tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57872742154529075912024-03-12T17:18:29.975-07:00Always an Adventure... Always.This is an account of my adventures. Read if you dare.Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.comBlogger364125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-44368481719996876832009-01-07T22:30:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:31:08.179-08:00Giant Blog Hug To You From Me!Of all my blog entries, this could be the most important one. I wish to express just how grateful I am to all of you, for your support through this incredible year. I could NOT have done it without the amazing people in my life....<br /><br /><strong>Jen</strong>, the inspiration for this project. I don't know her, but her blog inspired me (and gave me ideas... cough...) You can check out her blog on my side panel, or <a href="http://jen365.blogspot.com/">click me</a>.<br /><strong>Katelyn Crump and my family</strong><br /><strong>Cailie Ercanbrack</strong><br /><strong>Pete Smithsuth</strong><br /><strong>Ray Sullivan</strong><br /><strong>Melissa Martinson</strong><br /><strong>Jenelle Crump</strong><br /><strong>Lindsey Buck, and my other old roomies: Abby, Ashley, and Mariesa</strong><br /><strong>New roomies: Carina, Amanda, and Hailey</strong><br /><strong>Joshua Lohner</strong><br /><strong>Richie Loveridge</strong><br /><strong>Spencer Clark</strong><br /><strong>Mike Thorup</strong><br /><strong>Jason Clark</strong><br /><strong>Steve Crass</strong><br /><strong>Everyone else in Jones Hall</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I know there are so many other people out there that I need to thank... if your name isn't mentioned above, don't worry! I hope it will suffice to say thank you... you know who you are. I really honestly couldn't have attempted this project without the overwhelming support, ideas, and encouragement. Thank you so much!!!Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-23726465158599382452009-01-03T19:02:00.000-08:002009-01-03T19:12:37.012-08:00365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PjNmE64xGvYq6QlGyoHxTQylJs1wmRK-WjLmmtb8wZlrNCuAuhlMHy0GDdWUmK3jD0c5A5Nq4xJEolfhbL8ayJ861JsDYKyCcy13xV17xQSw0yQGs64RQA10YozQF7krEzwhRRzYd5if/s1600-h/9+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PjNmE64xGvYq6QlGyoHxTQylJs1wmRK-WjLmmtb8wZlrNCuAuhlMHy0GDdWUmK3jD0c5A5Nq4xJEolfhbL8ayJ861JsDYKyCcy13xV17xQSw0yQGs64RQA10YozQF7krEzwhRRzYd5if/s400/9+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287270250702334578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">That's right folks, I did it! 365 New Things for 2008. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">How did I spend my last day doing new things?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;">Under the stars, being one with nature, with those I loved. I couldn't have asked for a better way to thank God for all the blessings I have! For all the incredible experiences, laughs and magical moments I've been able to enjoy. For those I love most, who helped me along the way and supported me through everything. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;">That's right, dudes. I spent my new years laying in a field in southern utah, with nothing to see but millions upon billions of stars... and I could've sworn they were shining for </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;">me.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaN52JMP4FgSV8Vkpm9corozMCmOjpMR5m9QThghyoYWSDWSFhoY0OO6eBlrf0HWVuJbFJ3Gip2_GdzQ1QRjiLpFNwZWByS5DszsulL6pCGeaPWKxvKHRRCBuE5wzqbYy8tTZ8B0G9y6f-/s1600-h/9+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaN52JMP4FgSV8Vkpm9corozMCmOjpMR5m9QThghyoYWSDWSFhoY0OO6eBlrf0HWVuJbFJ3Gip2_GdzQ1QRjiLpFNwZWByS5DszsulL6pCGeaPWKxvKHRRCBuE5wzqbYy8tTZ8B0G9y6f-/s400/9+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287270240259684290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This is the last picture I took in 2008, of me huddling under a sleeping bag (giving Elise and Thom some "alone time"... snicker snicker...)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">And don't think for one second that I'm done doing new things... the only difference between 2008 and 2009 is that there are 365 more opportunities to experience!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I'm out, dudes. I got a world to explore.</span></span><br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-78365529294788207202009-01-03T18:49:00.000-08:002009-01-03T19:00:52.503-08:00December 31... I wish "U" a Happy New Years!On the way to St. George, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned how to play a few chords on the ukulele</span>. I decided to play you all a little song, in honor of the New Year!!! I loved the ukulele, because it was easy to pick up. I recommend it to all those who wish they could play the guitar but can't quite make it... just kidding. :)<br />(I also learned "Somewhere over the rainbow" by IZ, because everyone knows that if you play the ukulele, you<span style="font-style: italic;"> have</span> to play that song.)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBBHxjbv6PhoDqksnw903sDkMaRm7iEQF-4IS59RG6GqPDJhR1Lb_qcNGXdhDb4sXiPnYxkEcpG0x_OyQWDA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I know that the video is blurry, and my singing is ten octaves higher than should ever be considered ideal.<br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-16470736724121277352008-12-30T23:17:00.000-08:002008-12-31T13:06:34.774-08:00December 30... Need a hand/leg?Today's new thing was not planned. It seems fitting to me (and very cruel), that the one time I play with superglue, I should<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> glue my thumb to a plastic barbie leg</span></span>.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTNO0dMMN5BeCPc9_c4SBj0lPgMMUXGw2ofSc34fQFBvy7_UDRMOY83ultCbssZ76bqf9pROw3-uMKk4tM_JVURqoHu_ZQUs98jsnCyBnw2BgHbIKCdL3qu60ycwdx8ak4d_E54ytF56D/s1600-h/n531996571_1649540_3080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTNO0dMMN5BeCPc9_c4SBj0lPgMMUXGw2ofSc34fQFBvy7_UDRMOY83ultCbssZ76bqf9pROw3-uMKk4tM_JVURqoHu_ZQUs98jsnCyBnw2BgHbIKCdL3qu60ycwdx8ak4d_E54ytF56D/s400/n531996571_1649540_3080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286063515059305714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >Also: I sightread 52 consecutive church hymns in 30 minutes... that's a new record! And a new thing. (And a nerdy thing...)<br /></span>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-80231295347153332042008-12-30T22:58:00.001-08:002008-12-30T23:05:38.760-08:00December 29... Vegan Vittles<div style="text-align: center;">I've never been one to get into the whole "that innocent cow was mooing ten seconds before it was on your plate" thing, so I don't usually buy into this, but today...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I ordered my first VEGAN thing -ever</span>.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc41kWXUaNGvTDkIF2bR22nB0htHi2KzFSSkD__86JgbfJEkRvL8ad87jrMOZIzoSfL-TOESxeNxGoxKt33w_oispyIVc0hCXTQoE40K4BTLZhhn30Lp4AYjUg7hakZCH1uF0D5esC07LU/s1600-h/8+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc41kWXUaNGvTDkIF2bR22nB0htHi2KzFSSkD__86JgbfJEkRvL8ad87jrMOZIzoSfL-TOESxeNxGoxKt33w_oispyIVc0hCXTQoE40K4BTLZhhn30Lp4AYjUg7hakZCH1uF0D5esC07LU/s400/8+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285845895518762098" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A Portabella Mushroom Sandwich, and it was probably the most delicious Mediterranian food I've ever had. Not to say I'll be going vegan now, by any stretch of the imagination, but this sandwich could very well possibly change your life. It was that good.<br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-1086693080918059392008-12-28T21:08:00.000-08:002008-12-28T21:13:12.021-08:00December 28... Bill Nye My EyeIf anyone were to ask me what my least favorite subject in school is, I would automatically reply: science.<br /><br />Today, I took<a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/science"> this test</a> to see if I really was as bad as i remember...<br /><br />It turns out, I'm worse. I barely sqeaked by with a 65%...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/science"><img src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/science_d.jpg" alt="JustSayHi - Science Quiz" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Created by OnePlusYou - <a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/">Free Dating Sites</a></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-51127150876924510262008-12-28T15:14:00.000-08:002008-12-28T15:35:20.550-08:00December 27... Bienvenidos Abigail Bennet!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiiOmljpVwp6diznmTCoZrz6ZF0sr5aG9mVTasgpED-vOPRx9fdX7X20yNALBziX8enna6J5WZX8FkBJJo8ajasQ-yaWG7F5tEFkE0nlFC7XFq7m8dsRofoeS2BcApz30zJOHgy745GB-/s1600-h/3+christmas+break+142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284984474398958722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiiOmljpVwp6diznmTCoZrz6ZF0sr5aG9mVTasgpED-vOPRx9fdX7X20yNALBziX8enna6J5WZX8FkBJJo8ajasQ-yaWG7F5tEFkE0nlFC7XFq7m8dsRofoeS2BcApz30zJOHgy745GB-/s400/3+christmas+break+142.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tonight, Ashley, Ethan, and I joined the Abby Bennet support group to welcome her home from her long stay in Ecuador... seven months!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It was quite the adventure... while waiting for her delayed flight, we hopped on <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">wheelchairs.</span></strong></div><div align="center">I know it seems pretty impossible, but in all my 20 years of being alive, I have never been on one long enough to operate one. I got on and was completely confused at how to turn! It took me quite a while to get the hang of it, and when I did...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"Excuse me. The wheelchairs are for those with <em>special needs</em>. Put them back."</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284984458876781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdE9TfecevrbYN7G18uDKmaiF01yavSu4Q67BIwiruFxxLySwUZDZ9YuKDjjsIxO5ZXv14Jo5-4dRuRfHFS6YNJUvqlhUkIZWaiMY0_-ZCzIOlX6WmnWnTK9r2UDNMGRHbLH3UqVfdlzL9/s400/3+christmas+break+140.JPG" border="0" />Ooops....</div><div align="center"><br />That put a damper on our wait, until we saw that lovely girl come flaoting down the escalators... we all screamed in joyous unison, and I will admit, I got a bit teary-eyed when I went to hug her. I love Abby Bennet, and <strong>welcoming her back home</strong> <strong>at the airport</strong> has got to be one of the most heart-touching new things I've done this year.</div><div align="center"> </div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGIIEfJ0Sc1wLIeDRgPJtnXLb-IQRqOyPDtH4b2EnQIP8NNIetCEpsSX2jTPDD9Cfe_inLfi7CXw1jZpEqWw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-13697632495376164792008-12-27T09:04:00.000-08:002008-12-27T09:05:38.891-08:00December 26... Lies!Ever wanted to lie about something and not get caught?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Today I whispered a white lie when no one was listening.</span></span><br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-35236680144965969002008-12-27T09:02:00.000-08:002008-12-30T23:35:33.235-08:00December 25... Home AloneOk, not really. But this Christmas was the first one I've spent <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">completely on my own</span>- no friends or boyfriends- with just my family. It definitely went a little different than I planned, but it was nice to be with everyone.<br /><br />Also, <span style="font-size:180%;">I made a pyramid out of snow</span>. Take that, Frosty.Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-74456163046676148722008-12-26T13:34:00.001-08:002008-12-26T13:37:50.366-08:00December 24... Pardon My Being Forward But...There is nothing like a generic text forward to bring about the Holiday Cheer.<br /><br />Yeah right.<br /><br />Tonight I made up my own forward and sent it to those I cared about, in hopes they would pass it on to those they care about. It went something like this:<br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Merry Christmas! If you don't send this to 645 people in the next ten seconds, Santa will personally poke your eyeballs out. Hope you haven't been naughty...</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(I didn't mean for it to sound so threatening...)</span><br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-63284676753784331292008-12-23T23:49:00.000-08:002008-12-23T23:54:38.915-08:00December 23... Cheetah Girls, Cheetah Sisters<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned the cheetah girl dance that they teach on the Disney Channel</span>.<br />Keep in mind, I am not a outgoing diva, but I can certainly willing to give it a try.<br />(Unfortunately, it didn't go so well...yeah yeah, I know my hand is awkwardly on her shoulder... she was moving too quick!!!)<br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzoNGoWbP3wpyDCPBsQH9vDkxIRj6vK8dcr_NWzOnFmBnj1_e-wi2045YdGWJvMWx7V-QGC6Im8zNt41OvzrA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />RAWR.<br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-38143513140969428442008-12-22T16:26:00.000-08:002008-12-22T16:53:37.897-08:00December 22... That's TightToday I surfed the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Urban Dictionary</span></span> to learn 10 new phrases/words to use- in the streets. There include (but are not limited to:)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Econnoisseur</span><br /><div class="definition"> One who insists on the highest quality at the lowest price. </div><span style="font-style: italic;">Being an econnoisseur I bought the ten dollar chilean wine instead of the fifty dollar french. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Flavorgasm</span><br /><div class="example"> When eating food so good that you let out an involuntary moan, usually the first bite; also as an adjective - flavorgasmic<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I ate this unbelievable steak yesterday. I swear when I ate the first bite I had a total flavorgasm<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">!<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Sargasm</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span>Deriving far too much satisfaction from glibly berating another with sarcasm. <div class="example"> <span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh, thanks a lot for drinking my last beer! No, it's my fault... if I wanted it for myself, I shouldn't have put it in the fridge!" </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Dude, don't have a sargasm." </span></div><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">4. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bagside</span><br />The side of a body where a gigantic purse or messenger bag is carried, and an awkward barrier preventing others from walking comfortably alongside is often created. <div class="example"> <span style="font-style: italic;">I would hold your hand, baby, but I don't want to get on your bagside. </span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. MIRF</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>acronym for Mom I'd Run From. The opposite of a MILF. A mom you definitely would not want to do. <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I don't know where she gets her good looks, her mom is a </span>MIRF!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Textrovert</span><br />1. One who feels an increased sense of bravery over texting, as opposed to in person.<br />2. One who will often only say what they really feel over text messages. <div class="definition"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kelly: "So how'd the conversation go with Jason last night?" </span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Natalie: "Ah he's such a textrovert. We didn't make any progress until I went home and he spilled his guts over texts."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Slackitude</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>The act of, or state of being a <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=slacker">slacker</a>. Describes the attitude typically associated with being a slacker. Most appropriately applies to one with no responsibilities, one that gets by pretending to be hard at work, or the co-worker that is found hanging out near the coffee machine for most of the day. </div> <div class="example"> <span style="font-style: italic;">I just can't tolerate that guy's slackitude! If I were his manager, I'd sack him, no doubt.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>8. Tag Hag</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>A person who is obsessed with brand name clothing.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />She is such a tag hag! She wanted to wear my Versace even though she hates it!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Trill</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>An adjective used in hip-hop culture to describe someone who is considered to be well-respected, coming from the combination of "true" and "real".<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Trill A** Niggaz keepin it true and real.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Flesh Forks</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>Your bare fingers<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Person A: Dude, I don't have a fork!<br />Person B: Just use your flesh forks, dude.<br /></span><br />I also enjoyed:<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Crop Dusting:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>farting while walking<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />In which you would respond with:<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flatuglance:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>That look you give someone when they have just farted around you.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;">That's a wrap, homies. Keepin it real in the hood. These words are gonna be off the hook, that's all I'm sayin.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-65397275021562750552008-12-21T20:17:00.000-08:002008-12-21T20:28:27.553-08:00December 21... Also No Clever Catchy Title.In an effort to invite the true meaning of Christmas into this Holiday Season, I celebrated with the Ercanbracks in a <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Shepherd's Dinner"</span>. Basically, we all came out in bathrobes and cloth tied around our heads,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVobv9RBgU78ir0_4ym3GxJ1ThFG3dGIw-6GQons7sUHetIiJbj1iMxLiSY6v60Pl0DOt6s_SwrVOvQU-dl8o9Rij8OPJm_AantcV0AYNCuspdgN8ez0aK6TslsFwShhXQ7pqxfPEJI_rY/s1600-h/6+019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVobv9RBgU78ir0_4ym3GxJ1ThFG3dGIw-6GQons7sUHetIiJbj1iMxLiSY6v60Pl0DOt6s_SwrVOvQU-dl8o9Rij8OPJm_AantcV0AYNCuspdgN8ez0aK6TslsFwShhXQ7pqxfPEJI_rY/s320/6+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466368325032514" border="0" /></a> ate on the floor, and dined on cheese, grapes, nuts, olives, fruit, bread, and some meat. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliB_J2RqIJ-bnDR3vuuI0-_R3-VjgQXyrAXN1biZbFaf3fN1JCpfhoAhyphenhyphenoH7gw3R0HP4xc7CvbF7-lvlQK4Z3wqDvX0nVVX-pJcX5Wx46pfFhfCiz-1MoFP8c247-1Ie8bQcojvFVbs2n/s1600-h/6+020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliB_J2RqIJ-bnDR3vuuI0-_R3-VjgQXyrAXN1biZbFaf3fN1JCpfhoAhyphenhyphenoH7gw3R0HP4xc7CvbF7-lvlQK4Z3wqDvX0nVVX-pJcX5Wx46pfFhfCiz-1MoFP8c247-1Ie8bQcojvFVbs2n/s320/6+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466375963477746" border="0" /></a>This helped to put us in the shoes of what it might be like for a shepherd living in Jesus' times, and it was a really neat tradition. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4gUvTr_mbmXGUzArsSgVnSCFVO2DkFSvMaMEpprmc6OMv6PwnKaPKjs4BmsywLbPkZ1ZCFwseBtessD0N3dRYV8TNmIYpiGRO_9lxIpzvpl7Ll36uWAsxsF_HLB55Dq3ze4TlNOETSGk/s1600-h/6+021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4gUvTr_mbmXGUzArsSgVnSCFVO2DkFSvMaMEpprmc6OMv6PwnKaPKjs4BmsywLbPkZ1ZCFwseBtessD0N3dRYV8TNmIYpiGRO_9lxIpzvpl7Ll36uWAsxsF_HLB55Dq3ze4TlNOETSGk/s320/6+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466383698966114" border="0" /></a>Then to completely flip the mood afterwords, we celebrated the first day of Hanukkah. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned how to play with the Dradle</span> and enjoyed a nice jelly-filled donut.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Life with the Ercanbracks is always an adventure.</div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-60773944462554891972008-12-21T20:08:00.000-08:002008-12-21T20:17:23.203-08:00December 20... Soup NaziToday I did a few "News"...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-I attended my first work party</span>. It was a Famous Daves, and there was more than enough food to go around... and more than enough presents. I totally scored- jazz tickets, money, candy, lotion, and homemade bread. It's nice to know that even Cartridge Fillers get a break every now and then :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJfvGx0hTVXOKiKwrdMqXKHPekaGUOfJ6ZgZhiJFU-pSYf-dvOwFFdvtAkD9rCIEDaosWVL3Ds8kr4CX4E60NYwG-tk2gPhkC6JsXBv_tx9lr-xMe3hwl7K5gkKvQolR0bAeqhkRMkWJ/s1600-h/6+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJfvGx0hTVXOKiKwrdMqXKHPekaGUOfJ6ZgZhiJFU-pSYf-dvOwFFdvtAkD9rCIEDaosWVL3Ds8kr4CX4E60NYwG-tk2gPhkC6JsXBv_tx9lr-xMe3hwl7K5gkKvQolR0bAeqhkRMkWJ/s320/6+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282463491758106434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-I became Godmother to this Russian Tortoise.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvapL6fAUQU5mXEjnA2wtGr8CsamQZgjQV79tPLjjZ4c3Im-T4L8nTWcpj6ZyDG4ZkJ5a82IzJx2BdRqZsuV-4Zqcdk5HpmuVu4A5fgFRhP4bQ2ARwhf_tu1iZ-Ma3Vo27yjWi46jP4xx/s1600-h/6+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvapL6fAUQU5mXEjnA2wtGr8CsamQZgjQV79tPLjjZ4c3Im-T4L8nTWcpj6ZyDG4ZkJ5a82IzJx2BdRqZsuV-4Zqcdk5HpmuVu4A5fgFRhP4bQ2ARwhf_tu1iZ-Ma3Vo27yjWi46jP4xx/s320/6+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282463502412021170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-I watched a whole episode of Seinfeld.</span> (Not only that, but 5 consecutive episodes! Season Seven.) Never in my life have I seen so many nothing fights... fantastic.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/3h9DsfW6AEDj9DgTJjLNwzax2rRJnBX18aD66lVwzIbHKRwkfAmV8QMI5wewSkvGdEaEMR9erxZnXTxbVMqMhsVQXKrJIDtl/seinfeld.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 409px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/3h9DsfW6AEDj9DgTJjLNwzax2rRJnBX18aD66lVwzIbHKRwkfAmV8QMI5wewSkvGdEaEMR9erxZnXTxbVMqMhsVQXKrJIDtl/seinfeld.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-63737356690324739182008-12-19T20:14:00.000-08:002008-12-19T20:16:47.013-08:00December 19... Mistle-Toe.Today was supposed to be the day I got my wisdom teeth removed. In honor of cancelling the appointment, I decided to celebrate another body part...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I decided upon a favorite toe.</span></span><br />Right big toe, just because it has a freckle next to it. <br />Unfortunately, no picture. Although that toe is my favorite, I think my feet are undesirable for the appearance of the blog. I'm sure you understand.<br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-45376035312362553672008-12-18T12:27:00.000-08:002008-12-18T22:48:56.272-08:00December 18... A+<span style="font-style: italic;">I finally did what all other girls do in times of desperation...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIarDN4j0J0qL_yopO4vx-u-T2WC22LVXWpDdWEYbpSJDmOxDvg81RWDYGbioxdGfks78VCw_FpdDKzHO4tJTVRNcbSUC_LixPVSJGPqer9HMBAX80VB_-9zlsGMmyDt2_Np9qS6WDH5Z/s1600-h/4+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIarDN4j0J0qL_yopO4vx-u-T2WC22LVXWpDdWEYbpSJDmOxDvg81RWDYGbioxdGfks78VCw_FpdDKzHO4tJTVRNcbSUC_LixPVSJGPqer9HMBAX80VB_-9zlsGMmyDt2_Np9qS6WDH5Z/s320/4+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281230204105151154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I chopped my hair into an a-line.</span></span><br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-56975159635000816612008-12-17T23:21:00.000-08:002008-12-18T22:43:42.356-08:00December 17... Diggin The DenimToday <span style="font-weight: bold;">I helped my dad go pants shopping</span>. In other words, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I learned what the two numbers mean</span>... the first is the waist size, and the second is the length. I also learned to distinguish between loose straight, regular, fit, and bootcut. (the last of which is desirable for skinny dudes such as my father.) Shopping for men is more confusing that I thought! (Although not NEARLY as much as for girls.) Unfortunately, we didn't get much selection- we were in the local Smith's Marketplace in the clearance section. Troys will be Troys.Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-37464020017440715942008-12-16T23:39:00.001-08:002008-12-16T23:50:16.846-08:00December 16... A day that will live in infamy.Today I finally met <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Jason Clark</span></span>. The big deal is: we've been meaning to meet for seven years. One of my closest friends, and I've never actually met him. The story is simple yet complicated- so it will suffice to say we've been friends on the internet since I was about 13 years old. It was a friendship formed through distance, but we didn't let that stop us. <br /><br />Finding myself in the Provo area today, I decided to give him a call on a whim, and we met at Barnes and Noble. What followed was a lovely conversation about Rosie O'Donnel, Twilight bashing, European philosophy, punching the Iowa sign, and band sellouts. And although there was nothing to fear, I'm still glad he didn't show up as an incognito 50-year-old creepo. Just kidding :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6NT8IZzkRZpqjuEZihCrbnY7-QDVPxHImoTJY74GG0OeCnLTMVtah0e8ECTryoNp-XUbhVeOeaLcG2Xy0z8PRaPt70c__2K7ckyTAoKh8PnP9WGky5qDr1F2sjU33cpHc3qvytHasYjF/s1600-h/3+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6NT8IZzkRZpqjuEZihCrbnY7-QDVPxHImoTJY74GG0OeCnLTMVtah0e8ECTryoNp-XUbhVeOeaLcG2Xy0z8PRaPt70c__2K7ckyTAoKh8PnP9WGky5qDr1F2sjU33cpHc3qvytHasYjF/s400/3+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280660721859600514" border="0" /></a>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-15628882408487815072008-12-16T23:35:00.000-08:002008-12-16T23:38:17.784-08:00December 15... Ove-Lay<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I wrote a love letter entirely in Pig Latin. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SqVy7CMY5DtPAMg0B_eiYnrFRSZR9kq-oAKLHMx4K5rIv_A0kIYILFOIP0holjL1i7Oce7HVKYr8aYX28ynrlvbXhfFxkRDslmqyWJTMVgViIbni3uNyNaL-mRkLGXvYnlaj-VTvay0W/s1600-h/3+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SqVy7CMY5DtPAMg0B_eiYnrFRSZR9kq-oAKLHMx4K5rIv_A0kIYILFOIP0holjL1i7Oce7HVKYr8aYX28ynrlvbXhfFxkRDslmqyWJTMVgViIbni3uNyNaL-mRkLGXvYnlaj-VTvay0W/s320/3+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280659985179734338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyljYv03WJ1vdwzzx4aJmug3rBP9vColKnEVMNZPA-ruw3FU1o2xadIB-wkDWKxKpJ06EdqYKmrh5283PejMQXXK4e4QbDSGl844sYnF3JlQcU1_OtIRPOVMsTtjs3HB0CZVNlWLsHcGl/s1600-h/3+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyljYv03WJ1vdwzzx4aJmug3rBP9vColKnEVMNZPA-ruw3FU1o2xadIB-wkDWKxKpJ06EdqYKmrh5283PejMQXXK4e4QbDSGl844sYnF3JlQcU1_OtIRPOVMsTtjs3HB0CZVNlWLsHcGl/s320/3+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280659988412115394" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >*And no, it was not to Jason Mraz.</span><br /></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-4244957362266091112008-12-14T19:32:00.000-08:002008-12-14T19:37:41.426-08:00December 14... Oh Holey NightMy titles are getting worse and worse...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Today I made a BUNDT CAKE.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRsjvspvfzHL-Dg39jTg1oEDyswsC838-c3AsVw20TKoCZDSGEL6wgE0zoiXT_INF-jAqVIpMmJd2TtnynqGT22UQufH1rXMHhjEV3ATTo1Gf2E8K_UIaYfzjc5bq1r4_Ocqw2MmjAP6z/s1600-h/2+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRsjvspvfzHL-Dg39jTg1oEDyswsC838-c3AsVw20TKoCZDSGEL6wgE0zoiXT_INF-jAqVIpMmJd2TtnynqGT22UQufH1rXMHhjEV3ATTo1Gf2E8K_UIaYfzjc5bq1r4_Ocqw2MmjAP6z/s400/2+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855796475197746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Why they have holes in the middle, I'll never know.</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifD4zKpYdXMGiRkQql5mJBdsGzNFWyjhj8BQW6nHecq56NLA5xT9C-my-ek711G72N3n2OWDvBmOhzBJbK3C98jM0WRnAFEvRxEVfmU-kADzQgfsr9fJdsg8UaAHHeVDN1vl0MsMd2DNLu/s1600-h/2+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifD4zKpYdXMGiRkQql5mJBdsGzNFWyjhj8BQW6nHecq56NLA5xT9C-my-ek711G72N3n2OWDvBmOhzBJbK3C98jM0WRnAFEvRxEVfmU-kADzQgfsr9fJdsg8UaAHHeVDN1vl0MsMd2DNLu/s400/2+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855789878456626" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"></span></span><br /></div></div>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-17300332904116708972008-12-14T01:10:00.001-08:002008-12-14T01:20:01.416-08:00December 13...That's Handy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYCCPHNZqhsdv8hctYv2rEnziSXghiez07W3kyDoSFF4OmI9i9KotaC6ao6KugejbCiEv0NaH97pNifrq-goCiqAmb2tLYcOQpbLJrII7veYx7ZdllgGC4klrBL5nPjVBnA5ir6N5RfXF/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYCCPHNZqhsdv8hctYv2rEnziSXghiez07W3kyDoSFF4OmI9i9KotaC6ao6KugejbCiEv0NaH97pNifrq-goCiqAmb2tLYcOQpbLJrII7veYx7ZdllgGC4klrBL5nPjVBnA5ir6N5RfXF/s400/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279573059618318210" border="0" /></a><br />In light of today's snowstorm, Kate and I went out for a walk with our dog Zoey. I decided to bring along some handwarmers, in case my hands (as they often do) became chilly. And we set out for a lovely walk amongst the snow.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the handwarmers did not warm up. I have only used them once before, while snowboarding, and I could never get them to work. So, after complaining to Kate repeatedly, she took matters in to her own hands. She discovered, upon deeper questioning, that I had no idea how to utilize them. She then proceeded to teach me <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">how to use handwarmers.</span></span> The problem was, I hadn't taken them them out of the outside protective package. Needless to say, I was completely embarassed. But, swallowing my pride, I let her open my bag for me, and my fingers were soon as warm as they could be.<br /><br />Also, on a completely random tangent: <span style="font-weight: bold;">We went inside Guitar Center for the first time.</span> This is definitely worth the title of a new thing, and you probably won't understand why unless you've been there.Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-47190993923767687742008-12-12T23:19:00.000-08:002008-12-12T23:28:46.941-08:00December 12... Netflix Nostalgia (title courtesy of Katelyn)Ever used Netflix? Today I logged on (granted, it was on Pete's account...) and <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">watched a video</span></span> with Melissa, as our last little hurrah as roommates. <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paris, Je T'aime...</span> </span>an amazing collection of short films with locations in different places in France. My most favorite of the films would definitely have to be <span style="font-weight: bold;">Place de fetes</span>, <b>Faubourg Saint-Denis, </b>and<b> Bastille. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sidenote: Really impressed with Netflix. It froze so I had to restart it in another window, and when I did, it started right where we left off. Pretty impressive, neh?</span><br /></b>Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-65032093541964364622008-12-11T21:43:00.000-08:002008-12-11T21:47:30.707-08:00December 11... Fzhoookie!For Hailey's "last fling" in Logan before moving to Salt Lake, <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">we went to a restaurant for only dessert.</span></strong> It was pretty awesome! Even more awesome was Ray's tirade on little children and politics we got to hear the whole way back home. It made my ice cream taste all the sweeter. (Until I finished the whole thing... now I just feel sick.)Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-9865458361529367842008-12-10T23:41:00.000-08:002008-12-11T00:24:51.383-08:00December 10... Grape WraithsI looked to Pete's left. He was there, coming straight towards us, our impending doom. We were about to be caught, by a manager nonetheless! But new things must go on. I looked at Pete, who looked at me, and we picked up the bag nervously. Mumbling something about quality, I plucked a single grape off and plopped it in my mouth. As we scurried off, I contemplated the thought...<br /><br /><br /><br />Like my mom used to do, I had just <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>eaten a grape at the grocery store without paying for it.</strong></span> Whoever said it is stealing hasn't tried it yet.Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787274215452907591.post-62094465583335806422008-12-10T23:39:00.000-08:002008-12-11T00:23:46.102-08:00December 9... TipsyToday <strong>I played the piano in an art gallery on campus.</strong> (It is called the Tippets Gallery.) I played for my vocalist's jury, which was located inside, behind all the paintings. It was such a cool experience- nice piano, echo-ey sound, and professional feel. Very classy indeed.Cortnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15187186638531399462noreply@blogger.com0