<?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-6419816074783796318</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:32:32.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-7518402942613630206</id><published>2010-07-04T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:10:55.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>Well I went to lake powel for the first time this last week. I got a ticket on the way there for turning left illegally...... but other than that it was an awesome adventure!! I wasn't able to take my camera sadly enough so sorry about no pictures. I need to get some pictures on here soon!! We're going swimming tomorrow so i'll be sure to get my camera and take it with us. Things are getting changed around a little bit. My roommate debi is moving out so i'm moving in with tami and two other girls are taking my old room. It's going to be awesome!! I freakin LOVE Tami. She'll probably be the girl in all my pictures when I start posting them. anywho... HAPPY 4th of JULY!!!!!!! I can't wait for school to start in the fall. It can't come any faster. There is a choir at the institute that i'm excited to try out for. Hopefully it will be just as fun as the ogden one!! I miss everyone. Love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-7518402942613630206?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/7518402942613630206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=7518402942613630206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/7518402942613630206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/7518402942613630206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-787339811538650644</id><published>2010-06-11T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:52:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 99</title><content type='html'>So, I'm steeling my friend Andrea's idea..... It's a list of 99 things you are supposed to highligh/bold/italicize the things you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched ameteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. sand a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. had good poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a homerun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen Niagra Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant.... i bought a bumb a sandwich... does that count? ha ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight.... do lake beaches count? ha ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold girl scout cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had the chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-787339811538650644?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/787339811538650644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=787339811538650644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/787339811538650644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/787339811538650644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-99.html' title='My 99'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-5746559428633775009</id><published>2010-06-08T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:08:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So we did alot the past few days. Fri we went camping and i'm retarded and left my sim card for my camera in my computer so I didn't get any pictures..... so we went to a resevoir called Gunlock and slept under the stars.... man it was hot!! It was like 85 degrees the whole night. It was awesome though!!&lt;br /&gt;We got home sat and then decided to go to the grand canyon so we did.... it was way cool!! Once again no pics because i'm retarded. We got home around 6 and decided to go see a movie so the guys bought and we saw the prince of persia one... can't think of the name. It was good. Then we went and got ice cream. Pretty awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Last night for FHE we went to Sand hollow, it's another resevoir. We just went swimming, they had a boat but there were so many people I just swam out to the boi(no idea how to spell that) a few times. The car that I went in decided to go cliff jumping so we went to the other end and jumped off some cliffs.... The highest one I jumped was probably around 40 feet. That was a rush. I jumped from about 25 feet the next few times ha ha we all jumped at the same time once, it was cool to turn and see everyone in the air ha ha. It was great fun. I'm making lot's of friends and there are a lot of cool people down here.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to the LDS services to get some job help. Monday I had a class on my resume so I have a brand new resume and today and tomorrow they are teaching us how to interview and put ourselves out there. I have been applying to about 5 jobs a day so hopefully I will find something soon. That's pretty much what's happend the last few days. I'll try to get more pictures up soon. Love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-5746559428633775009?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/5746559428633775009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=5746559428633775009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5746559428633775009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5746559428633775009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-3919883011290621460</id><published>2010-05-31T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:19:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>Here is an outside picture of the townhouse I live in... that's my car!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASYKyaU08I/AAAAAAAAALU/0YPUUGq4XF0/s1600/House+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477670357887669186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASYKyaU08I/AAAAAAAAALU/0YPUUGq4XF0/s320/House+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my bedroom looking from the window. Debi is sticking her hand out ha ha she's cool. You can see the bathroom outside our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASWBlewKHI/AAAAAAAAALM/jyHZQsA9XhM/s1600/House+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477668000774498418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASWBlewKHI/AAAAAAAAALM/jyHZQsA9XhM/s320/House+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the veiw of our room from the door. You can see that we have two little harry potter closets. The one on the right goes into the room next door, which i have a picture of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASV7Wbr2eI/AAAAAAAAALE/CH2sU0OcNjY/s1600/House+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667893655886306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASV7Wbr2eI/AAAAAAAAALE/CH2sU0OcNjY/s320/House+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the upstairs hallway. The far door is the closet at the top of the stairs, the big door is the laundry room and the mirror close to us, behind that is the main Harry Potter closet to rule all of the Harry Potter closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASV0bRdU8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/pAj18WQ0xOc/s1600/House+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667774696084418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASV0bRdU8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/pAj18WQ0xOc/s320/House+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tami's room. her harry potter closet on the left is the one that connects with our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVs0wJPTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/F7SpJy8R0gY/s1600/House+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667644096724274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVs0wJPTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/F7SpJy8R0gY/s320/House+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closet in the bathroom where we keep all our bathroom needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVmLe0f9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/4FlfxoHcFTU/s1600/House+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667529938993106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVmLe0f9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/4FlfxoHcFTU/s320/House+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of the shower and you can see the closet with all our needs in it on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVfINeRCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MoEUDz68McI/s1600/House+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667408801842210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVfINeRCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MoEUDz68McI/s320/House+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a shot of the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVWtRqP-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZUqC0b3Vcyo/s1600/House+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667264132693986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVWtRqP-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZUqC0b3Vcyo/s320/House+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the main Harry Potter closet. Debi keeps her crap in here and Tami plays her guitar in here ha ha it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVOVJHqzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Fc7lrduDeIs/s1600/House+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667120215468850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVOVJHqzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Fc7lrduDeIs/s320/House+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the laundry room..... small but gets the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVGEqucPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lWWAQux9HYA/s1600/House+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477666978354065650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASVGEqucPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lWWAQux9HYA/s320/House+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the storage closet at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASU95T7jBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8HDFVIsw8vY/s1600/House+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477666837866712082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASU95T7jBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8HDFVIsw8vY/s320/House+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the bathroom downstairs. Down the hall to the right is the garage. There is a room on the left and that is where Tori sleeps. She has the master bedroom with the huge closet and nice jet tub in her room. I would have taken a picture but she was sleepin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASU230oJgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kIrbtiDMX7s/s1600/House+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477666717207897602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASU230oJgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kIrbtiDMX7s/s320/House+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUwHhFsbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4768NOK9cp8/s1600/House+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477666601161830834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUwHhFsbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4768NOK9cp8/s320/House+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dining table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUpA1fSsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-PXqnOXO3uY/s1600/House+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477666479109262018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUpA1fSsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-PXqnOXO3uY/s320/House+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room. Best couch in the world!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUieToXFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zg0SVpwVHIo/s1600/House+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477666366761229394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUieToXFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zg0SVpwVHIo/s320/House+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another living room shot. The couch all goes together like a puzzle and makes a square, it's freakin fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUWrbQMiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fmQT8eaXx3E/s1600/House+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477666164124430882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUWrbQMiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fmQT8eaXx3E/s320/House+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another living room shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUM1y_bxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x_OH1PVIRqk/s1600/House+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477665995109658386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASUM1y_bxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x_OH1PVIRqk/s320/House+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-3919883011290621460?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/3919883011290621460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=3919883011290621460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3919883011290621460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3919883011290621460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/05/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/TASYKyaU08I/AAAAAAAAALU/0YPUUGq4XF0/s72-c/House+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-5554236343689334188</id><published>2010-05-17T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:08:43.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qoutes</title><content type='html'>So I watched the Green Mile on TV the other night. I've seen it before but I seem to still sobb like a child when I watch it. Anyway, as I was watching it there was a qoute that he said that caught my attention; ' I'm tire of being a sparrow alone in the rain." John says this when he's getting ready to be put to death. I thought that it was a touching line.&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished reading the book Phanton and there were a few qoutes in there that I liked. " Regret is a very poisonous emotion, it warps and distorts every aspect of a man's life until there's nothing left but bitterness and despair." and also "Disappointment is such an exhausting emotion- all that energy dissipated first in painful hoping and then in futile, hopless resentment."&lt;br /&gt;Ha these seam kinda dark don't they. Well as it so happens..... I went to church yesterday at my new place and I loved it!!!! I haven't felt that welcome in church for a very long long time. It was awesome and next sunday can't come any sooner. So here are a few good uplifting quotes. "Turn towards the sun and all shadows fall behind you." -Helen Keller "When life get's too hard to stand, kneel."-Elder Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;I'm still job hunting. I called a few of the places that I sent resumes into today and they all say it will be a few weeks before I hear back..... i can't wait that long but I guess i'm going to have to. well, life is grand, life is great, and I can't wait to date... ha ha not really I just needed something to fit... anyway, talk to ya'll later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-5554236343689334188?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/5554236343689334188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=5554236343689334188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5554236343689334188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5554236343689334188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/05/qoutes.html' title='Qoutes'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-3691871854955877184</id><published>2010-05-15T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:57:16.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-9Q7-zM32I/AAAAAAAAAJE/6NY8VDyKsq4/s1600/tucker"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471681063678697314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-9Q7-zM32I/AAAAAAAAAJE/6NY8VDyKsq4/s320/tucker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha so Tori, the owner of the town house has this cute dog that keeps me company all day, I love him. His name is Tucker and this is how he sleeps.... always I have like ten pictures of him like this ha ha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-3691871854955877184?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/3691871854955877184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=3691871854955877184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3691871854955877184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3691871854955877184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/05/tucker.html' title='Tucker'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-9Q7-zM32I/AAAAAAAAAJE/6NY8VDyKsq4/s72-c/tucker' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-87721405018135670</id><published>2010-05-13T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:47:26.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New roomie</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my roomie is totally awesome!! We went to lunch today with her friends and my new friends!! They're totally awesome. Debbie is just great. She's a way good photographer and we're gonna do a shoot pretty soon. i'm excited but nervous cause I hate getting my picture taken but it should be fun. She's way easy to talk to and she's just the epitome of cool. I haven't heard back from any of the jobs that i have applied for yet but i'm parying and hopeing that I get the host job at the hospital. That would be cool. Anyway, i'll keep you upated as soon as something knew happens. Miss and love you all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-87721405018135670?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/87721405018135670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=87721405018135670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/87721405018135670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/87721405018135670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-roomie.html' title='New roomie'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-4099801146741967432</id><published>2010-05-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:51:22.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny St George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I7hoWJc7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1d7xVkPVH9I/s1600/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467998346533237682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I7hoWJc7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1d7xVkPVH9I/s320/190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I7GE8nXEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6FwL1--iej0/s1600/178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467997873174436930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I7GE8nXEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6FwL1--iej0/s320/178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I6325inAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M_wbOiBGABc/s1600/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467997628885277698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I6325inAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M_wbOiBGABc/s320/150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I6cO1IX3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HFP1bCKzOls/s1600/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467997154272894834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I6cO1IX3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HFP1bCKzOls/s320/144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I6QIIRGNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/p6fFph0q3Yg/s1600/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467996946315679954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I6QIIRGNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/p6fFph0q3Yg/s320/143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I5ymlYxFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HyACmy7Z3lc/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467996439094805586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I5ymlYxFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HyACmy7Z3lc/s320/134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467995987517176594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I5YUU4-xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4uCzNXxCCig/s320/119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, So today wasn't too bad. I still kinda sat around all day long but I applied for a few more jobs and I already have a hit back and I have an interview tomorrow!!!! I just realized I haven't posted since last May... That's sad. Anyway... So my friend that helped me move is freaking amazing!!! She helped me so much in so many different and I just wanted to give a shout out to her. Thanks Dresden!!!! Ok I don't have any new pictures so...... i'll post some from an adventure awhile ago.... um here we go. These are some pictures from my cruise that I went on in dec 2009 with some buddies of mine. I apparantly don't know how to post pictures after text but i'll try ha ha so yeah, here are some pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok well i'm having difficulty putting the pictures where I want them to go so i'll just explain here what the pics are of. The island of Catalina is off the coast of Aneheim CA. These were the cars that were on the island. Everyone drove a golf cart, these were the ones that I thought were cool. The coast pics are in Ensinada ( don't know how to spell that) Mexico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok yeah.... I'm getting frustrated.... how the heck do you place the pictures where you want? I click in the post where I want it and then I select add picture and the picture still ends up at the top of the page.... help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6419816074783796318-4099801146741967432?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/4099801146741967432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=4099801146741967432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/4099801146741967432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/4099801146741967432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunny-st-george.html' title='Sunny St George'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-I7hoWJc7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1d7xVkPVH9I/s72-c/190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-9216970230740186824</id><published>2010-05-04T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:58:41.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YellowStone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DCly6549I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OiN4rhZCxVo/s1600/309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583902207566802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DCly6549I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OiN4rhZCxVo/s320/309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DCZ2ZwRrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kkHRloearAA/s1600/293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583696983836338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DCZ2ZwRrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kkHRloearAA/s320/293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DCLa5F-3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/08WtGCFBcf8/s1600/283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583449080920946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DCLa5F-3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/08WtGCFBcf8/s320/283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DBtrGdEzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/csjmztjAyGc/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467582938035852082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DBtrGdEzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/csjmztjAyGc/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DBYa10eAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4ITwQvo8-kI/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467582572893861890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DBYa10eAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4ITwQvo8-kI/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DA4CohwAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yg8WuY2tOiw/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467582016639844354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DA4CohwAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yg8WuY2tOiw/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.... not even 24 hours into my new place and i'm already bored out of my mind. I don't know anyone down here other than my roommates who all have boyfriends. So that leaves me alone, in my room, on the internet. I promised my sis in law that I would blog to keep her up on things so here I go. I went to yellowstone last week so i'm going to post some of my favorite pictures that I took down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first pictures is at... well crap now I can't think of the name..... anyway, it's in yellowstone ha ha. In the next pic is me and my friend Amy. And then there are a few more scenic pics. And that's all i'll do for yellowstone ha ha i'm not in a talking mood right now. so yeah, enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-9216970230740186824?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/9216970230740186824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=9216970230740186824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/9216970230740186824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/9216970230740186824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2010/05/yellowstone.html' title='YellowStone'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X973ZkRFrOs/S-DCly6549I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OiN4rhZCxVo/s72-c/309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-3263744507926416325</id><published>2009-05-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:26:55.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life...</title><content type='html'>So, it's been awhile...Lot's has happened and hasn't happened. First, no new relationship... kinda nice but lonely at the same time. Work has been bad. Hours have been cut therefore less money, therefore late on bills. I'm getting out of the muck but I'm sick of my job and the insecurity so i've applied at multiple places. I need to finish school but don't want to do what i'm doing anymore ha ha so... this is life. Lonely, poor, and not  content with my career aka 2nd house. Oh and I hate living at home. I miss having my own apartment. So in the fall I want to move out again ha ha but I need money... are there any rich, single, goodlooking, honest, funny, and faithful men out there still? Ha ha.... yeah. Well, that concludes my venting session...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-3263744507926416325?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/3263744507926416325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=3263744507926416325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3263744507926416325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3263744507926416325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='life...'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-5431747956855778596</id><published>2009-01-20T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:27:36.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Ok so nothing of great importance has happend today... I just want to stop venting and be HAPPY on here!! I don't want everybody thinking i'm a lost cause ha ha. So I went to school, then work, then the store, then vaccumed my car, then came home, and here I sit. How do people come up with stuff to write on here? ha ha i'm at loss for words. Oh... my other blog is very very far behind.... I'm slacking in the taking pictures department but I will catch up!! Um... my cute nephew and neice are here so I will chat later :) cio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-5431747956855778596?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/5431747956855778596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=5431747956855778596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5431747956855778596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5431747956855778596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-3555752467832897382</id><published>2009-01-10T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:53:03.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>Why on earth would you ignore someone that you cared about for three months unless the obvious answer is the fact that you don't really care about them at all? So, remember the guy from Cedar who I hadn't talked to since mid Oct? The one that talked about marrying me because I was the only constant thing in his life. Well, I got an email from him today.... Saying that he was in Hawaii for a month and that's why he couldn't contact me... ok what about the other two months? I have him on facebook and he gets on almost everyday.... what stopped him from writing me before? Why write now? Why pretend like he cares? Why oh Why do I attract... lack for a better word only because I don't swear... Jerks? Just.... Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-3555752467832897382?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/3555752467832897382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=3555752467832897382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3555752467832897382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/3555752467832897382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2009/01/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-8714663041636769194</id><published>2009-01-03T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:22:28.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation</title><content type='html'>So... I went to dinner with the "letter" kid last night. This is rude, but I only did it cause I want to see if I get another letter. Spending more time with this kid I realized to an even deeper depth that I could never date him. He's still shorter than me, still has no personality, and still has the most annoying laugh known to man. Rude, but you have to be picky in this area ha ha ok so I go pick him up cause I had plans for later on in the evening with a hunk of a man by the name of Dave.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, was at his friends house. As people started coming over, with their wifes and kids, I realized that he was the only one still single in his group of friends.... and it was awkward. But anyway, as I drove him home, he said, "So this is going to be the last time I see you for awhile. I'm going back to school and probably won't visit very often." He then awkwardly leaned sideways(in my car).... and I said, "That's too bad, good luck with school. It was nice meeting you." ha ha... was that rude?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I have a ... meet... tonight that i'm very excited about. I met this kid named Aaron, he sold me my Scion acutally, and he's freakin awesome. He's engaged but his brother just got back from his mission a few months ago and Aaron wants to hook us up. If his brother is half as awesome as he is.... it will be, at the least, a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note.... Last year a couple of my good friends did a 365blog where they took a picture for every day of the year... Steve A then said that he did that so now I want to ... I'm going to be a few days late since it is already the 3rd but i'm going to start a new blog for that. Just ta let ya know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-8714663041636769194?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/8714663041636769194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=8714663041636769194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/8714663041636769194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/8714663041636769194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2009/01/continuation.html' title='Continuation'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-4923283408943039920</id><published>2008-12-21T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:33:16.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>Ok, for some unknown reason to be, I attract the... let's just say 'weirdo's'. Here is my newest dating story...&lt;br /&gt;The week before Thanksgiving I went to a party with my friend from work. It was at her mother's house and it was all of her mother's cousins and what not. So we're playing cards, Pinochle to be specific, and they all decide that I should be hooked up with their sons because i'm alone, depressed, and single. Not really, I just think that's how i'm perceived because of the single factor. I'm acutally quite content with that situation right now. Anywho, so there are two ladies who have sons of my age. One is 24, gratuating from USU with an electrical engineer batchelors and already has a job held for him at HAFB. The second one is 21 and just returning from his mission.&lt;br /&gt;So while we are there playing cards, they call the 24 year old, send him a picture of me, and set up a date for the friday night after thanksgiving. I was fine with this, i'm used to being put on the spot and being lined up with people I never intend on continuing to date. The reason being is this...&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory when it comes to setting people up. A person meets another person who just happens to be single. They then think in their head who they know that is single. They then tell you that they want to set you up with someone. But here's the catch, it's not because they think the two of you will get along. Or that the two of you have a lot in common, no, no, no, it is mearly the fact that the both of you are single. Nothing has to be in common, only the fact that you both are lonley, depressed, and single. Only in Utah are you looked at in this light, if you are over the age of 19 for girls, 21 for boys, and are still single, you are percieved as suicidal. That is how i feel on this subject :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back to the story. We have our date set up, we text in an attempt to get to know one another just a little bit. But texting is NOT the way, people are fake over texts, at least that's what I think. So Thanksgiving day arrives and he asks me to come meet him at his family gathering. I went for some odd reason on my way home from my family dinner. I met his whole family and said hi to the three women I met at the pinochle game. That was a very awkward moment... Meeting his whole family. You only do this if you are engaged so I had a lot of ideas as to what was going through everyones head ha ha... oh man. I was there for about an hour and then left to get to another family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;We went on our date the next day. It was fun in a way but I felt like I was carrying the conversation most of the time. He was really quiet, shorter than me, and many other things. I decided that he would be fun as a friend but nothing more. He obviously was scared or uncomfortable and i'm sure after time, he would come out of his shell but I need a man that can hold his own in any situation. Also, a man taller than me, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;The date ended, he texts me for a bit here and there and then invites me to a family Christmas party. I'm sorry, I had plans, but even if I didn't, once was enough for me. He then continues to text me and asks me this last friday for a date sat night, I once again had plans but offered to hang out another time. Hang out and a date are very different in the light that I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Later friday, I got a letter in the mail which I am now going to write for you to read.... Brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;~Mary:&lt;br /&gt;       By the world's biggest fluke I understand that you know so and so (I won't put names). Whoever introduced him to you, you seriously need to thank them. Since I know both of you, you longer and better, I'm not going to put any stress on you by telling you who I am, not yet anyway. One of the reasons I don't want to reveal myself is because I'm not sure if you two were just a one time thing or you're still in touch. If you're still in touch, take the time to get to know him better and his personality will eventually come out. He's really a top notch kid and I just wanted to let you know that, besides the fact that I thought this was a good thing for both of you. Enough for now, I'll just sit by and quietly find out what, if anything, is going down with you two and if I find out something is happening, I'll be back in touch. Are you intrigued?~&lt;br /&gt;That was it. No return address, no signature, nothing. Who the heck in their right mind would write a letter like that?! If this person knows me like they say they do, they would know that it would drive me nuts to get this!!! Tell me who you are ya punk!! grrrrr!!! I can't tell you how mad I was while reading this. I can't figure out who would write it. I have a few ideas but no one that is stupid enough to do it. I thought maybe he wrote it, got a friend to do it, his mother. I even thought about his high school teacher who is in my parents ward. I have no idea and it bugs me!!! Why does crap like this happen to me so offen!!!!???? Why can't I just attract normal people!!!!???? Why can't I just find someone normal to date. Why!!!!!!??????&lt;br /&gt;Just from reading my blog you've only seen one dating story. Since i'm a slacker when it comes to posting (i'm getting better), you don't know half the crap that i've dated. I will start to post more crappy dating stories so this ranting makes more sense but until then..... HELP?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-4923283408943039920?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/4923283408943039920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=4923283408943039920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/4923283408943039920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/4923283408943039920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-7498895343975445683</id><published>2008-12-19T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:47:28.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Shrek, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt were all having lunch together. &lt;br /&gt;       Shrek said, 'I have always thought that I'm the strongest man in the world,&lt;br /&gt;        but how can I be sure?'&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie agreed. 'I'm told I'm the most gorgeous of them all, but sometimes I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt said, 'I'm pretty sure I'm the sexiest man alive but I've never had it confirmed.'&lt;br /&gt;They all decided that the best way to find out if their beliefs were true was to ask the famed talking 'mirror, mirror on the wall' to confirm for them whether Shrek was the strongest, Angelina Jolie was the most gorgeous and Brad Pitt was the sexiest.  They agreed to meet again the next day for lunch to discuss their findings.&lt;br /&gt;The next day Shrek walked up with a smile. 'Well, true. The mirror told me that I am the strongest man in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt perked up and said: 'And I know for sure that I'm the sexiest man alive.'&lt;br /&gt;But Angelina Jolie lifted her sad, gorgeous face and said..&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck is Mary Harkness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-7498895343975445683?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/7498895343975445683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=7498895343975445683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/7498895343975445683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/7498895343975445683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-5574478236902878692</id><published>2008-12-09T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:24:34.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><content type='html'>So do I not exist? Being good friends and talked about marriage for nearly six years and then you just stop talking to me? How the heck do you justify this? Do guys not have the descensie to at least tell you how they're feeling so you know whether or not to back off? Good Crap!! Ok... now that that is out... i've decided to vent for just a moment and if any of you have any hints or suggestions please, please, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the begining. We met going into 10th grade. He was moving a town which is 5 hours drive away. We kept in touch via email. When he came to visit we would be "a thing". We kissed, hugged, and did whatever high school kids do when they are in like. So we stayed really good friends throughout the years. He goes on his mission, we email nearly every week. He comes home, I go down to visit. He's very stand offish which i understand, he'd only been home for one week. So we talk, I say goodbye, we say our "I love you's" and I drive back home.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to let him be the first one to innitiate convo. Well, two months later and I still haven't heard from him. What the hell!!?? I don't get it. Six years and then nothing? No, "I don't want to be friends anymore."? No, "It's just not what I want in my life right now."? No nothing!! What am I suppossed to do with that? Today I finally just sent him an email saying, "hi, didn't think i was that forgettable but apparantly I am. how's life?"&lt;br /&gt;Should I just forget about him? Should I ask him any specific questions? What about the friendship? Does that mean that I was just a safety blanket all of these years? Am I just his poor man's whoever? I don't get it!! sigh..... ok... I just needed to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-5574478236902878692?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/5574478236902878692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=5574478236902878692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5574478236902878692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/5574478236902878692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2008/12/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419816074783796318.post-6247028830914023449</id><published>2008-04-07T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:51:42.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>So, I was talking to my friends the other night about how I need to start a blog. Well, I like blogs, I have a blog, and I would like to use it...anybody, anybody? ok, that was from the wedding singer, I just modified it a bit. Anyway, we decided that my blog will be on the pathetic dating stories that are my life. Um so this is where I wish I had good comic timing in my writing like my wonderful 'right asset'. But if you're reading this then you'll just have to deal with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;          Where to begin. . . I'm pretty sure that none of these will be in chronological order just to forwarn you. These stories will just be coming as I think of them. So let's start with.... let's call him Frank... cause that is a good generic name.... which also happens to be his ha ha. Ok so when I was right out of high school I was desperate to get married for some odd reason. I don't know, maybe it was the fact that my family was pushing me to get married at 19 like the rest of the girls. So the summer after high school I joined myspace and got in touch with all of my friends but also some new people.&lt;br /&gt;           There was this one guy (Frank) who started writing me. He was handsome and in the army and 26. Mind you, I was only 18 and fresh out of high and being naive was a natural thing for me ha ha. Well, it just so happened that he was living about 5 minutes away from my parents house so I decided to stop by on my way to school one afternoon (school being the ATC). May I just say that pictures are very deceiving for he was not as attractive (to me) as his pictures made him to be.&lt;br /&gt;           Well after meeting that time he texted me..... a lot.... asking me to hang out with him. So I told him we would hang out on one condition, we weren't alone. So he told me to come over to watch a movie and that his roommate would be there with his grilfriend. He comes and picks me up and takes me to his house where his roommate just happened to Not be there. Well, we decided that we were going to watch a movie so he let me pick. Every movie was pirated and either X-rated or above. I personally only watch pg-13 and under so I ended up picking the only movie not rated R, Count of Monte Cristo. A wonderful movie but very long, something I didn't take into account until half way through the movie when I was wishing that I was home in bed.&lt;br /&gt;            So we start the movie and the whole time Frank is laying on my lap, putting his arms on/around me, trying to get me to lay down with him on the couch, and to be honest, just plain annoying. Ten minutes into the movie however, he stands up and asks me if I want a drink. I politely say no and continue to watch the movie. He then gets up about ten minutes later and asks me again for a drink and again, I say no thanks. He got up 8 times during the movie to offer me a drink. Now, I know I was naive but to me, being that persistant, made me think that he was just trying to drug me. Now, call me crazy if you will, but that's what i think.&lt;br /&gt;             We finish the movie and I ask him to take me home but he answers by asking me a question, "Want to see my room?" Once again, being the naive girl I was I said yes and then only thought about the possible outcome as I was walking back to his room. When I arrive, I poke my head in the door, say, "That's nice," and continue to head back to the front door. Personally, I thought that that was smooth ha ha. Ok, so he comes back to the living room after a second and I tell him to please take me home. He then asks for a goodbye hug. I give him a hug and then lean back as he leans in to kiss me. In the few seconds that passed the only thing I could think to do was put my hands up, so I did. He then started to kiss my hands as I told him, "Frank, you're not going to get a kiss so stop trying."In response he says, "Just one kiss, please. Take your wall down and just give me a small kiss." HA!! You wish idot!! I told him probably ten times to stop kissing my hands before I pushed his face out of the way and headed towards the car. I told him I would be waiting in his car.&lt;br /&gt;             I waited for about twenty minutes before he came out to take me home. Thinking back, I should have just walked but I was still laughing to myself at how pathetic he was. He then took me home and asked for another hug, I told him he already had one but I gave him one anyway. In his desperation for a kiss he leaned in again and got my ear instead because i'm that quick, yes, i'm very quick. Anyway, as far as Frank goes, I haven't talked to him since (going on three years and enjoying every minute of it!!). Oh, except he emailed me about a year ago telling me he was back in town. I didn't care to respond.&lt;br /&gt;             And that is my first post.... long.... exciting, ok probably actually boring for you all but hey, it's my life. If you have any inputs on what i could write about that would be great!! See ya'll later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419816074783796318-6247028830914023449?l=harkitsmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/feeds/6247028830914023449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419816074783796318&amp;postID=6247028830914023449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/6247028830914023449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419816074783796318/posts/default/6247028830914023449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harkitsmary.blogspot.com/2008/04/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Living in the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01620901347294461347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/1479938151_2dc810f513_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
