tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38861977986225520612024-02-07T08:37:54.522-08:00Alaura's AdventuresAlaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-33726178175368620262011-03-27T18:52:00.001-07:002011-03-27T19:30:42.431-07:00Bridals!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6C5IeXiQ2EMXa0pw543zLLp0WciCWb822crsk-STWfcRfJKpaunXZ4h4pzfK_yiNaBM-NFgE4lVIM5CSYH4Jk-wXEwB3j1L2Bf-uDUhqz4zcL1V44-XS26XlCHgAgnApsu9Oy7gGBWKf/s1600/CK_49.JPG"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6C5IeXiQ2EMXa0pw543zLLp0WciCWb822crsk-STWfcRfJKpaunXZ4h4pzfK_yiNaBM-NFgE4lVIM5CSYH4Jk-wXEwB3j1L2Bf-uDUhqz4zcL1V44-XS26XlCHgAgnApsu9Oy7gGBWKf/s1600/CK_49.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I got my bridals back from my wonderful photographer, Cassandra Harwell, and thought I'd share them with all of you! </span>A special thanks to my sister Sarah for doing my hair and make up. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVGNU5WOfi2Pht9TN1ms-SGGfoIUQL65NOq28oBk3xGwxSSblFpID2yMsuESEsmolgd3StOj7OYuo0mfe5ORLwAx92z-BB1BAKUe9FBvzhMU8ilVFqsVNAexs7p9lm9wyL6cYzvKh6KSj/s1600/CK_48.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj63z-alvuQswLgJ4zLU-PECnUfs-d5pR5W2gYhAGWxiP-4o3wiOVf1HtpNTGPk1GWDOgMP36o9nuor8FtQ068B42X0fk4y_PDTayL-59H82XEdIc48urfS2VdM2KumzT4J-48o9yt0Kn6/s320/CK_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588948261580871058" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6C5IeXiQ2EMXa0pw543zLLp0WciCWb822crsk-STWfcRfJKpaunXZ4h4pzfK_yiNaBM-NFgE4lVIM5CSYH4Jk-wXEwB3j1L2Bf-uDUhqz4zcL1V44-XS26XlCHgAgnApsu9Oy7gGBWKf/s1600/CK_49.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6C5IeXiQ2EMXa0pw543zLLp0WciCWb822crsk-STWfcRfJKpaunXZ4h4pzfK_yiNaBM-NFgE4lVIM5CSYH4Jk-wXEwB3j1L2Bf-uDUhqz4zcL1V44-XS26XlCHgAgnApsu9Oy7gGBWKf/s320/CK_49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588952045461770354" border="0" /></a>Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-5867324609244907922011-03-15T18:38:00.001-07:002011-03-15T18:42:21.298-07:00He liked it, so he put a ring on it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3R7Y8pNFLOxAJY4ugn8-KLLiexePbC-hJbnbuPLuRSrQb_CB2NjBhyphenhyphenxho4pDRLopgCeYSJoX8r7Dt63YNto8_e8bkOCTMh7AtZk2BZ98n_5ZOMGG1DnmrzbWJHJsnWJBYS1vPppBE4Op/s1600/DSC02978.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3R7Y8pNFLOxAJY4ugn8-KLLiexePbC-hJbnbuPLuRSrQb_CB2NjBhyphenhyphenxho4pDRLopgCeYSJoX8r7Dt63YNto8_e8bkOCTMh7AtZk2BZ98n_5ZOMGG1DnmrzbWJHJsnWJBYS1vPppBE4Op/s320/DSC02978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584487090330475298" border="0" /></a><br />Parker and I have been engaged for three months with one month (tomorrow will be to the day) to go. But we just got the ring last week and I wanted to show it off. My camera was dying, but you only need one picture to see it anyway, right? :)Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-36428306603496712482011-02-10T17:26:00.000-08:002011-02-10T17:37:57.538-08:00Things No One Tells YouI actually meant to say all this on my last post, but forgot. <br /><br />When getting engaged and being prepared to be married, there's a lot no one mentions to you. I don't know if it's because they don't think of it or they don't think it's important, but there were noticeable things I noticed once I became engaged and, from talking to others, everyone has also had these.<br /><br />#1: The night you get engaged, you can't sleep. I'd moved that day. I was tired and worn out, yet I kept lying in bed thinking, "I'm so tired. Go to sleep." This continued until 3 in the morning, then started again at 4. Apparently this is opposite for the men though. Parker said he had a hard time sleeping in anxiety for that moment and then, when it was over, slept like a rock. Him proposing was also a complete surprise for me, so maybe that affected it.<br /><br />#2: Planning a wedding is stressful. As much as you hope it won't be and as much as you think you have planned, it's stressful. Partly because of number three.<br /><br />#3: EVERYONE has an opinion. Even those who tell you to make your own decisions and not listen to other people, will tell you what they think. Sometimes it's a good thing because they're right, and sometimes they're not so you run the risk of offending them because you don't take their advice.<br /><br />#4: Brides get nervous once the realization of an impending marriage sets in. For me, I've prayed about Parker for a long time and knew I'd be happy with him. But it's a big, scary step, full of unexpected stresses and costs and responsibilities. Luckily, a couple days after you start feeling nervous, you realize that you can do it. You can do it together! You do what you have to do to be successful with your family. So then you feel happy and excited all over again.<br /><br />#5: Last one: People will treat you differently. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad. Single people will kind of treat you like you're not one of them anymore, and married people will begin treating you as an equal. It's kinda cool because you feel like you're leveling up in life, but it's sad to, in a way, lose many of the single friends you've had along the way. Maybe they feel weird because you'll be getting married soon, or maybe they're jealous. No one will tell me what it is, but it's definitely there in 80% of people.Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-52731215899920246142011-02-09T15:50:00.000-08:002011-02-09T16:10:35.199-08:00Anxiously Engaged!I have a lot to tell everyone so I'll start from the beginning.<br /><br />In April of 2007 I started dating a guy named Parker. He was awesome. We graduated, I went to college, and he prepared for a mission.<br /><br />Fast forward to December of 2010.<br /><br />I was preparing to go teach English in St. Petersburg (that's in Russia) for spring semester. I was scheduled to leave January 25th so I decided to spend my last month at home with family, friends, and (of course) Parker. I moved home December 16th and he said he wanted to take me on a date.<br /><br />We were planning to get engaged when I got home from Russia, get married in the summer (yes, it would have been a quick engagement) and both go to Utah State in the fall. <br /><br />Back to the date. We were going to go to Temple Square, get something to eat, and go our separate ways; but, things never turn out as you might think.<br /><br />He was late picking me up because his uncle's car had broken down and he also needed to go to Salt Lake so Parker came to get me in his dad's nice car (that's important to the story later) with his uncle in the backseat. We had a great time just chatting until we got to Parker's aunts house to drop off his uncle. Liz is awesome, so we went in to say hi. Upon leaving, Liz told us that Temple Square was probably closed at this time of night (it was around ten). She was right. <br /><br />So, we picked up a hot and ready pizza at Little Caesar's and ate while we drove home. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie at his house, I said yes. When we got to his house he got out and he stood in front of his garage. I got out and threw the box away. <br />He said, "Come here, I want to hug you." <br />I said okay and hugged him, kissed him, and started walking away to go inside. <br />"Come back! I wasn't done hugging you yet!"<br />"Okay," I said as I turned around and went back to him. <br />"You make me so happy."<br />I smiled at him. "Good. That's all I want is to make you happy."<br />He smiled as he released me and said, "I know this isn't how you expected it, but I don't want to wait anymore."<br />He got on one knee and opened a Kay Jewelers box with a simple, white gold, band inside.<br />I stood there shocked for probably two full minutes. This was the last thing I expected. I thought I had at least seven more months!<br /><br />My mind ran a mile a minute, though not really getting anywhere. I knew I was supposed to say something but I couldn't think of any words! Finally I said, "Of course!" and threw myself into his arms again as he stood up, smiling. <br /><br />We hugged for a minute, I got a little choked up, and then he said, "Let's go tell people!"<br /><br />Turns out that a few weeks before this, Parker's dad had told him, "When you propose, you can use my car". So when Parker asked for the keys his dad said, "So it's tonight, huh?" :)<br /><br />We planned to get married July 30th and even had the temple scheduled. Then we crunched some numbers and realized that we could not afford for me to go to Russia. It was one of the hardest decisions I ever made because I'd been looking forward to it for so long. However, I realized that my family (Parker and I) was more important to me then Russia, so if what I needed to do was not go, I would do what I had to. I haven't looked back. I have no regrets on not going.<br /><br />We're now getting married April 16th in the Draper temple and I've never been so happy, excited, or felt more safe and loved than I have for the past two months. <br /><br />I have been truly blessed with an amazing fiancee, a good family, and a fantastic future family of in-laws.<br /><br />Thank you to everyone who has supported us!Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-19442041605242216142010-11-20T11:59:00.000-08:002010-11-23T10:04:35.361-08:00It's so beautifully arranged on the plate - you know someone's fingers have been all over it.- Julia Child<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Twas the night before this one, and in Arnell three<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Not a creature was stirring, except me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzkVicoflBa4ZDnYDDaPX4qNqk1rJnx1T4sAU3Z1ZRVzXXef0H-DtvSuBfs8iaRXg538vwIP2U5PyknF9Zk4YG4CLqfgtv-79fiw2zmJvgOLiWCmu_P-B3RP7NW4PDUUv3BAi8joOagBB/s1600/gourmet%2521+054"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzkVicoflBa4ZDnYDDaPX4qNqk1rJnx1T4sAU3Z1ZRVzXXef0H-DtvSuBfs8iaRXg538vwIP2U5PyknF9Zk4YG4CLqfgtv-79fiw2zmJvgOLiWCmu_P-B3RP7NW4PDUUv3BAi8joOagBB/s320/gourmet%2521+054" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541730267116941746" border="0" /></a>The rosemary in water and sugar did heat<br />So a lovely sorbet we all could eat<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4ZNUXKLv-qwkuRBN9TLDQaoxSyBokKq51222ElbIBunXSPJcu3iNUINCS06Z1Oye4qaa6hDSBVaoR5t-t8SkBdzPx8rfKf609Wknp7bGhE1pNP5x114SvRXo0TGLxpae9ZaAFE5aIQmf/s1600/gourmet%2521+026.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4ZNUXKLv-qwkuRBN9TLDQaoxSyBokKq51222ElbIBunXSPJcu3iNUINCS06Z1Oye4qaa6hDSBVaoR5t-t8SkBdzPx8rfKf609Wknp7bGhE1pNP5x114SvRXo0TGLxpae9ZaAFE5aIQmf/s320/gourmet%2521+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541729028919842290" border="0" /></a>The nuts on the stove did toast<br />So of good food I soon could boast<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-VLx8YlSVXYUkTa7t0_u7AaG9t2fQPPy58ZbNL5EGcSPDT4AjjSzpykldrv0O-uh3uu7cwEtCgOzDPxzEugv9tYSG6BTKudmy_zDAF1Z36N2bpmMKvAKpBqxZYfK288s-gO7sdMW-g0T/s1600/gourmet%2521+027.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-VLx8YlSVXYUkTa7t0_u7AaG9t2fQPPy58ZbNL5EGcSPDT4AjjSzpykldrv0O-uh3uu7cwEtCgOzDPxzEugv9tYSG6BTKudmy_zDAF1Z36N2bpmMKvAKpBqxZYfK288s-gO7sdMW-g0T/s320/gourmet%2521+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541729024865006962" border="0" /></a>A mix of cream and blue cheese<br />To go on grapes for my adorees<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb81E7iIs3MoS8e4pd5aSjtb8mi_-hWOPkEVXEu_fUOLC9OmgI_QBpBDECs1FaJSvw-QfOt_7RleapCL1dWt-QNgHICdv4WngHHCIZxDdHKfSs0bw0D3V7Bu7njWwYzokR3XhhaJzp4U2K/s1600/gourmet%2521+029.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb81E7iIs3MoS8e4pd5aSjtb8mi_-hWOPkEVXEu_fUOLC9OmgI_QBpBDECs1FaJSvw-QfOt_7RleapCL1dWt-QNgHICdv4WngHHCIZxDdHKfSs0bw0D3V7Bu7njWwYzokR3XhhaJzp4U2K/s320/gourmet%2521+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541729007726970338" border="0" /></a>My cheesecake may have been like silk<br />If I'd used condensed instead of evaporated milk<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw67i-Sk3Dr-vPrtGxvZ2HMGdP_Iz-Nz8mHyHF_MR0Xq1w_VWoLl47koH1MJAXMvBPo4sts8vc0ReHMR7BOQD0is_Y6tKma3DeJfK34B1mB6n3brizFjL4A3c9O_w2_WLDyB9JSYCiW1_5/s1600/gourmet%2521+030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw67i-Sk3Dr-vPrtGxvZ2HMGdP_Iz-Nz8mHyHF_MR0Xq1w_VWoLl47koH1MJAXMvBPo4sts8vc0ReHMR7BOQD0is_Y6tKma3DeJfK34B1mB6n3brizFjL4A3c9O_w2_WLDyB9JSYCiW1_5/s320/gourmet%2521+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541729000241332050" border="0" /></a>The nuts were toasted all brown and warm<br />A wondrous meal was beginning to take form<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRbC15ZPgJt-P_iM_IRFZ69LXiGjZemq8hDsdlpvd9U0qQ9HHeEJEfgOQnCMXFBdROzeygWxQgl_Y2pEQhzBVewWt5nEw3sMVxUmwH7UJMwZcllYOwcAOTzDxwghJHUegNDqygbEAk0Dd/s1600/gourmet%2521+033.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRbC15ZPgJt-P_iM_IRFZ69LXiGjZemq8hDsdlpvd9U0qQ9HHeEJEfgOQnCMXFBdROzeygWxQgl_Y2pEQhzBVewWt5nEw3sMVxUmwH7UJMwZcllYOwcAOTzDxwghJHUegNDqygbEAk0Dd/s320/gourmet%2521+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728997630888498" border="0" /></a>The table was set with excitement galore<br />Before my good friends came through the door<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Q8yu7mQZfyckT7_rZRkvFfNaz8Ddedaw9RSBxJcwseeVxhl_FjoJx3DaTKBribU_Kc7G40kigUbxUa8hbHZ5ejK5NtfPINitEJsWcYcB-RAphe4c9dUKFyCR_YK5bKcLugeKVboBOLQO/s1600/gourmet%2521+036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Q8yu7mQZfyckT7_rZRkvFfNaz8Ddedaw9RSBxJcwseeVxhl_FjoJx3DaTKBribU_Kc7G40kigUbxUa8hbHZ5ejK5NtfPINitEJsWcYcB-RAphe4c9dUKFyCR_YK5bKcLugeKVboBOLQO/s320/gourmet%2521+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728534258965058" border="0" /></a>I listened to holiday music with glee<br />As I made melon and cucumber chutney<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQ4PaMPuOMSUOx_KHjV5JZFN5KiFE2pmUtKWsCYXNX2m_-xFxwtxoRTNR5yCczZn94SHiiUAVHg9P36VfIKJBdWdWoQwYlPETaZ0u9ErzBYL-qC7hSoSq9udyFJ364hD-6j4agk9dcNfc/s1600/gourmet%2521+037.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQ4PaMPuOMSUOx_KHjV5JZFN5KiFE2pmUtKWsCYXNX2m_-xFxwtxoRTNR5yCczZn94SHiiUAVHg9P36VfIKJBdWdWoQwYlPETaZ0u9ErzBYL-qC7hSoSq9udyFJ364hD-6j4agk9dcNfc/s320/gourmet%2521+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728527494502994" border="0" /></a>The table finally topped with the appetizer and drinks<br />We all got ready to share some winks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSDsNr5BZmEVOhUbBnbS5D9LpF3IIj0HsRaAnPoK8Ir9YzHabOBvMGQW97-ROzYO_p8eoXb9qrZyEbPEkM_6d073Gnot2v7HHrwdVO4uTgLuYM6tRE-Stlpmlkl9m9TK-JoooB8L794t8/s1600/gourmet%2521+038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSDsNr5BZmEVOhUbBnbS5D9LpF3IIj0HsRaAnPoK8Ir9YzHabOBvMGQW97-ROzYO_p8eoXb9qrZyEbPEkM_6d073Gnot2v7HHrwdVO4uTgLuYM6tRE-Stlpmlkl9m9TK-JoooB8L794t8/s320/gourmet%2521+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728527178717218" border="0" /></a>Grapes rolled in nuts and cheese so blue<br />Unfortunately didn't impress the crew<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7reNQyJsdri_RMtXke2m0Kb4bg69ctccQ8sH_xiMgOt-i65S_BT-CJz05WvsIc8VHOWA6OR12YNtdPyj6ASM2zx0mdgVsT-xlY3hBOMaJGcck6x6VTEDsfVN4WQlRFiwAwbMNUV1geBo/s1600/gourmet%2521+039.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7reNQyJsdri_RMtXke2m0Kb4bg69ctccQ8sH_xiMgOt-i65S_BT-CJz05WvsIc8VHOWA6OR12YNtdPyj6ASM2zx0mdgVsT-xlY3hBOMaJGcck6x6VTEDsfVN4WQlRFiwAwbMNUV1geBo/s320/gourmet%2521+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728518326535762" border="0" /></a>Next up was a salad Caprese<br />A salad with Pesto, we think it's from Greece<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDpGKbpmNPsOrQ5KFG3d1HrwvUX6freOIYqIx4xbWDb_a4D_QhlRbq-bbfglXx7Gka4QD1E_O9PWyzv1gxpeYfJWOhyphenhyphenHLVL-a0HhJlt3SJAw2nhhjQyTNpgwZuDAWEaylMrzuTT_cjgcv/s1600/gourmet%2521+040.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDpGKbpmNPsOrQ5KFG3d1HrwvUX6freOIYqIx4xbWDb_a4D_QhlRbq-bbfglXx7Gka4QD1E_O9PWyzv1gxpeYfJWOhyphenhyphenHLVL-a0HhJlt3SJAw2nhhjQyTNpgwZuDAWEaylMrzuTT_cjgcv/s320/gourmet%2521+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728507740054818" border="0" /></a>The dinner my friends did seem to enjoy<br />While I did my best not to annoy (forced rhyme,sorry)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLPSEMD_qq1a86rjpisdKfpTE29EUHiNcYcE_MjqAfpIODp30lglSthaBxYcIvjt33-7cMd4TihM4Z40CDJccRFMoJa1nYCl-DIrgNzwshxTjtotiGytH8fLnGafmvXXwHlMNzbO4RFhD/s1600/gourmet%2521+042.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLPSEMD_qq1a86rjpisdKfpTE29EUHiNcYcE_MjqAfpIODp30lglSthaBxYcIvjt33-7cMd4TihM4Z40CDJccRFMoJa1nYCl-DIrgNzwshxTjtotiGytH8fLnGafmvXXwHlMNzbO4RFhD/s320/gourmet%2521+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728054295290418" border="0" /></a>Heidi and April smiled at the dish<br />Another course was their only wish<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2y6WypPhFXZMi9tQwX-BpXFP06ydh4xvaXvKxYp4eROaYQX42574FKtZlcWASXnZoDVOKPKLwLFkZzNlpY6c1viKGqZHdalg2ChbhYmrxgamDUqsQVxaieQloDLirqA6d8IfZvI7Nob0S/s1600/gourmet%2521+043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2y6WypPhFXZMi9tQwX-BpXFP06ydh4xvaXvKxYp4eROaYQX42574FKtZlcWASXnZoDVOKPKLwLFkZzNlpY6c1viKGqZHdalg2ChbhYmrxgamDUqsQVxaieQloDLirqA6d8IfZvI7Nob0S/s320/gourmet%2521+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728043575571090" border="0" /></a>On to our lemon rosemary sorbet<br />That cleansed our palate, chasing other tastes away<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5cKzytPpJIxRU893rn8T3y0xx0q4Te0kAUbU1wvzrVVkiQpaEbhkRXjgIWN1dCkHSV7wPfDy6tNWuNT6UnDYCJK2vTtsK3WnCoujzeclLlIPCoCUZWuSx5-FalF2GK2vNkZpDmSPLB7l/s1600/gourmet%2521+044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5cKzytPpJIxRU893rn8T3y0xx0q4Te0kAUbU1wvzrVVkiQpaEbhkRXjgIWN1dCkHSV7wPfDy6tNWuNT6UnDYCJK2vTtsK3WnCoujzeclLlIPCoCUZWuSx5-FalF2GK2vNkZpDmSPLB7l/s320/gourmet%2521+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728039436750962" border="0" /></a>Then came the chutney with lime-curry steak<br />That took only half an hour to make<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBjsvif1M8BT5TDR8tpzXr4w163vMnOuUrXCYBVYCrrPUR1bDFjhGvrwi9lIJumiOW9fE33dcv8BHHxFxp9UWtU5VHw0AMKDgkZ6qWYK8GBU6bY3TmP_Xj7t-83HTkIcoDHQcuGoLrEln/s1600/gourmet%2521+060.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBjsvif1M8BT5TDR8tpzXr4w163vMnOuUrXCYBVYCrrPUR1bDFjhGvrwi9lIJumiOW9fE33dcv8BHHxFxp9UWtU5VHw0AMKDgkZ6qWYK8GBU6bY3TmP_Xj7t-83HTkIcoDHQcuGoLrEln/s320/gourmet%2521+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541753886703550002" border="0" /></a>The brownie was made as the back up dessert<br />And a little chocolate garnish didn't hurt<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5ZOFJJT5f4VhyQ4uumILKxYmMcDoprnvl1mdhRcSy33gvr_gy0KMgKKvtXLNcpSqV18OnQQ-xGVdu9KH6NTsWqNt2e06OcC6yaqj5VrYEZsJIZJnYd5B0zSW2Ty48EHrFoWPqBl6moBU/s1600/gourmet%2521+061.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5ZOFJJT5f4VhyQ4uumILKxYmMcDoprnvl1mdhRcSy33gvr_gy0KMgKKvtXLNcpSqV18OnQQ-xGVdu9KH6NTsWqNt2e06OcC6yaqj5VrYEZsJIZJnYd5B0zSW2Ty48EHrFoWPqBl6moBU/s320/gourmet%2521+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541753887856356626" border="0" /></a>After the big dinner was complete<br />Heidi and Ashley did dishes cuz they're so sweet!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzFTwCZMT22V_kJ5i5G3jDsmwo9JArlM0nop5CiZPYpfcfB9sxhCwWGuTCTRkSRUk0iCTiWUnJA_BEa7zyhgsuLx3gcaibtYesfgEZyn1IcOj40Shb4Dr1qEZlH509VsDiMVw67zVqgZB/s1600/gourmet%2521+052.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzFTwCZMT22V_kJ5i5G3jDsmwo9JArlM0nop5CiZPYpfcfB9sxhCwWGuTCTRkSRUk0iCTiWUnJA_BEa7zyhgsuLx3gcaibtYesfgEZyn1IcOj40Shb4Dr1qEZlH509VsDiMVw67zVqgZB/s320/gourmet%2521+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541727594125696882" border="0" /></a>I went to my room, and laid on my floor<br />While my eyes drooped and my feet grew sore<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpc0JXo7RDPiU9Oy7yduzcVqshCgAGgfNWQFxnDpMvzOWkJWHe7SIN7RURtRLioK5zHpmuagHPnC-zxgXaH3vkxeA3wWOMJWpwofZlHdyfRU1uk0MLavWa1UTEEtv6b3Lk45F271poSww/s1600/gourmet%2521+053.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpc0JXo7RDPiU9Oy7yduzcVqshCgAGgfNWQFxnDpMvzOWkJWHe7SIN7RURtRLioK5zHpmuagHPnC-zxgXaH3vkxeA3wWOMJWpwofZlHdyfRU1uk0MLavWa1UTEEtv6b3Lk45F271poSww/s320/gourmet%2521+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541727584009486802" border="0" /></a>But as a deep sleep I did fight<br />I managed to say "Have a good night!"<br /><br /></div>Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-61725659011898753382010-10-28T12:44:00.000-07:002010-10-28T15:16:57.638-07:00Halloween Special #2- Movie VillainsWhat movie would be complete without some sort of villain? However, in some movies they outdo themselves. Here I have picked the Top 20 Movie Villains that scare me the most. Because Disney is, to me, it's own category, none of their characters we'll be included in this list. We'll start will Number 20.<br /><br />20: Rothbart. I said I wasn't including Disney characters, but he's a NEST one so it's okay. Not only does this man use the black arts but he also has some of the most awesome facial expressions ever drawn on a cartoon character.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaY2oxwCWPaONcxVb_L_6cS65u58uyUj3c3-4P0jzvFF4nv3GhZhxU7YDhpfh4dzxgn9VkYC6dS3fQc02pSOMyQDlVDwpWWy3fw4xwEJbZzf94n_Cn3HdTFyvJk7ocIw9t1kLaTxXESps/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaY2oxwCWPaONcxVb_L_6cS65u58uyUj3c3-4P0jzvFF4nv3GhZhxU7YDhpfh4dzxgn9VkYC6dS3fQc02pSOMyQDlVDwpWWy3fw4xwEJbZzf94n_Cn3HdTFyvJk7ocIw9t1kLaTxXESps/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203646972441810" border="0" /></a><br />19: Fernand Mondego from Count of Monte Cristo. He's not particularly scary looking, but he does hold his best friend's life and future in his hands and uses it to get gain and destroy the best friend. We've all dealt with out own variation of Fernand and can therefore see first-hand how scary these types of villains really are.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgRNzFQnrhh9b7Ef-4WQQnhsTiX1mfwZKaeHuo7Cn3GYfrhjh5w_sj1KwfRckwJ5NKrPhFhnP7Sse94X_6bH-kFEUoVy5coyKzYJ19klqT_dr9tt5tJc-6qEofJzOstOxAFCsQ4SrOh2B/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgRNzFQnrhh9b7Ef-4WQQnhsTiX1mfwZKaeHuo7Cn3GYfrhjh5w_sj1KwfRckwJ5NKrPhFhnP7Sse94X_6bH-kFEUoVy5coyKzYJ19klqT_dr9tt5tJc-6qEofJzOstOxAFCsQ4SrOh2B/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203642260543426" border="0" /></a><br />18: The Duke. From Moulin Rouge, this man pulls "creepy" off to a T. He sees women (especially Satine) as property and almost rapes her in one scene. Very creepy. Very evil. I'm scared of him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3fkjGfxXdiN6mXudDF5_5HZUH6NCw_MQNkqjBvEJZ6OA0B8ZUeHc-rZJM3F-_BsYCgwvK-0PM3bG7Fhf0R5LBb4qA2UhdK4XpZzrpPKkLPtbJ5m9Bnnm3Gf2i9wsXfVjadcKfrm-Afzw/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3fkjGfxXdiN6mXudDF5_5HZUH6NCw_MQNkqjBvEJZ6OA0B8ZUeHc-rZJM3F-_BsYCgwvK-0PM3bG7Fhf0R5LBb4qA2UhdK4XpZzrpPKkLPtbJ5m9Bnnm3Gf2i9wsXfVjadcKfrm-Afzw/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203632741100050" border="0" /></a><br />17: Rasputin. This is also not a Disney character. Just so you know. However, he scares me so much that even if he had been I still might have put him on. Fox did such a good job of making him look like the real Rasputin that the more I find out about the real one the more this one freaks me out. Not to mention he has the best villain song ever written.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaebPgIT5lVprog_WxQYKdjqFLeYX9l56X0LNpJP9TuZUFbQk5wbf3XQV6aEIgzXTmdcQiQNpNsm9lny9hVvAL1nvakylM5LgTd868oMljWVLeCS2XOXm7OvFlkrRg0Ry0WxMZoheIedFm/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaebPgIT5lVprog_WxQYKdjqFLeYX9l56X0LNpJP9TuZUFbQk5wbf3XQV6aEIgzXTmdcQiQNpNsm9lny9hVvAL1nvakylM5LgTd868oMljWVLeCS2XOXm7OvFlkrRg0Ry0WxMZoheIedFm/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203632795571874" border="0" /></a><br />16: Sheriff of Nottingham. This is one of my most hated villains and one of the only reasons why is that I love Robin Hood so much that, in my mind, anyone who hurts him deserves to be beaten. He's also creepy looking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OQ7fgiLA3Prg3hxLy3OR0_NLohKsEmSGlGmDug7tI9Nb3X7z8HpWbvcXNyboSxfU3bcJOMtsr2q4ArsdyYemqNXO7jPjeRsJvD9rsCVSJSt6a0NcweMbXjs3G3x1tRmaOvDTlUqZvZOA/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OQ7fgiLA3Prg3hxLy3OR0_NLohKsEmSGlGmDug7tI9Nb3X7z8HpWbvcXNyboSxfU3bcJOMtsr2q4ArsdyYemqNXO7jPjeRsJvD9rsCVSJSt6a0NcweMbXjs3G3x1tRmaOvDTlUqZvZOA/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203631078979778" border="0" /></a><br />15: Jabba the Hutt. He's big, slimy, has abnormally short arms, and makes Leia wear practically nothing. Gross times 10. He makes me tingle from disgust. Also his tongue is nasty.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz7mdl__fN70g8aPXwGxgL4UYKcCg0O6DSWyDGOIyBhRacN6VrkGWfy2T9-if_n3MMZUccc8iaS1wcA0Fmp8bmD3E4OVxGlUxlS0TKL083qLOBVfR8cp8_wRJ5gQhAz2fNqwMlmDo1KW0/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz7mdl__fN70g8aPXwGxgL4UYKcCg0O6DSWyDGOIyBhRacN6VrkGWfy2T9-if_n3MMZUccc8iaS1wcA0Fmp8bmD3E4OVxGlUxlS0TKL083qLOBVfR8cp8_wRJ5gQhAz2fNqwMlmDo1KW0/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203447085320882" border="0" /></a><br />14: Norman Bates from Psycho. He is so attractive at the beginning of the movie, but as it goes on you realize he's... well... psycho. One of Alfred Hitchock's most famous and one of my personal favorites. It will turn you off to showers for a little while though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjn8FxsX7rWN2DsTN2-b9ZJA71bd_Uw6-a03aJSlobkHJhTOMk162RRuvhWnsRScu4ObHggZaxnIC9ppILgJ-wK0kYlFSgDFClK8MidPWrqeEZ9CORu9PfpGlEDbg1yIxyYZLbJnH5J62/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjn8FxsX7rWN2DsTN2-b9ZJA71bd_Uw6-a03aJSlobkHJhTOMk162RRuvhWnsRScu4ObHggZaxnIC9ppILgJ-wK0kYlFSgDFClK8MidPWrqeEZ9CORu9PfpGlEDbg1yIxyYZLbJnH5J62/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203076866704450" border="0" /></a>13: <a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0141448/"></a>Camerlengo Patrick McKenna from Angels & Demons. He looks like a good guy, he acts like a good guy, but he is a very bad guy. That's one of the reasons he creeps me out the most is because you want him so badly to be good. He murders innocent priests in torturous ways and shows no regret, except regret for being caught. I also hate this character because Ewan McGregor is one of my favorite actors so I was very mad when I realized he wasn't the one I was rooting for.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqOinQD3rUjfx_J-826LcZ6a7DTOo-y-0h6V7mGAUtWpJbmO94_QBwBQ0KCN7ZKJPWzmQXvqnJAq3d7dAzO5oWERMDol3-ecOZUIqf_YUEMksclxQ2UgVYyqzeLltja1dRQc9bs3efSr0/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqOinQD3rUjfx_J-826LcZ6a7DTOo-y-0h6V7mGAUtWpJbmO94_QBwBQ0KCN7ZKJPWzmQXvqnJAq3d7dAzO5oWERMDol3-ecOZUIqf_YUEMksclxQ2UgVYyqzeLltja1dRQc9bs3efSr0/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203073036464066" border="0" /></a>12: Saruman the White. This is one bad old dude. Not only that-- he beats up on other old dudes! Even now I sometimes have to close my eyes when he's throwing Gandalf around the room. He's another one of those "you think he's good but he's really bad" guys. And they usually turn out to be the worst kinds of evil.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJRIqGVrSghP5f69CpO5jm1m5NB33wVOCATXEACGhQMm3jLZb653jhovbs0r2xEjFcuAVTQj2UHmn4d5RG8lZEt5lKm_s3miT9Nt3RPiNFPDeaEDcAlPw4Oigmlw_zR72d7pkWKrhLs6F/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJRIqGVrSghP5f69CpO5jm1m5NB33wVOCATXEACGhQMm3jLZb653jhovbs0r2xEjFcuAVTQj2UHmn4d5RG8lZEt5lKm_s3miT9Nt3RPiNFPDeaEDcAlPw4Oigmlw_zR72d7pkWKrhLs6F/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203063408806354" border="0" /></a><br />11: Queen Bavmorda from Willow. Her entire life is set around finding and killing an innocent baby. That gives you villain points right there. But she adds to it by turning an entire army into pigs, using witchcraft in sacrifice, cutting herself (for part of the sacrifice), slapping people (including her own daughter), and imprisoning every pregnant woman in the kingdom before Elora is born. And they're not kept in very nice conditions either.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5KlLsRkhtps0vxZgmccVK9kU5fRHPLsKwJ-KNCP8ITicCYmbbuVuMp6zplJ2IURRc3tdGIq2fBduv0DHcJrs3YByiZ73XwghiB8fkeS425ZHko46woUQyJafKsgy3F9qb9T584PDHXOT/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5KlLsRkhtps0vxZgmccVK9kU5fRHPLsKwJ-KNCP8ITicCYmbbuVuMp6zplJ2IURRc3tdGIq2fBduv0DHcJrs3YByiZ73XwghiB8fkeS425ZHko46woUQyJafKsgy3F9qb9T584PDHXOT/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533213644835100098" border="0" /></a><br />10: Annie Wilkes from Misery. I have never personally seen this movie, but what I read about it makes it sound pretty crazy. I have her so high because she doesn't kill. She tortures. Out of love. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUp_UYKOQm2atNb5HWiqcc3SnubBm4M47bI9cYXZ9-8q8WwiqMAIiNH1Kz_FA2qU49eeH8FjgN82yhcYeYc7Mc4AHgU6lU9VkOIeQ3y_WMXm7IM2tJpbl6N3Z7sZE-f5TJkIO9MrPI9cO/s1600/11.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUp4yQffa77w4zZe9-Hu5anqPC7ilY7XL6Xm3kUnvm37wf8zhzT9mr-ktI7YuhGdnnBeNmj36fAACWbIGiZoZp5i7yzJAx8xBUgRBlVgAtSjVNqhdzhkz-Ce7aWvz9xsdV4PObPxfJB6R/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUp4yQffa77w4zZe9-Hu5anqPC7ilY7XL6Xm3kUnvm37wf8zhzT9mr-ktI7YuhGdnnBeNmj36fAACWbIGiZoZp5i7yzJAx8xBUgRBlVgAtSjVNqhdzhkz-Ce7aWvz9xsdV4PObPxfJB6R/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203055491227858" border="0" /></a><br />9: Lex Luthor. This selection is like my sheriff of Nottingham choice. I chose him because he's so cruel to my favorite superhero Superman. That's not okay. He's highly intelligent and wealthy yet just uses it all to get more. He's ungrateful and evil.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1P8i0Asixp_8g6Jha4-01w5ehyBU9c_eHFI_F04w4tjVEqJ2OVpPKm-zGSTA6cLB9WK1XRNqqanDhoLIo4YBm8XjZv5sDQ6H0jMAt3I1e3ZltNIbpcIsb8J-jkQJhc4-vjDFPvhPyaQa8/s1600/9.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1P8i0Asixp_8g6Jha4-01w5ehyBU9c_eHFI_F04w4tjVEqJ2OVpPKm-zGSTA6cLB9WK1XRNqqanDhoLIo4YBm8XjZv5sDQ6H0jMAt3I1e3ZltNIbpcIsb8J-jkQJhc4-vjDFPvhPyaQa8/s320/9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202348424353586" border="0" /></a><br />8: Commodus from Gladiator. He makes free men slaves, has them fight to the death, and kills Maximus' family in cold-blood. To make matters worse, he deceives Maximus and tries to make is own sister sleep with him. Just talking about it is making me upset.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWnsQu1nFnunq5_t8m-24hKikmR-rpHa3RG0PMGxvkfLU4-0TQf-eqEEzCeToXzxzeV41OErcKsm8izub4MLfFEEeEOe1TCoJWL3x_LR2BfI-6TDFNIT1JH5UlcaXAO4P_RR20aMss5jk4/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWnsQu1nFnunq5_t8m-24hKikmR-rpHa3RG0PMGxvkfLU4-0TQf-eqEEzCeToXzxzeV41OErcKsm8izub4MLfFEEeEOe1TCoJWL3x_LR2BfI-6TDFNIT1JH5UlcaXAO4P_RR20aMss5jk4/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202339754152082" border="0" /></a>7: Jame Gumb from Silence of the Lambs. Again, I've never seen it; but in researching this blog I felt I should include him. He captures and kills women to use their skins to build a "woman suit" for himself because he wants to be a woman but doesn't qualify for the surgery. The thought of wearing someone else's skin is enough to make me want to vomit. But not quite as much as the next one....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRPoBnmFXIjGW4RC-qqr0EWZtzJQChvuy15sghiKkYW2mzpm3XGyGQQ9Xr5SkSTW7iJzSliO7PdkHc2VjuxMT1-4dHSx_X84NFPTt3gKr8pxnqcHkbXQMK_etYFVjmKyRC3wMUoV0g-4B/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRPoBnmFXIjGW4RC-qqr0EWZtzJQChvuy15sghiKkYW2mzpm3XGyGQQ9Xr5SkSTW7iJzSliO7PdkHc2VjuxMT1-4dHSx_X84NFPTt3gKr8pxnqcHkbXQMK_etYFVjmKyRC3wMUoV0g-4B/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202336149607426" border="0" /></a><br />6: Hannibal Lecter, also from Silence of the Lambs. He eats his victims. The end.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KA1P9LnixjyaKi2a5gnZK28sqsXCjv5em6Xe97wvj4lKcfq6nuNilzlZ2RLTg_cqqYOsO3kMFi2g1TQSIfysrIApeJ6Yu-nqSu6rd4LTOvG-HA3gWYJ1a-XIMPdEYLfZbJJRtJmg9gb4/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KA1P9LnixjyaKi2a5gnZK28sqsXCjv5em6Xe97wvj4lKcfq6nuNilzlZ2RLTg_cqqYOsO3kMFi2g1TQSIfysrIApeJ6Yu-nqSu6rd4LTOvG-HA3gWYJ1a-XIMPdEYLfZbJJRtJmg9gb4/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202329481859874" border="0" /></a>5: Freddy Krueger from Nighmare on Elm Street. I have seen this one. Couldn't sleep for two days. He kills you in your sleep through your dreams in vicious ways. He's also one of the scariest looking movie characters I've ever seen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfJWHjKOhmRbYlilYZHVCh-HfHpcpqRlajBsP1hiqB5rnvjjGT_W6uL0SolbJgdkZi30uGhdTTHgaTVx2C3-NxthfKkxvCQ7O7bqgk9Z9OTqlJhzCvB8wKDezu5oOBljiObW6r6E7mxYy/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfJWHjKOhmRbYlilYZHVCh-HfHpcpqRlajBsP1hiqB5rnvjjGT_W6uL0SolbJgdkZi30uGhdTTHgaTVx2C3-NxthfKkxvCQ7O7bqgk9Z9OTqlJhzCvB8wKDezu5oOBljiObW6r6E7mxYy/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202326782729282" border="0" /></a>4: Lord Voldemort. Not only does he divide his soul but he obsesses over one person for an entire lifetime and won't leave him alone. Not to mention all the evil things he did while he was still a normal human. He kills and tortures innocents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDI-KUh8fbgQrCPhg-zTodzwoMMSTP5-dIlhV_cVHb4xXeodmZ9A4cfg6eJJWj-Z0cVv46ozHDQuXnBRVR9y4zLFJmlDahUumh1tnG0rvc6SpKtxO_j8gRc2z-GoDCo7geuFR5isfOY-F/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDI-KUh8fbgQrCPhg-zTodzwoMMSTP5-dIlhV_cVHb4xXeodmZ9A4cfg6eJJWj-Z0cVv46ozHDQuXnBRVR9y4zLFJmlDahUumh1tnG0rvc6SpKtxO_j8gRc2z-GoDCo7geuFR5isfOY-F/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533201996594207202" border="0" /></a>3: The Joker from Dark Knight. Besides constantly lying about how he got his scars, he kills and tortures with no remorse. He knows the follies of man and extorts them to his advantage. He doesn't care about money or fame or power. He just wants to kill because he enjoys it. He laughs at it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbwMwMWgO51kXY-qCwQnlJ1c9Rp-GoUNMXcex78sJQs8ttlT2u-YT_Txd2Lhte_tLXsbHBZZpP3oAaAagwGp4B9H47toDqL3rh0BCJ-Tsb3W793zbtEm9EUzr-Z6rU7Wm4HoBpHrVkQYP/s1600/3.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbwMwMWgO51kXY-qCwQnlJ1c9Rp-GoUNMXcex78sJQs8ttlT2u-YT_Txd2Lhte_tLXsbHBZZpP3oAaAagwGp4B9H47toDqL3rh0BCJ-Tsb3W793zbtEm9EUzr-Z6rU7Wm4HoBpHrVkQYP/s320/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533201990878355938" border="0" /></a>2: Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men. He's another Joker character who kills for enjoyment. He moves in a creepier manner than the Joker and doesn't make jokes so there's no light to his character. He's pure evil.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DAgBTNXBnx_8r_4KseCFcwW_x8sNValnrFDbsblfcwaCuHr2KJW2vYWhiXFgtBVw3Ptz8Xe1CugGEOMzOQe65REHJl8lsdBjejaw_jx5Ps2OkpdTB-HAintX3ejRrCEqQY76WzftG7Y_/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DAgBTNXBnx_8r_4KseCFcwW_x8sNValnrFDbsblfcwaCuHr2KJW2vYWhiXFgtBVw3Ptz8Xe1CugGEOMzOQe65REHJl8lsdBjejaw_jx5Ps2OkpdTB-HAintX3ejRrCEqQY76WzftG7Y_/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533201978929719042" border="0" /></a><br />And for number 1 we have a tie!! The first we'll discuss is Darth Vader.<br />First 1: Darth Vader. He can choke you from across the room for any reason and has no regret in doing that or even destroying a whole planet. He's also extremely intelligent and vile. The newer movies give his character more depth which makes it even more heartbreaking when he turns to the dark side. He hurts his wife, betrays his master, and kills younglings. He's also the more famous of the villains in the Star Wars saga. My roommates think he should be my number one. I disagree. I tied him only because we couldn't come to a consensus. He redeems himself in the end, so I think my next choice is the more appropriate for the number one spot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIOw2h22CnER_QCUtD78lkEcq_ZkUGjRhYNsDQcioAT1XVNKZRyBorrTMQQvtcX50J7HR4I0g3dPGOB3fuQaShTcB_aX2K1ENHazWL-t2SwQXJgtwjNIdFmFYdjSW4fqfvW1lCPbpO7on/s1600/1a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIOw2h22CnER_QCUtD78lkEcq_ZkUGjRhYNsDQcioAT1XVNKZRyBorrTMQQvtcX50J7HR4I0g3dPGOB3fuQaShTcB_aX2K1ENHazWL-t2SwQXJgtwjNIdFmFYdjSW4fqfvW1lCPbpO7on/s320/1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533201977281802034" border="0" /></a>Second 1: Darth Sidious. Darth Vader may have done a lot of evil things, but only because this man made him. He turned him to the dark side, used him as a weapon of evil, and destroyed his soul. To me, this makes his much worse. Not only that but he turns a republic into a dictatorship, deceives even the best of men (jedis) and kills Mace Windu in one of the most painful and dishonorable ways I can think of for a jedi. He's vicious and altogether pure evil with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. To me, he is the worst of the worst.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1YH-81DyjupE3S3HYw6prqh0W_WN0gGERE3oow5yvoO2kNwlBASsPxvteINvYa6Z0n8wUKVVM0AwVExhb3fYBZaMksDzEwgem3Kvx5evFTefSjGP9aoHSW5wuZdKwvEJ8aVANJ6lqTxK/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1YH-81DyjupE3S3HYw6prqh0W_WN0gGERE3oow5yvoO2kNwlBASsPxvteINvYa6Z0n8wUKVVM0AwVExhb3fYBZaMksDzEwgem3Kvx5evFTefSjGP9aoHSW5wuZdKwvEJ8aVANJ6lqTxK/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533201969533343570" border="0" /></a>If you disagree with any of my choices of have more to add, feel free to comment! I'd love to know what you think.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawyR8kU5FZMiDWRmrWP9_vAg4OybymqIpQSgLbiS7AUtVM5pLBMDg3YR24nZgsoWwCC3zsVAXjH92RxSswL-jzyPkIJs33hKgrkUUKwzp7u0fvVsY193pItHeG0APS5YwtGDtsqjL8QYj/s1600/20.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1lorzopxm-Q8ACUDgcVtm8_uH3SZuR69z4uovIpp-dMAznFysWMAYHzaA0QuQl_2QuUEtmRRTxVoTYruUw8_Bs1PoZSdVjNlGfhFRK9-hHmSALH8G24rk5QAFlpUEZQtAYelkuBcegQc/s1600/1.jpg"><br /></a>Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-15679043206540305072010-10-27T17:38:00.000-07:002010-10-27T18:03:38.642-07:00Halloween Special #1- CostumesThis first one is a couple's one. It's a pretty standard one but here's what could be fun about it: Go around the party you're at and stand behind different people. The one wearing the angel costume go to the right side of the person and tell them good things to do, the devil does the opposite on the left. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://candyapplecostumes.com/images/angel_devil.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 253px;" src="http://candyapplecostumes.com/images/angel_devil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I don't know where to get this one, but I thought it was pretty funny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.businessinsider.com/image/4c7fc7907f8b9a4d56cd0600/antoine-dodson-bed-intruder-song.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/recession_halloween_costume_t_shirt_funny_shirt-p235888808608532131ofug_400.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/recession_halloween_costume_t_shirt_funny_shirt-p235888808608532131ofug_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This one feels like a mix between "A Christmas Story" and, obviously, a magic trick.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/2/2/6/1/5/ar125536874051622.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 672px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/2/2/6/1/5/ar125536874051622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Luckily, even my generation still remembers these guys, so it's a joke that won't be lost on people of any age.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coolest-homemade-costumes.shippony.com/images/characters/pacman/creative-halloween-costume-idea-02.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://coolest-homemade-costumes.shippony.com/images/characters/pacman/creative-halloween-costume-idea-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />OK, so I know that this is in Russian, but for a group costume it's pretty clever.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eliciabuzz.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/legopeople.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://groovyvegetarian.com/files/2008/10/ramen-noodles-halloween-costume.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://groovyvegetarian.com/files/2008/10/ramen-noodles-halloween-costume.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Get ready for awesomeness. If you have a dog PLEASE do this one, though I have no idea how to do it. And the great thing about being a muggle is you can still carry a wand! At least for Halloween.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOndgFyS2p9h4lAw8lGkkcgVQh-JaY_4uFLIrP-gZWfmhrqm6CEDZ-LSjjGsGzHVM_wAOAP9HDY4pOoFz1K6jObGGIeGztpk3AaUFUiKiaUjPvp5SgS3k50DKoWy9BGWoTTN5rufBJZI/s400/3+headed+dog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOndgFyS2p9h4lAw8lGkkcgVQh-JaY_4uFLIrP-gZWfmhrqm6CEDZ-LSjjGsGzHVM_wAOAP9HDY4pOoFz1K6jObGGIeGztpk3AaUFUiKiaUjPvp5SgS3k50DKoWy9BGWoTTN5rufBJZI/s400/3+headed+dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Another one for dogs, though slightly more grotesque.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXexg8KgoHE2oIprkHCzSDM223c26fPtlkSQocRVfYbimM66vHeQlErorT2Iqp2OdFrYKHIWOVNTx1QT-Zv0uxpdIPxIVWrvLdvp0dE45_luP5jbFghPU6Pfrs_R04PbABM0xmiMNs8fJE/s1600/halloween_costumes_01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXexg8KgoHE2oIprkHCzSDM223c26fPtlkSQocRVfYbimM66vHeQlErorT2Iqp2OdFrYKHIWOVNTx1QT-Zv0uxpdIPxIVWrvLdvp0dE45_luP5jbFghPU6Pfrs_R04PbABM0xmiMNs8fJE/s320/halloween_costumes_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532891420016688882" border="0" /></a><br />Now for ones that probably only my generation will understand. The first: SNL Lawrence Welk. <br />"I like chasing cars!"<br /><br /><a href="http://images1.cliqueclack.com/tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/babyhands-425x215.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 215px;" src="http://images1.cliqueclack.com/tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/babyhands-425x215.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />If there's a group of guys out there that has the balls to do this next one: I salute you, and pleas send me pictures!<br /><a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/11/17/article-0-027FEF30000005DC-574_468x329.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 329px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/11/17/article-0-027FEF30000005DC-574_468x329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />P.S.- If you really want to rake in some candy learn the dance too!<br /><br />And now for the one hit wonder: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrWu13Uh2Yw&feature=related">Bed Intruder Song</a>! Again, please send me pictures if someone does this. It should be a pretty easy costume to do.<a href="http://static.businessinsider.com/image/4c7fc7907f8b9a4d56cd0600/antoine-dodson-bed-intruder-song.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.businessinsider.com/image/4c7fc7907f8b9a4d56cd0600/antoine-dodson-bed-intruder-song.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And for those of you who don't have much time or money, here's a great<a href="http://www.halloween.com/halloween-costume-quick-ideas.php"> link</a> for (probably) free costumes, as long as you have the stuff.Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-28878871714015378772010-10-18T18:28:00.000-07:002010-10-18T19:05:30.712-07:00Wonderful Day of Wonders!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Today started out normal enough: I didn't want to go to school. So because my roommate had just had her wisdom teeth out and was swollen....</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZGoZqPF1jTcxAMmpDBvwCMY4IGkaKhXHdxP-6SwqffN8WbmeDKCX_4CDd5fWjHNyR59uBCPVYJd5VpJfK4vufucPI0iIW-jDB2X0fB77P3-1qOqfPP4QR0PydDJHLbYd8RlrVvh1Fpz-/s1600/-October+18+2010+155.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZGoZqPF1jTcxAMmpDBvwCMY4IGkaKhXHdxP-6SwqffN8WbmeDKCX_4CDd5fWjHNyR59uBCPVYJd5VpJfK4vufucPI0iIW-jDB2X0fB77P3-1qOqfPP4QR0PydDJHLbYd8RlrVvh1Fpz-/s320/-October+18+2010+155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529571523787906546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">like that I talked my way into being her personal caretaker for the day and stayed home so I could do homework as well as cater to her every whim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">After a couple of hours Necia and I went to Macey's to pick up some Raveolios from Macey's for her, as well as pick up a few things I needed. On the way there I was scanning the radio and happened upon "Land Down Under" by Men at Work.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WHk7zVk2BEl6VUSr6QtQP00B4DRh4jPNNJgMguq8gThFUdLQfXJ0i9kNuHemNrKay6xz9xvJaTT3CYriMvWJGfRx7F2Apsy2dxZu1KijRWleNKEb6Tf_o1q_Fera722r4VqRLwFcSng1/s1600/menatwork.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WHk7zVk2BEl6VUSr6QtQP00B4DRh4jPNNJgMguq8gThFUdLQfXJ0i9kNuHemNrKay6xz9xvJaTT3CYriMvWJGfRx7F2Apsy2dxZu1KijRWleNKEb6Tf_o1q_Fera722r4VqRLwFcSng1/s320/menatwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529571370209549090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I got so excited because, who doesn't love that song? We listened to it and a few others on that station. I even made it a preset because it's about the third station I've found in Logan that's not country.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Then it started playing "Land Down Under" again. This was weird, but for a minute we just went with it. And then I realized something: That was the last song I'd listened to on my iPod. Yes, I had inadvertently stumbled across my own iPod station via iTrip. Awesome.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEd73Kizvf7k7yEHmJeLbT-nJnPQm6sTAgzzTaM4ufnl9Wn2042_qXB75RZhjNEvRKYnnLVxKoy3mVvDTmn7x2l3NfXC-RV8OOWLN8E-J4ObqKfr2grQ2cUzx2dNqDuBD_KiUKFzogKaeJ/s1600/ipod-car-stereo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEd73Kizvf7k7yEHmJeLbT-nJnPQm6sTAgzzTaM4ufnl9Wn2042_qXB75RZhjNEvRKYnnLVxKoy3mVvDTmn7x2l3NfXC-RV8OOWLN8E-J4ObqKfr2grQ2cUzx2dNqDuBD_KiUKFzogKaeJ/s320/ipod-car-stereo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529571314602661586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We went shopping, then stopped at Subway for a quick bite.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcCsTZuZhNkLqmF3i-HXs2ijSkFA0VQ4vkBr_uiasDwCgiZ8YgJ-VTpHGyFwYqSD225pJjjbVOt3I7x2Kxi8XAe9xw7ItFHRqCBBraAirODSbIoOE4JL4OgrpLanJNlbuHsljyIHPJlsC/s1600/Subway-eat-fresh-US.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcCsTZuZhNkLqmF3i-HXs2ijSkFA0VQ4vkBr_uiasDwCgiZ8YgJ-VTpHGyFwYqSD225pJjjbVOt3I7x2Kxi8XAe9xw7ItFHRqCBBraAirODSbIoOE4JL4OgrpLanJNlbuHsljyIHPJlsC/s320/Subway-eat-fresh-US.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529571220583062210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As we were finishing our delicious sandwiches (black ham, if you wanted to know. With the works) Necia saw a man ordering who was pretty cute. As we were leaving we did a ring check. None. I told her she should leave her number on his car. She was too nervous so she told me to write the note. It said "Saw you in Subway. Thought you were cute. My number is 801-555-4398." She put it on his windshield (we knew which one it was because she'd seen him get out of his car) and drove away. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3jAAf9RRPfPNfkfAanikBw8phyphenhyphenEREA9NDJ_caWJy9VvpBd0hsHQlzt0ix4Pd8lHwmKNNpDgj0bdeEsBU0GhbfThsqG-IEab7_QZmlS5Zc7TSZSFOAla2L_7FdboAT9c7RPDqhQ4vHitc/s1600/2519378671_b420763cb7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3jAAf9RRPfPNfkfAanikBw8phyphenhyphenEREA9NDJ_caWJy9VvpBd0hsHQlzt0ix4Pd8lHwmKNNpDgj0bdeEsBU0GhbfThsqG-IEab7_QZmlS5Zc7TSZSFOAla2L_7FdboAT9c7RPDqhQ4vHitc/s320/2519378671_b420763cb7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529571132406126194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nothing has happened yet and might not. But I hope we made his day. It sure made ours.</span>Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-66129448767457858602010-10-15T20:09:00.000-07:002010-10-15T21:32:05.917-07:00Stress and JoyEarlier this week I was driving down the road with my window down, a good song on the radio, and feeling the autumn wind. At moment it hit me: I love simply being. That thought alone made the day go a little bit better. Speaking of: funny story.<br /><br />A few weeks ago I was driving from Logan to American Fork in my amazing Toyota Echo with no A/C. I rolled my window down and rocked out to Glee while doing that thing where you let your arm ride the wind.<br /><br />After a minute the guy in the car in front of me started doing the same thing. I laughed and did it back. He then did a thumbs up, I did one too. I did a "hang loose", he copied. We did this for a few minutes when he pulled over one lane and motioned for me to come up next to him. I did. He started shouting out numbers across our small space between the cars. I put said numbers into my phone and called him. He answered and we talked for about 45 minutes. Most of the conversation went like this:<br /><br />Him: You are so beautiful! (even though later on he couldn't tell me what color of hair I had)<br />Me: Thank you.<br />Him: Do you believe in fate?<br />M: um...<br />H: Because I do. Have you ever picked up a guy on the freeway before?<br />M: No... have you?<br />H: No this is my first time! I totally believe in fate.<br />M: Yeah... maybe we're meant to be friends.<br />H: Or girlfriend boyfriend.<br />M:.....<br />H: You are just so beautiful! I am such a gentleman. I would be so good to you! I'd come up to Logan to see you every week. I open doors, give flowers. And I don't do it for the physical stuff (he was slightly more straight-forward than that) but you know, if you want to we can!<br />M:......<br />H: Are you LDS?<br />M: Yes. I am.<br />H: Oh me too!<br /><br />You get the picture. This ended when I told him I was in love with someone else. He told me he didn't think I could marry that someone else because it'd be a while before I could do it. I told him I was most likely going to. That's when things got awkward and we hung up. He texted me one last "You are so beautiful!" and I haven't heard from him since.<br /><br />I have a theory that when life gets stressful we often lean back on what was comforting to us in the past. For me those things have been three-fold. Number one: Superman Ice Cream<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86b6Tt_9z5XRnLAPA14k7L1EcOKFI6Nu5Kel4393uASE4TUhGq9BmkLAnUsulXGb8GUoN8J-hfD0YIIRDFrIulz7-5XkqU8bU88YCs7qEHPviqB4y9MSUqSeGaEOb8HaJgf_R-160xMBu/s1600/superman+ice.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86b6Tt_9z5XRnLAPA14k7L1EcOKFI6Nu5Kel4393uASE4TUhGq9BmkLAnUsulXGb8GUoN8J-hfD0YIIRDFrIulz7-5XkqU8bU88YCs7qEHPviqB4y9MSUqSeGaEOb8HaJgf_R-160xMBu/s320/superman+ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528486259039804290" border="0" /></a><br />Whose childhood was complete without this delicious treat? So much sugar, but amazing all the same.<br /><br />Number two: Star Wars<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnQW-a1_g0ikkcElRfVryHDclCldOqSL9bm1ykJLLRpE1-pICWorNOpTSd-FwtPS0XbhM6cobtm0UFBaW8t3sDoCkd68vmQX4m7PaCH59RdGgg5ESlq4k10hvlH_oAl_GyspxbSB1lMRb/s1600/obi-wan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnQW-a1_g0ikkcElRfVryHDclCldOqSL9bm1ykJLLRpE1-pICWorNOpTSd-FwtPS0XbhM6cobtm0UFBaW8t3sDoCkd68vmQX4m7PaCH59RdGgg5ESlq4k10hvlH_oAl_GyspxbSB1lMRb/s320/obi-wan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528487277911613458" border="0" /></a>When Jessica and I were younger and Star Wars: Episode 1 came out we became a little obsessed. We selected masters for ourselves. Hers was Obi-Wan, mine was Adi Gallia at first, but then she was killed so Yoda took over. Anyways. As pictured above, the action figures we bought came with little chips. We put those on chains and used them as our "protection" when we were alone. I know it sounds silly but it did make us feel safer when we were alone. Lately I've felt in need of comfort/ protection and have really wanted to put this back on. I have a Star Wars box somewhere, I just need to find it.<br /><br />And number three:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGVBxuQLb25usF3rS6808kTQpNpRwlwXCRSuLWW6sKX2Z-T6JsERU4nxBqrsHW0dxHUxvnKXVmiHiylPehc1mXisgRzZvPV5uSLn8KGZqITfPoSx4SdtA7q8AFaklSd_tQADQuNeJM3bs/s1600/nsync-bye-bye-bye-no-strings-attached.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGVBxuQLb25usF3rS6808kTQpNpRwlwXCRSuLWW6sKX2Z-T6JsERU4nxBqrsHW0dxHUxvnKXVmiHiylPehc1mXisgRzZvPV5uSLn8KGZqITfPoSx4SdtA7q8AFaklSd_tQADQuNeJM3bs/s320/nsync-bye-bye-bye-no-strings-attached.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528491894314254002" border="0" /></a>NSYNC. Their soothing lyrics and smooth harmonies have carried me through good and bad in my life.<br /><br />Luckily, I have also discovered new comforts along the way. The two most important are, first: roommates.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBnJ_xTIc-10f59iWdmnH0HfUlrHIi1x1VBOqLhpiyH-1beDchPKPG_C8aFPp5x9eapP3MAYliWhdZGny8nbzflVobxMqW0f1PJUyJPzHl963M71IVtI2drVCmPigVrRPvTvcWGAO8heU/s1600/roomies.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBnJ_xTIc-10f59iWdmnH0HfUlrHIi1x1VBOqLhpiyH-1beDchPKPG_C8aFPp5x9eapP3MAYliWhdZGny8nbzflVobxMqW0f1PJUyJPzHl963M71IVtI2drVCmPigVrRPvTvcWGAO8heU/s320/roomies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528493802571401186" border="0" /></a>They have been awesome! Every day they find a way to make my life a little brighter. (Note: not all are pictured)<br /><br />And last but not least:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuwmHfDhdoUPfm3CG2u6_7RyAZ-SGKwt6tbP-B9aRZkyHcxAKgAXgi6Pv4Z85cb9lCuLu_-bN2Lah-_87MwhjL-oqjBptLVAFEVBAvyog8M_6OYs4zOfc0leZgqMtho22tO86Jh-yQq8a/s1600/The_Cast_of_CBS'_How_I_Met_Your_Mother.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuwmHfDhdoUPfm3CG2u6_7RyAZ-SGKwt6tbP-B9aRZkyHcxAKgAXgi6Pv4Z85cb9lCuLu_-bN2Lah-_87MwhjL-oqjBptLVAFEVBAvyog8M_6OYs4zOfc0leZgqMtho22tO86Jh-yQq8a/s320/The_Cast_of_CBS'_How_I_Met_Your_Mother.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528495687848753330" border="0" /></a>How I Met Your Mother! It's like a friend in a box. And the best part is: when there's a funny moment, the show laughs with you. You know when you're watching a funny movie all by yourself and the sound of your own laugh echoes awkwardly through your house? Shows like this solve that. Even though they're not from a real audience, these laughs make me feel like it actually is funny and I'm not laughing at a hallucination or something. <br /><br />That's my life right now. Thanks to those of you who read the whole thing! I know it was long.Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886197798622552061.post-7738162810857096732010-03-24T08:07:00.001-07:002010-03-24T08:33:06.745-07:00Life to this Point<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrrTbT3mh7FAp_rf5fQbv3RRCVbFpun5Rao2k7xlaVnWjc1u20PPoOA1BjZfJuDMSIkaiJgjRHxN-ldzqaZTgeV2IcKm8MyMmzCB1VGJV6gSN7RCpZG0aBcfjJQGUGf0biKLbbcmSCEIy2/s1600/frog.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrrTbT3mh7FAp_rf5fQbv3RRCVbFpun5Rao2k7xlaVnWjc1u20PPoOA1BjZfJuDMSIkaiJgjRHxN-ldzqaZTgeV2IcKm8MyMmzCB1VGJV6gSN7RCpZG0aBcfjJQGUGf0biKLbbcmSCEIy2/s320/frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452218520670179778" border="0" /></a><br />It's interesting how something that happened recently can change your view of something in the past.<br />As I hope most of you know, Princess and the Frog came onto DVD last week. So of course I bought it.<br />I've watched it a few times since and it hit me: Hurricane Katrina was a big deal. When it happened, not knowing much about New Orleans or Mardi Gras or any such thing, I was just sad that our country had a hurricane. But New Orleans= big deal. Just a thought.<br /><br />Spring Break was incredible! We left Thursday afternoon and came back Sunday afternoon. With many adventures on the way-- 7 of which included us almost dying. The most intense of which went as such: It was snowing on our way out of Wyoming into South Dakota to see Rushmore (the main goal of our road trip). It had been so cold that we'd forgotten to check the windshield wipers for ice as we tried to warm up in the car. There was some on them. Part way down the road we decided it'd be best to pull over and de-ice said windshield wipers. As Heidi (the driver) was headed towards a pull off we hit a patch of ice and began sliding. Right towards a pole. At moments like this time slows down. I realized we were going to hit the pole and my first thought was of Michelle (the one in the passenger seat) being hurt, then my car being crunched, then who I'd call. All I knew was we were inevitably going to hit this pole. I screamed. All of a sudden Heidi turned the wheel and we drove past the pole with no problems. Don't tell me miracles don't happen. Thanks Heidi, for reminding us to pray as we started out that day. Thanks Michelle for cartooning the incident.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JWf58mMqWP5T4bVZ8fh6aNfP-OT3yqsx-bGvq4Go_Fh2u_NjtT0U6tp0PvqKztJnzSXC5tOzrKOVsh6CN8bEbXt_eQcBpxFCMQXewJYcn5k7Aq7loE3LOH6m7nDERhKvVsq7J182wL6x/s1600/Hasten+Frequently+2010+417.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JWf58mMqWP5T4bVZ8fh6aNfP-OT3yqsx-bGvq4Go_Fh2u_NjtT0U6tp0PvqKztJnzSXC5tOzrKOVsh6CN8bEbXt_eQcBpxFCMQXewJYcn5k7Aq7loE3LOH6m7nDERhKvVsq7J182wL6x/s400/Hasten+Frequently+2010+417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452221196106444194" border="0" /></a>Last night I was lying on Heidi's floor when I smelled something odd. I had her smell it too. We thought it might be some sort of gas or other deadly odor. It was coming from the floor vents and so we texted the boys downstairs. Here's how it went:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Us:</span> This is upstairs. We're making sure everyone's safe?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Boy: </span>Everyone's safe from what?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Us:</span> The gases seeping into our apartment.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Boy: </span>Wow. Is it really bad? What's going on?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Us: </span>There's a strange smell coming from our floor vents<br />that we can't place. Wanted to make sure you weren't dead.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Boy:</span> Everyone's alive. Thanks. Well just open the windows.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Us: </span>Good to know. Glad everyone's alive. Perhaps a mouse died.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Boy:</span> Perhaps.<br /><br />As awkward as this conversation was, it's not as awkward as the time they asked us if we fell in the shower. At church. Gotta love apartment complexes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uaa.alaska.edu/dss/information/images/BENNY_AND_JOON_DVD_hires.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.uaa.alaska.edu/dss/information/images/BENNY_AND_JOON_DVD_hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Debbie, Kaitlin, and Emily took me out for dinner yesterday where we had chicken enchilada soup at chili's. HIGHLY recommend it. We then had the Molten cake. Yum. We drove Emily home so she could study and went to Old Grist Mill to get some of their Heaven Brownies. Unfortunately they were out so we went to Smith's and got their good-but-not-amazing brownies. None of us could eat them after having our taste buds ready for Heaven. We went to their place and watched Benny and Joon. Even though Debbie was claiming she hated that movie. Part way through she asked "How could I ever think I hated this movie?" I knew she'd come around.<br />Also Johnny Depp is attractive. That's all.Alaura Shefchikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581956394096358359noreply@blogger.com1