still have more fabric to buy for the back!  After all the work I did yesterday, I got really far, but I was cursing the quilt by the end of the night.  I just couldn't handle one more knot in my thread, and one more minute on my knees.  It's so big, I have to spread the quilt across my living room floor.  It takes up the WHOLE living room and I have to sew it on the floor.  By hand.  It's so much fun.  While I was kneeling in pain, I thought...Hey, I should buy those cool tights Lindsey Lohan designed with knee pads in them!  I'm sure she designed them only for this purpose.  She must be a quilter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check them out, click on my title page and you can see the ugly things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4382750671219994634-4780656847633698823?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dlisted.com/node/25829' title='Bikini???'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://dlisted.com/node/25829' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/4780656847633698823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=4780656847633698823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4780656847633698823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4780656847633698823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/05/bikini.html' title='Bikini???'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-742155943287894339</id><published>2008-05-19T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:41:14.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlons</title><content type='html'>So I decided that I am going to FINALLY do a triathlon this summer.  FINALLY.   When I was in college, my dad decided to do the St. George Tri.  The fam came down and we spent the night before hanging out with friends of my dads.  In the morning, we headed on over to the beautiful lake and watched the race.  I had anxiety myself just watching everyone get ready to race.  It was really stressing me out.  I think that could be one reason why I am a little nervous to do one.  &lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was such a perfect place to do a tri, and I thought, if my 50 year old dad can do it, this is pathetic that I can't.  So I have been determined to do it ever since.  Well, the next year I was getting ready for it, and I was running on the track and somehow hurt my foot without even knowing it.  I got home from running and my foot all of the sudden started swelling.  It didn't stop swelling.  My dad said it looked like "Elephantitis".  It was so cool.  Really.  It went all the way up to about halfway up my calf and I couldn't walk on it for a very long time.  The pediatrists have no clue what happened or how to fix it. (Even now, YEARS later, they still can't figure it out.)  So the tri didn't happen that summer.  Or the summer after that, or the summer after that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer, it's my year.  I'm doing it, and my swollen foot IS NOT going to stop me.   I have only been training for a couple of weeks now, and I get so excited!  Still a little nervous for that anticipation on race day, but I am not going to let my laziness stop me this time.  I even had my bike tuned up this weekend so I can start riding it to work.  Luckily Trax goes back up the steep hill to my house! Wink!  We'll see how I feel by 600 East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I've had the dedication I've had for the past two weeks.  It's really amazing that I have made myself get back into running and biking every day.  Well almost every day.  If it weren't for my friend I'm training with, I would probably still be saying that I'll do the triathlon next summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-742155943287894339?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/742155943287894339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=742155943287894339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/742155943287894339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/742155943287894339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/05/triathlons.html' title='Triathlons'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-4698621430825786713</id><published>2008-05-17T22:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:32:33.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some good old fashioned weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KfSDfmjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Dej9hh9_l1g/s1600-h/Toenails.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today was the most beautiful day EVER!!!  I was planning on doing so many other things than, well, nothing, but that's what I did.  I decided to enjoy today to its fullest.   I got up EARLY and went swimming with my friend.  We are training for a triathlon, and the pool had only one more lane open outside.  It was the perfect day to go swimming outside.  The sun was so perfect.  &lt;div&gt;I ran home, showered, and rode my bike to the neighborhood cycle shop to get it tuned up.  I am really excited for this specific item of the day because I have big plans for my bike this summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran from the cycle shop over to the Trax station to ride it down to the Living Traditions Festival.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go off on a tangent for a second.  This festival is the first one of the season that I have been aware of.  I have heard that Salt Lake has many festivals and a farmers market that I just can't wait to go to.  I am really excited to live in Salt Lake for this purpose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my friend met me at the festival and we watched the Salt Lake Scots play the drums and bagpipes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC-wEyDfmhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tN1vG-qkH04/s1600-h/IMGP2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC-wEyDfmhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tN1vG-qkH04/s320/IMGP2700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201569690838604306" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of one of the songs, the guy was saying that if you are interested in learning how to play the bagpipes, come see one of us after the show, and we will give you some information. I have loved listening to bagpipes and for some reason been extremely obsessed with them.  I take pictures of them every time I see them.  Just because I think they are so cool.  At a Notre Dame game, I watched a group of them walk around the tailgating party, and circle together to play some great songs.  I loved it.  And I have wanted to play the bagpipes since, but never really seriously thought about it or figured out how you even start out with learning how to play the bagpipes.  So afterwards, I talked to one of them, and I am now committed to learning how to play the bagpipes.  Yes, that's right.  Me and the bagpipes.  You all can play your guitar hero.  I've got the bagpipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we walked around afterwards, and looked at all the crafts, had italian soda, thai food, and a snow cone.  I didn't eat so much of the food, but ate all of the ice from the italian soda.  It's been a while since I have eaten ice and froze my tongue.  I love that.  It makes me feel so retarded not being able to talk, but the fact that the weather was so warm that it caused me to eat all of the ice and freeze my tongue is so awesome to me.  As if that wasn't enough, I had a snow cone as I was leaving to freeze it even more.  I had to have something cold to walk home with.  Well, walk to Trax and walk 2 blocks back to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to work on my to-do list for a couple of hours and went then went outside on our stairs to paint my toenails.  I know, not the best job ever, but the sun was in my eyes.  Oh ,and yes, one foot is bigger than the other.  I know it.  It's been swollen for years and if anyone can tell me why and what I can do...I'll give them all the money in my pocket.  Because for some reason, I can't find one foot doctor that can solve the mysterious problem I have.  Maybe Dr. House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KfSDfmjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Dej9hh9_l1g/s1600-h/Toenails.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KfSDfmjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Dej9hh9_l1g/s320/Toenails.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201598733407459890" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I took a few pictures with Melanie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KfyDfmkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/civ2dMdOxdw/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KfyDfmkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/civ2dMdOxdw/s320/110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201598741997394498" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And decided sitting on the porch listening to my music was so much better than finishing my laundry or cleaning my room.  We have huge trees in front of my house and they were so cool laying down and looking at the green leaves with the blue sky.  Probably my favorite thing to do is to look at the sky through trees, laying on the grass.  Or in my case, concrete since there is no grass yet on the yard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KeyDfmiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DuB-2D4joVA/s1600-h/Trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KeyDfmiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DuB-2D4joVA/s320/Trees.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201598724817525282" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KgSDfmlI/AAAAAAAAABE/cs359yiewes/s1600-h/More+trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KgSDfmlI/AAAAAAAAABE/cs359yiewes/s1600-h/More+trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KgSDfmlI/AAAAAAAAABE/cs359yiewes/s320/More+trees.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201598750587329106" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KgyDfmmI/AAAAAAAAABM/64zDgtzjO_U/s1600-h/Me+looking+at+trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KgyDfmmI/AAAAAAAAABM/64zDgtzjO_U/s1600-h/Me+looking+at+trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC_KgyDfmmI/AAAAAAAAABM/64zDgtzjO_U/s320/Me+looking+at+trees.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201598759177263714" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, I took the whole day and did nothing I originally planned on doing, so in my eyes, it was a pretty awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&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/4382750671219994634-4698621430825786713?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/4698621430825786713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=4698621430825786713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4698621430825786713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/4698621430825786713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-some-good-old-fashioned-weather.html' title='Finally some good old fashioned weather'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SC-wEyDfmhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tN1vG-qkH04/s72-c/IMGP2700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-8175153438130220403</id><published>2008-05-15T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:49:07.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have been having CRAZY dreams lately and I have no drugs in my system to prove where they are all of the sudden coming from.  I usually have a dream or two every month I think, but this past week, I'm having like 3 or 4 different dreams per night.  Sometimes I wake up and think...Have I completely lost my mind?  Why would I dream that up? &lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream, and it's way too weird to explain it on a blog out in public for everyone to read, but it was about my older brother and I playing tricks on a pizza delivery guy.  My dream was of us when we were young somewhere around 11 and 12.  I was laughing so hard, that I woke myself up out of the dream laughing out loud.  It's pretty funny to think about even now.  I fell back asleep and woke myself up AGAIN because I was laughing, but this time, my snorting was what jolted me awake!!  Haha.  I am laughing so hard even now about myself as I type this.  I couldn't get back to sleep after that because I kept laughing at what I dork I am! Pretty hilarious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also heard that I talk in my sleep.   Or rather, yell.  I was told that I yelled something at someone in my sleep.  But this dream I can't remember even having a dream at all.  I yelled, "I love you!!!!", then "No!!!!".  Kind of weird coming from someone who has a problem with saying that four letter word.  Well, except to good friends and family, but that's a WHOLE other blog saved for later.  Maybe.&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/4382750671219994634-8175153438130220403?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/8175153438130220403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=8175153438130220403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8175153438130220403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/8175153438130220403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-6058207149677684947</id><published>2008-05-13T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:45:13.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumper Dumper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the internet looking for portable toilet companies when I was in St George for a house we were starting.  I just happened across this awesome website.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bumperdumper.com/bumper2.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you go to this site, just seeing the first two pictures DOES NOT do it justice.  The photoshop skills in here are so amazing.   And I don't think you really understand or appreciate how versatile it is until the bottom.  Fishing?  On the John?  I guess it's every man's dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-6058207149677684947?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/6058207149677684947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=6058207149677684947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6058207149677684947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/6058207149677684947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-words.html' title='2 words...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-3578906711923299031</id><published>2008-05-13T08:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:39:17.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?&lt;br /&gt;And it's only 8:37.  Let's see what's in store for the rest of the day.  I am going to have a positive outlook on this whole thing though. and I am not going to try to make it worse.  But it's only 8:38.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-3578906711923299031?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/3578906711923299031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=3578906711923299031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3578906711923299031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3578906711923299031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-3064855521197734182</id><published>2008-04-30T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:28:39.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"MOH"</title><content type='html'>Who knew that a chick flick would cause so much of an uproar?  So today my friend at work invited me to go to the showing of Made of Honor.  I have only seen the preview once, but it looked like it could have pretty big potential to be pretty dumb.  But I decided that "McDreamy" might make this movie look good.  My friend won the tickets on the radio, but the thing about these "tickets" is that they aren't really tickets at all.   They are just "passes" which give you the right to a ticket.  That is, if you get in line behind 100 women and they happen to not be sold out within the first 45 minutes.  These tickets went on sale at 4 pm people!  They sold out within an hour!  I was still at work. I am not a big movie theater buff because I really don't pay much attention to what is out unless it's something like, Indiana Jones.  I figured, we've already made the drive here, why not just go to another movie? &lt;div&gt;So we see this group of ladies talking to the "guest services".  And we are directed to go over to them to give them our address since we didn't get a ticket to Made of Honor.  I guess they will offer free tickets to another showing for anyone that doesn't get a ticket to any of these special showings.  My friend and I walk over there, and there is a whole &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mess &lt;/span&gt;of angry, angry women.  Wow.  I now know never to get in between a girl and her Patrick Dempsey.  These women were yelling at the manager of the theater because they thought it was their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;to have a ticket to this movie.  Mind you, these "tickets" were free.  I almost laughed out loud after hearing one of the women say, "Some of these ladies have gotten babysitters to come all the way out here to see this movie.  You guys gave too many passes away. Now what are we going to do?!"  I thought it better not to laugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just completely amazed that these women were so mad at the theater for something that they didn't have any control of.  I don't think these women realize that this happens at every preview.  (I've never been to one, but I heard it from my friend)  I was also pretty amazed that TV and movies can have such an effect on people.  What is this world coming to?  I guess I have been away from television and movie theaters for so long that I don't really care at all what's going on.  I'm not sure if I am describing this correctly.  I just don't give a shiz I guess would be the correct way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of shiz on TV, I have television on my TV for the first time since I moved out of my parents right out of high school.  That's SEVEN years.  I started watching something, and I decided that I really hate TV.  I guess they call them "teasers", but really they are just "ruiners".  I don't want to know what is going to happen when I eventually watch the episode in 4 days.  I watch a couple of my favorite shows on the internet and I like it that way.  Well, I decided that I hate TV even more after seeing 1.7 minutes of The Bachelor.  Wow.  I hope no one I know really actually likes this show.  Somehow, we watched it, and hated it, but didn't turn it off.  So I saw that this guy openly sleeps with three women in three nights and tells them all the exact. same. thing. "I really have fun hanging out with you" and "I think I am falling for you".  I just think I was a little surprised at how far TV shows can go now.  I didn't think they would show a girl changing into lingerie on TV. It drives me nuts that I am so bothered with this show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has got to be the LONGEST blog in history so I am just going to end this rant right about now.  And unplug my TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382750671219994634-3064855521197734182?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/3064855521197734182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=3064855521197734182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3064855521197734182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/3064855521197734182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/04/moh.html' title='&quot;MOH&quot;'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382750671219994634.post-9132367238092661967</id><published>2008-03-06T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:14:58.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/R9CXSYXQfEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ut0FcEH1NEY/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/R9CXSYXQfEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ut0FcEH1NEY/s320/IMG_1281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174802313882139714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this little one.  So I went out to see my amazing little niece last month, and I still can't stop thinking about how much she is growing and I am missing it!!!  Luckily I will see her soon enough here in freezing cold Utah.   &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/4382750671219994634-9132367238092661967?l=alexschwerdt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/feeds/9132367238092661967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382750671219994634&amp;postID=9132367238092661967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/9132367238092661967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382750671219994634/posts/default/9132367238092661967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexschwerdt.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-love-this-little-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10383096709844170271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/SEYM1ek796I/AAAAAAAAABg/-A9nOSawdnY/S220/IMGP2053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGGJYo-8MvM/R9CXSYXQfEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ut0FcEH1NEY/s72-c/IMG_1281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
