<?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-1443367499896698471</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:40:34.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamful Darlin'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-4080197109504164228</id><published>2010-11-18T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:30:52.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been forever and a day since I blogged! If you think about it, I really don't have time to anymore. I know I said I would last time but with my new job I just haven't had time. Well let's start with that, work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I lost my job in June, I was searching for another position immediately. Well my friend Cynthia's dad owns a company and I asked her if she might be able to get me an interview because I had done recruiting before. Well, I got hired. I got hired as a physician recruiter, recruiting ER doctors for the wonderful states of TX and MS(aka the land of a shortage of doctors). Well at first I wasn't sure how it was going to work out. I think I was just nervous. For some reason, something just clicked in my head. I started getting tons of doctor's on the schedule. To this day I have gotten about 15 doctors on the schedule. I know it doesn't sound like a lot, but come on, everyone knows DOCTOR's HHHHHHHHHHATE paperwork :) Anyway, I got promoted to a Senior Recruiter in October and now I recruit for Oklahoma, Lousiana, and Mississippi. It's been a challenge but I am definitely pushing to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, well we have had some rough patches and I know I've threatened to break up with him quite a few times but we have stayed strong together. Hey, everyone has faults and sometimes he can do the stupidest thing and it brings out the old side of me. The new side of me just shruggs it off. He is not the most romantic guy, he's not the most smartest guy when it comes to women (you guys know what I am talking about!!), but he listens, he's calm, and he makes me laugh. These past few months have been most challenging because of our financial situation. I do have to admit, he stresses alot more than me. It's funny because the roles used to be reversed. I used to stress about everything and take it out on everyone. Now, I get stressed but not near as much. I try not to take it out on anyone, yet, sometimes I know I do. I don't like going out anymore. I would rather stay at home or go to a friends house anyday. I'm kind of over the bar scene. And I think maybe I have stayed up until after 2AM maybe twice in the past few months(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health, I have improved so much from where I used to be. He trusts me when I go out alone now. In fact, I think i have had a hiccup maybe once in the past month. And it wasn't even a bad one either. I have been dieting again. I started this apple cidar diet about two months ago. What you do is you take two tablespoons of cidar and mix it with a cup of water. Drink it 15 minutes before each meal. It makes you fuller faster so that you don't eat as much. I can definitely tell that my stomach has shrank because I couldn't eat half a sandwhich yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I talked about work, love, health. I don't know if anyone saw the photos but I went as Marge Simpson for Halloween. Yes I made my costume. It was a whole lot of fun making and preparing! We ended up winning like $150 bucks for our costumes. Which covered the portion it took to make it. See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new puppy! Omg and I love her already! She is 8 weeks old this past Monday. She is a chocolate and tan mini daschsund! I named her LC &lt;3 She is still in the puppy stage and wines ALOT but i still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures since the last time I posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWZN_PHjdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mGsKrlQCXG4/s1600/dfgads.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWZN_PHjdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mGsKrlQCXG4/s320/dfgads.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541003382141455826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWZNr_dLxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5J3NPLdHk8A/s1600/31352_402124511995_518336995_4818143_15172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWZNr_dLxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5J3NPLdHk8A/s320/31352_402124511995_518336995_4818143_15172_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541003376975490834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYicvdzoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V5zGT9Tr3Yg/s1600/72200_878241065940_23918616_45639778_7953409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYicvdzoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V5zGT9Tr3Yg/s320/72200_878241065940_23918616_45639778_7953409_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541002634147516034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYh69yt8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/V3hV4rITFsw/s1600/61075_1379461057156_1550790126_30866775_7392128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYh69yt8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/V3hV4rITFsw/s320/61075_1379461057156_1550790126_30866775_7392128_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541002625080801218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYhmKdDBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i6JGT03bt1w/s1600/73711_1363041450669_1670587120_744361_7125758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYhmKdDBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i6JGT03bt1w/s320/73711_1363041450669_1670587120_744361_7125758_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541002619496762386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYgzNXxNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cGm6GuAhFaI/s1600/60186_853851847130_23918616_45124699_1150175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYgzNXxNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cGm6GuAhFaI/s320/60186_853851847130_23918616_45124699_1150175_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541002605818791122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYgsbzavI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F5DrKbi_t44/s1600/39518_173120316036110_100000144278341_668382_6705545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWYgsbzavI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F5DrKbi_t44/s320/39518_173120316036110_100000144278341_668382_6705545_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541002604000275186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta birthday coming up, I'm turning 26! YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;well til next time..&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-4080197109504164228?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/4080197109504164228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/11/holy-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4080197109504164228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4080197109504164228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/11/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow!'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWZN_PHjdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mGsKrlQCXG4/s72-c/dfgads.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-3598598945081594223</id><published>2010-05-17T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:20:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>There is a specific reason this is the title of my blog post. It describes my life in this very instant. I am truely happy, in fact, I think this is about as happy as I have ever been. I started to believe that I might not ever find that person whom I had developed this mental image of what I was wanting in a man. I have been told I was somewhat of a picky person when it came to guys that I dated. I can sort of see that, but then I sort of can't either. Anyway, whenever I first met Ben, I had recently broken up with my ex boyfriend, and I wasn't really looking to date or find someone. I was always told, don't go looking for love, let it look for you. Well the night Ben and I met, we exchanged numbers, and I think we went a few days without like even being in contact with each other. Which is okay because I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do, and I was certainly not going to contact him and make me look desperate!! But fasting forward to the present time, I must say, Ben is the only guy who has ever been yelled at by me and not bitched me out or threatened to break up with me (which I might add DOESN'T happen very often). He always makes sure that he tells me who he feels about me, always compliments me so I feel loved. I love and cherish every moment I get to spend with him. We also have deep conversations, which I actually get to be involved in, in the past it was all about the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this new adventure of ours continues to grow and keep growing. Time to leave work, but one last thing, Ben if your reading this, I love you and you truely make me the most happiest I have ever been in my life and I have absolutely no hesitation when I say that what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-3598598945081594223?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/3598598945081594223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3598598945081594223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3598598945081594223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-6196707670093842358</id><published>2010-04-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:39:22.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a long time since I have blogged. I even said that I was going to start blogging more. Im going to make it a mission to try and blog twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much has changed! I finally started a new job, which I love! Im getting better at it, and Im pushing myself. I have joined a softball league. I hurt my leg last week so I was unable to play. It's feeling better so I am stoked that I get to play tomorrow. I have been playing a whole lot of volleyball lately. I think it's important to stay active, plus I hate just sitting at home. In fact, we have been playing so much volleyball, I've gotten so much better. FACT: I have only missed 4 serves in the last two weeks. Hey practice makes perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually happy.. genuinely happy. And I know a lot of it has developed from not having the stress of a job (whew). I have noticed I rarely get angry now. Im always trying to smile and enjoy myself. Im motivated to get out and just LIVE. I love not arguing with someone, like someone who makes me feel good about myself, someone who asks me my opinion, I could go on and on but I don't want to sound like sappy cheese :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty good. EXHAUSTING, but went really well. I always enjoy being around my family. They entertain me and teach me things about the future. My little neice turned 3 this weekend. She's actually an advanced 3 year old. We even took Charlie to my sisters house. Boy was he tired when he got home last night. He didn't even attempt to jump on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now - not feeling like being opinionated today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-6196707670093842358?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/6196707670093842358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/6196707670093842358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/6196707670093842358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-2412586442873348054</id><published>2010-02-16T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:56:13.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well I woke up in a good mood today, which is good because it's FAT Tuesday. I look forward to spending time with my friends and enjoying the crawfish broil without actually having to work it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched the Bachelor last night. So far realitysteve.com has been accurate. I didn't think he would choose Gia. She's really nice, but come on the other two told him they were in love with him. Even though I like the show, it's purely for entertainment value. That's why they have to keep Vienna around. I mean I don't get the whole concept of the show. I don't believe you can fall in love with someone in just 6 weeks. Isn't that how long it tapes for? Well somewhere around there. I just don't think a person has gotten to know the other person in that amount of time. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know. I feel bad for Ali, because she was my favorite. Don't worry I would have chosen my career over a man any day. Men come and go, and the ones that stick around won't put you in that position anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to put this out there.. who's blog is this?..MINE. I will be blogging more frequently because I feel I have a lot to say and it's good at getting things off the mind. I have expressed this before but maybe I wasn't exactly clear with what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BLOG IS MY BLOG. Whatever I may put on here is simply my thoughts and feelings. Whether they are right or wrong. If you don't like what your reading, simply click the "X" in the stop right hand corner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for your support that you gave me yesterday. I even had some random people text me to see how I was doing. It makes me feel good, and shows me that there's a bigger world out there with lots of opportunities. I'm getting ready to start fresh and move forward. I think I got knocked back a few steps because I was afraid of life's journeys and how I would conquer them. Now I realize that I have a great group of friends and a loving family. Someone told me your afraid because you don't want your friends and family to view you in a negative way.. Your right, I don't want that. My family for one is my backbone. My mom and my sister have always tried to be there when I crumpled. This time is no different. So yes, I want to show them that I can be a strong person and I can get on with my life, and that I can be a happy person. If that's a big problem, then oh well. I look at it this way, my family's opinion means so much because when that guy is gone, they are the one's that will be there for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-2412586442873348054?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/2412586442873348054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/fat-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/2412586442873348054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/2412586442873348054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-5682879726673791373</id><published>2010-02-15T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:06:30.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peacock Bells</title><content type='html'>I really had to name this post that. I went to my cousins wedding on Saturday. Everything was done in peacock feathers. NO JOKE. The wedding was okay but it was horrible at the reception. There were hardly any young people. I didn't take anyone to the wedding, which I shoulda. Well the person I originally planned to take, couldn't make it anyway. It was just wrong some of the things that went on at that wedding. I wont go into detail about it but here is a photo of my aunt and my cousin (the one who got married).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/S3lu_JhljfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ljo9LVBXCJs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/S3lu_JhljfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ljo9LVBXCJs/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438500056194190834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was Valentine's day. Major drag for all the single people out there. Especially after attending a wedding, then arguing with a certain someone. You know I really get annoyed with people who care about you only when it's convient for them, or if you dont respond to their text messages or phone calls. Im sure I have been guilty of the same thing a time or two, and maybe Im not the best at expressing my emotions but I try to let people know I care about them. I guess I was feeling hurt. You know that pain in your chest that won't seem to go away, and you can't hold back the tears?... Yeah that's pretty much how I felt yesterday. Well until I got back home. I went to dinner with some of my closest friends last night to this place called Italian Villa in Lewisville. It was good to spend time with them because the last two weekends I have been out of town. They made me feel a lot better and I even broke a few smiles every so often. I guess this weekend was just so frustrating because when you attend a wedding, every girl, pictures what theirs would be like. The roses, the dress, the people... With me, I can't picture anything. I feel like Im just not ever meant to find the one who is meant for me. In a lot of ways that's my fault. I know I tend to run from my problems, I guess because I don't want to face them alone.. and what else did he say, oh yeah, "Quit placing the blame on someone else." Well for your information, Im not blaming anyone else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make this a good week. I think I need to rid out all the negativity in my life. I've hit rock bottom before and I was almost there yesterday. I don't want be there at all. I have to mind the pieces in my life and move on. Thanks to all those who know how to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-5682879726673791373?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/5682879726673791373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/peacock-bells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/5682879726673791373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/5682879726673791373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/peacock-bells.html' title='Peacock Bells'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/S3lu_JhljfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ljo9LVBXCJs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-6859424785657279066</id><published>2010-02-11T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:30:54.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost an earring</title><content type='html'>I just had to make that the topic of my blog today because, literally, I lost one of my heart earrings last night. It seriously is a travisty!! It is snowing hard in Plano, well take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs189.snc3/19647_758336790070_23918616_42238549_2038730_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs189.snc3/19647_758336790070_23918616_42238549_2038730_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how bad I would love to be in bed right now, or at home, building a snowman. Do people actually do that anymore?.. It seems like people are so uptight they don't know how to have fun anymore. Wait, let me rephrase, don't know how to have fun without consuming alcohol. Don't get me wrong, Im guilty of that as well. So Light, Josh, and I went and played darts at our old stompin grounds called "T's" in Lewisville. We never go in there anymore. A year ago, thats where we would always be. Anyway back to the point, Josh got hit on by Shadow. And if people don't know who Shadow is, first of all, an amazing saxiphone(is this right? Im not a good speller) player, who also is same sex oriented. Lightman and I were cracking up. I dont think Josh found it to amusing but it was funny for Light and I so that's all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dreaded Holiday is coming up. Valentines' Day. Ugh. Make me gag. Don't get me wrong I love the mushy hearts, flowers, showers of affection stuff, but not when you don't have someone. It's just a true hurtful reminder, your alone. And all of these Kay Jewelers, Robbins' Bro's commericals about proposing..again, gag. I mean come on, can't guys come up with something more original than that? Proposing on Valentine's Day? No offense guys but be more creative. You should do it when the woman leasts expects it. Yah SO TO ALL MY FRIENDS THINKING OF PROPOSING ON VALENTINE'S DAY: DONT DO IT! ~BE UNIQUE, BE CREATIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it folks.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i really hope I find that earring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if you find it.&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-6859424785657279066?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/6859424785657279066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lost-earring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/6859424785657279066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/6859424785657279066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lost-earring.html' title='I lost an earring'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-4457075284283039179</id><published>2010-02-02T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:03:43.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember My Name</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a very difficult blog to write but I feel as if I need to post this to further give insight to women out there to be more aware of your surroundings. Always keep an open eye in parking lots, especially at night, and keep an open eye to people you may think you know and care about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to state a few facts before I get any further into my blog: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic violence and abuse can happen to anyone, yet the problem is often overlooked, excused, or denied. Noticing and acknowledging the warning signs and symptoms of domestic violence and abuse is the first step to ending it. No one should live in fear of the person they love.The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence (NCADV), in conjunction with Ms. Magazine, started this project in 1994 to create a national registry of names to increase public awareness of domestic violence deaths.&lt;a href="http://www.ncadv.org/protectyourself/MyPersonalSafetyPlan.php"&gt;Here is a link to their website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Is Still Abuse If . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The incidents of physical abuse seem minor &lt;/strong&gt;when compared to those you have read about, seen on television or heard other women talk about. There isn’t a “better” or “worse” form of physical abuse; you can be severely injured as a result of being pushed, for example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The incidents of physical abuse have only occurred one or two times in the relationship&lt;/strong&gt;. Studies indicate that if your spouse/partner has injured you once, it is likely he will continue to physically assault you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The physical assaults stopped when you became passive &lt;/strong&gt;and gave up your right to express yourself as you desire, to move about freely and see others, and to make decisions. It is not a victory if you have to give up your rights as a person and a partner in exchange for not being assaulted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There has not been any physical violence&lt;/strong&gt;. Many women are emotionally and verbally assaulted. This can be as equally frightening and is often more confusing to try to understand. &lt;a href="http://www.helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm"&gt;Here is another great website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto my blog. Its been really difficult these past two years for me to get a grip on myself as a person. I have been in this type of relationship. Let me start at the beginning. These type of men tell you that your the only one for them, and they shower you with love and affection and send you cute letters and emails. That is for about the first 7 to 8 months. Then once they realize they got you where they want you, they begin changing. They begin turning things around on you. When you get upset its because your the one who was the one at fault, not them. They begin to not listen to anything you have to say. Then one day they will act like nothing has ever happened and you'll forgive them, because your in love with them. You'll invite them over and you will hang out and do whatever and then his mood will change again. When you ask him to leave he will not. He will block you from leaving the room, he will shove you, he will sit on top of you, he will slap you. Once it's all said and done you are left there, alone, crying, holding your face, wondering what in the world you did so wrong that he would physically harm you. You go without talking to him until the next day and when you wake up he has texted you numerous times, he has called you, left voicemails explaining how truely sorry he is and can't believe he would do that to you. That your the only one for him, and that he'll do anything to make it up to you. DONT FALL FOR IT. Because I did. And the process repeated over and over and over again. And I never did anything about it because he always threatened me. He told me I didn't deserve to live, I should go kill myself, no one wants me alive, everyone hates me. Then he would apologize. He made my self esteem basically non existent and I started to believe he was the only one that cared about me because of the things he was brainwashing in my head. None of my friends nor family liked him and they wouldn't be around me if he was there. He was manipulating, condescending, and flat out violent. One day he came over because we were arguing and I would not let him in the apartment. Once the beating on the door stopped I assumed he had left. I walked out of the apartment to see if he had left and sure enough he hadn't. He grabbed me from behind, threw me against the wall and proceeded to choke me. He let go after a few seconds and pushed me against the wall and then left. At that time I knew I had to get away. I had never been that afraid in my entire life. I changed my number, I moved apartments, I got away. Now, with this being about 3 years ago now, I still have trouble with men. I am afraid of them. I am afraid if I say something wrong I am going to get hit, or pushed, or choked. I have tried to seperate the relationships but I think there is always going to be this little part of me that thinks that this man or the next man might hurt me. I hope that every woman out there takes the appropriate pre-caution to keep these types a guys away from you. Im glad I got out when I did because I believe that if it woulda kept going on, I wouldn't be here today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies stay strong. Thanks~someone who took up for me when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-4457075284283039179?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/4457075284283039179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4457075284283039179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4457075284283039179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-my-name.html' title='Remember My Name'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-4378833044718103689</id><published>2010-01-22T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:40:02.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/012210dnmethanging.a15c906e.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***PLEASE READ THIS ARTICLE***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe something like this would happen. What would be so bad in a nine year old kids live that he would want to die? I know he was at school, but parents need to observe their children more carefully. If your child is displaying actions of sadness or you feel something is wrong, TALK TO YOUR KIDS!! And how in the world would a nine year old kid learn how to do that? It's just so sad and anastonishing that something like this would happen; and in the city in which I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note: &lt;br /&gt;I am taking everything day by day to make myself a better person. I made a promise to myself that I was going to forget the past and move on. I will no longer let it reflect the relationships I have with other people. I will also work harder at not getting mad at the small things. Well I wouldn't say mad, I'd say more about noticing the small things rather than getting mad at them. But yah anyway I'm definitely going to try and work on that. Next, I need to work on my insecurity issues. A lot of people say "Kandise you have nothing to be insecure about." But like I said I am letting go of the past, the things that made me develop the insecurities, and move on." You know I think I was to that point that I thought I might never be happy; and then whenever I was happy it scared me so much that I ran from happiness because it was something that I was not used to. All these things are going to take a lot of work and I guess I am going to be needing a lot of support but I am sure once I turn these things around in my life I will be the person that I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my favorite part of American Idol is the beginning of the season when they have all the funny people on. Can you believe one guy got escorted out in cuffs? Okay now I know some people strictly try out for that show for publicity time. Come on! -- If you can't sing why waste your time? Okay and the guy that ripped his pants? You let him through? He couldn't sing! But seriously my favorite one of the week was that Matt Lawrence guy! I seem him going far so if he does I will definitely be team Matt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for now. hurry up weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://customerservicevoodoo.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/tgif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://customerservicevoodoo.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/tgif.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-4378833044718103689?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/4378833044718103689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4378833044718103689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4378833044718103689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-thoughts.html' title='Friday thoughts'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-1873342815534814879</id><published>2010-01-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:07:42.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>southern voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who does't give a sh** you sure do have an odd way of showing it. Texting me, telling me basically how horrible of a person I am, monitoring my facebook. Come on now, you said you don't give a sh** so quit giving a sh**. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes&lt;/em&gt;..hmmm. So I am a hoe now? Two can play this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIGHTER NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;My boss is out of town so I will be working by my lonesome the next two days. Which really isn't that bad. Tonight I believe I am going to go dancing, for the first time in a while. Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-1873342815534814879?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/1873342815534814879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/southern-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/1873342815534814879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/1873342815534814879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/southern-voice.html' title='southern voice'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-3060781108253844561</id><published>2010-01-13T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:29:22.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History in the making</title><content type='html'>So I haven't updated in awhile. Well since last week. I went on two job interviews these past weeks.. I wont hear back from one of them until this friday. The other one went well, however, they just did not have a position open for me. My boss is going out of town this week so I have been working more this week than usual. Which is totally okay with me. I have had a cold the past two days. I had it the day after news years but I thought I got rid of it. Yesterday I could barely hold my head up while I was at work. I feel much better today though. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-3060781108253844561?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/3060781108253844561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/history-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3060781108253844561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3060781108253844561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/history-in-making.html' title='History in the making'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-720080828367522532</id><published>2010-01-04T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:06:49.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new year</title><content type='html'>So I went to the cotton bowl this weekend! I absolutely love cowboy stadium! But come on Jerry... $8 for one bottles beer? Your crazy. My cheap ass only bought one.. Well all i could afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to blog about the whole tech situation. Come on are you serious?!!! Now in no way am I saying what Leach supposably did was right; but come on! This is the guy who has taken you to ten bowl games. Who has brought your football team back and off probation. Yea he is crazy and doesn't give the best dating advice (you tube that by the way) but he was a great coach. The way the AD and tx tech handled the situation is not right. The school will be paying a lot more in the long run. Leach will sue your ass and more importantly you have no coach, again. However, good job to the defensive coordinator who brought them the win. I will continue to watch tech next year, however my respect for the football association at tech has gone down tremendously. I will also root for the team Leach coaches. Now, onto Mr. Pussy Adam jones. Act like a man grow some balls and play tackle football. You act like you were gunna get killed if u left that room. By the way, I emphasiZe room because it was a room not a closet as you said. And run to ur daddy none the less? Just because your daddy is somewht of a "big wig" at ESPN... Doesn't mean you can play football!!! Seriously grow up step up and be a man! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is a photo from&lt;br /&gt;The cotton bowl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/04/747.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/04/s_747.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-720080828367522532?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/720080828367522532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/720080828367522532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/720080828367522532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-year.html' title='My new year'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-7146311149036482039</id><published>2009-12-22T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:45:51.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>For some reason I am just not really in the Christmas mood this year. Is anyone else feel the same way I do?! Maybe it's cuz im broke and can't afford to buy any Christmas gifts this year.. I have been trying to think of other ways I could make Christmas gifts but I really can't come up with anyone. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this job thing has totally consumed the last 36 hours of my life. My boss tells me last Friday I am going to have to look for a second job because he is cutting me down to part time. What?! He wanted this to take effect this week and I told him, "Absolutely not. You need to give me two weeks." So I am looking for a regular job, plus if I have to get a second job, I will. So if anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to send them my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Family Christmas Party this weekend. It was really good to spend time with my family. Even though my mom wasn't there it still was pretty fun. We did the Elephant Christmas or whatever you call it. Everyone kept stealing my gift and I ended up with a $20 gift card to Albertsons (?) I dont even know where an Albertson's is around where I live!! My grandmother got my gift, which was a snuggie! My sister bought a snuggie too, but here's was Cheetah. So, since I was aggrivated with my Albertson's gc I played a trick on my brother. He was trying to get a snuggie so he could give it to his wife (which apparently she doesn't like them and said they are for old people. wtf. I have a snuggie, and i love it. w/e she is a bitch).. well I told him to open my sister's gift, and he actually did. On Sunday I took my neices to McDonald's for lunch and to play. They really love that place. Here is some photos of our aunt/neice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SzEvttLdMuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZxWUwpSim1g/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SzEvttLdMuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZxWUwpSim1g/s320/12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418164288971682530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SzEvtBFNPkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/orSONSZkDqY/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SzEvtBFNPkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/orSONSZkDqY/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418164277134310978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SzEvs0H2z9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ezgRJh9zuyI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SzEvs0H2z9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ezgRJh9zuyI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418164273655762898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's going to be great to go home and see my parents. Especially with all the stress I am under. It'll be good to just sit by the fire, which it's supposed to be cold, and just take in the smell of the woods, the sounds, and the feeling I get when I always go home to visit. I get to see my dad's family this Christmas. Im not as close to my dad's two daughters as I am to Mel and Mike. Well the only one I am really close to is Mel. Mike is in his own little world. My dad's daughters never were really involved in my life. And I know it's wrong but now that Im grown, I think well shit they weren't involved in my life, why should I be involved in theirs? I know that is a stupid/aweful way to think, but I guess you would just have to know the entire story. Which would totally take me days to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was going to post about the Sing Off. Not sure if anyone watched this show but Nick Lachey was the host. It was about occapella groups competing all over the country. The show only lasted a week but it was really good to watch. Anyway, last night was the finale. And one of the judges was one of the guys from Boys II Men. Which I totally didn't realize the entire time I watched the show!! So the final two performed and Nola was announced the winner. I liked both of the final two groups! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone has a safe holiday. I will try to blog whenever I am out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-7146311149036482039?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/7146311149036482039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/7146311149036482039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/7146311149036482039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SzEvttLdMuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZxWUwpSim1g/s72-c/12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-1123194145549014006</id><published>2009-12-16T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:58:15.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little note to the pres.</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me this email today and I thought it was good enough to post on here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear President Obama,       &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;     My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year.  People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate.  Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor, allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So here goes. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out what country you are the president of. &lt;br /&gt;You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like: &lt;br /&gt;             " We're no longer a Christian nation" &lt;br /&gt;             " America is arrogant" - (Your wife even &lt;br /&gt;                 announced to the world,"America is mean- &lt;br /&gt;                 spirited. " Please tell her to try preaching &lt;br /&gt;                 that nonsense to 23 generations of our &lt;br /&gt;                 war dead buried all over the globe who &lt;br /&gt;                 died for no other reason than to free a &lt;br /&gt;                 whole lot of strangers from tyranny and &lt;br /&gt;                 hopelessness. ) &lt;br /&gt;I'd say shame on the both of you, but I don't think you like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you.  To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;After 9/11 you said," America hasn't lived up to her ideals." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British?  Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War?  I hope you didn't mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination.  You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Shape up and start acting like an American.  If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue.  You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts, who was putting up a fight?  You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One more thing.  I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life, but you're the Commander-in- Chief now, son.  Do your job.  When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him.  But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out.  The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy.  That's not our greatest threat.  Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Harold B. Estes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now -- I really enjoyed this because this man feels in a lot of ways that I do. A man who doesn't stand behind his country (which he has shown he hasn't) wants us to believe that he is actually going to "better" our country?! Ever single time I see you on tv and listen to you speak, I cringe. Just like I did when you gave your interview with Opera. You dont always answer questions directly, in fact, a lot of times you avoid them and try to praise yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well that was about it but I also found these two website if anyone is interested in more reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.republicans-against-obama.com/"&gt;Against Obama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balancedpolitics.org/universal_health_care.htm"&gt;Universal Health Care: Pros and Cons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-1123194145549014006?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/1123194145549014006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-note-to-pres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/1123194145549014006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/1123194145549014006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-note-to-pres.html' title='A little note to the pres.'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-1869035501486939854</id><published>2009-12-15T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:44:12.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True/Not True</title><content type='html'>You know I really just have to vent about this. Who in there right mind would just come out and tell me "Hey we can't hang out anymore because (mad person) thinks that I am trying to hook up with (---) and so I don't want her mad at me so we just can't hang out anymore okay." First off, can you sound anymore guyish than that? I mean come on seriously. Don't get me wrong I love this (mad person) to death, she is one of my best friends. But everyone who knows (me and mad person) relationship also knows that this is not something we would argue about, nor would she even care about. Second of all, I thought you had balls, use them. Grow up, this is not high school anymore. No one can tell you who you can and can not be friends with. Just like no one can tell me, well with the exception of one person (which I must add I really really respect this persons feelings). And, if she made you feel bad, tell her how you honestly feel. Dont hold back your feelings. Express them. Trust me. This coming from someone who holds back her feelings a lot because she can't express them right and then I end up flipping a lid on someone out of the blue and they are like "WTF?!" Ask Justin :). Thirdly, do I get any say in this?! &lt;strong&gt;I did not ask to come into this situation. I am friends with all of you guys and if you guys have a problem, work it out amongst yourselves. Don't get me involved. I had absolutely nothing to do with the situation. &lt;/strong&gt; I really hate when people people do this. Obviously if (mad person) had a problem with me, she would come to me. ME, NOT YOU. You don't get to make all the decisions for everyone around you just so you can make yourself "feel better" and "not hurt" anyone. Now my opinion to the (mad person), if HE wants to go out and get with (---), that is their problem. If she is not objecting to it that you can't blame it all on him. She is just as guilty and you should be just as upset with her as you are him. Anyway that's it for now. I'll blog once the "DRAMA" that I don't want to be in is resolved. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-1869035501486939854?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/1869035501486939854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/truenot-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/1869035501486939854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/1869035501486939854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/truenot-true.html' title='True/Not True'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-5983320411213354810</id><published>2009-12-13T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:31:21.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday- day of rest and football</title><content type='html'>So late night I went to the Stoney concert in Ft Worth; it was amaZing! Every time I see him in concert I like him even more. He has that raspy type voice which I love! Hence the reason I like Johnny cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very productive. I got up and went to the gym! I did about 35 mins on the elyptical. Then I did leg raises and squats,etc. I'm really proud of myself. It gave me a lot of energy. So much energy that I came home and started cleaning my apartment! It was a walking train wreck. You couldn't even walk in my room without stepping on something! It's super clean now just have to finish up some laundry today; which will be completed after football..&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and had an amazing conversation with Justin. Here lately he has been so consumed with school it's been hard to have long conversation with him. Plus we have had opposite schedules. But it was great to lay in bed and have a conversation with him. So he has been planning this trip for us which I am super excited about!! Although he won't tell me where we are going. However I like suprises so I can't wait to see what this trip has in store. &lt;br /&gt;Well time for some more football, but here is photos from&lt;br /&gt;Last nights concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/13/513.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/13/s_513.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/13/514.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/13/s_514.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/13/515.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/13/s_515.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-5983320411213354810?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/5983320411213354810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-day-of-rest-and-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/5983320411213354810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/5983320411213354810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-day-of-rest-and-football.html' title='Sunday- day of rest and football'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-3642539590797683684</id><published>2009-12-11T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:48:56.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Chord Song</title><content type='html'>Okay so my blog has nothing to do with that title, wellll, it does a little but I love that song. Today has been seriously one of those loooooooong days. I have been busy at work but isn't supposed to be that when your busy with work the time flies by? Well not today; at least not here at least. I think one of the reason is because Im so tired. I went out last night with some friends and danced. I got a lot of compliments on my shirt, wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SyK5P4ApQSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DYIf5TD2U0c/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SyK5P4ApQSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DYIf5TD2U0c/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414093384437023010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay i know a little silly but whatever. Well tonight I believe I am just going to take it easy. I am going to go to Walmart and get stuff to make homemade vegetable soup. Gosh my mouth is watering right now. I might get a movie from Redbox too since our TV is not working. So get this -- I came home yesterday from work and my roommate told me there was no sound on the TV (yes the volume was up and it wasn't on mute)! It was totally weird because some of the channels actually had sound but they were not the same station. I think we have ourselves a possessed TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I get to go see Stoney LaRue. Which is only my favoritest singer in the whole world, well besides Mr.Cash that is! He is playing at Billy Bob's and my friend got tickets and asked me to go since, ahem, I like him so much. Well that's all for now, but check out Stoney's website and listen to some music! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SyK9zIEqaUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SalzUt3d9Ik/s1600-h/rrwwr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SyK9zIEqaUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SalzUt3d9Ik/s320/rrwwr.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414098388090775874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-3642539590797683684?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/3642539590797683684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-chord-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3642539590797683684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3642539590797683684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-chord-song.html' title='One Chord Song'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/SyK5P4ApQSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DYIf5TD2U0c/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-4991953065804665049</id><published>2009-12-10T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:38:29.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the workout plan</title><content type='html'>I thought that this would be a great blog topic. Whenever I was in High School and college, I worked out a whole lot. Since I was going to UNT, the rec center was free so I took full advantage of it. I thought there was no reason to sign up for a gym when I have one right there. Once I started my senior internship, the workouts seemed to slow down, in fact I found myself at times, rarely going to the gym. I was working 40 hours a week in Mesquite plus I was taking 12 hours of classes. So skip ahead a few years, like until now.. this is the first time in a really long time that I have not had a second job. I was used to the 24-7 schedule and now things have slowed down alot. I have alot more time to do the things that I enjoy to do. I have time to clean WHICH I DONT ENJOY DOING THAT IN THE LEAST, cook, watch tv, and last but not least, workout. Which is the whole point of this blog.. but anyway..&lt;br /&gt;So last week I started out kind of slow. With the weather constantly changing its hard for me to do a lot of cardio because of my knee. My mom used to always say it was growing pains, but i think im pretty much grown up.. I actually skipped Monday but on Tuesday I started doing squats, lunges, high knees, etc. The next day I was extremely sore! So on Wednesday I did my arms and shoulders. Again, Thursday I was still sore. I stuck with it though and worked out my legs. I have worked out every single day this week so far. I am noticing that my legs are getting stronger. Each time I go to the gym I can lift a little more each time. But I wanted to share this awesome video with you guys. I dont know if your like me but it's really hard to get motivated to do situps. For some reason I hate them. But I found this video, it's actually not even a real person. It's like a 3D guy. I have to tell you this video works, it has helped me out a bunch! I was also noticing that they do this workout with your butt, legs, etc. So I most definitely am going to have to try those out. But here's the link to that workout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tDZRogSbbU"&gt;AB WORKOUT VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the big reason that I wanted to start working out again is because it actually makes me feel better. I work a 9-5 job Monday-Friday and sometimes it's hard to actually get up and do anything. I realize though once I do work out I feel ten times better. Im not exhausted, Im alert and awake! Another reason is because I have always been very body conscious. I have had low self esteem growing up and for some reason I always think there is something on my body that I can fix. I guess a lot of the reason I get this way is because I have big boobs. Yep, there you go, I said it. I have big boobs! Not that I wanted them of course, but the Lord blessed me with them.. When I was growing up I thought that that was all guys saw me for. They seemed as if they were more into my body than me as a person. Now back then I was bigger than I am now, but, I was also working out constantly and doing any sport possible. So I guess basically what I am trying to say is that working out makes me feel good, calms me down, and makes me look good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-4991953065804665049?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/4991953065804665049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-on-workout-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4991953065804665049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/4991953065804665049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-on-workout-plan.html' title='Back on the workout plan'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-8258494344250508472</id><published>2009-12-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:50:46.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Fair</title><content type='html'>I had an "arguement" this morning. He felt if I was attacking him and I felt as if he was "testing" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Dr. Phil's specific rules for fighting fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Keep it relevant. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring up old grudges or sore points when they don't belong in a particular argument. Put boundaries around the subject matter so that a fight doesn't deteriorate into a free-for-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Keep it real. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with the issue at hand, not with a symptom of the problem. Get real about what is bothering you, or you will come away from the exchange even more frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Avoid character assassination. &lt;/strong&gt;Stay focused on the issue, rather than deteriorating to the point of attacking your partner personally. Don't let the fight degenerate into name-calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Remain task-oriented. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what you want going into the disagreement. If you don't have a goal in mind, you won't know when you've achieved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Allow for your partner to retreat with dignity. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How an argument ends is crucial. Recognize when an olive branch is being extended to you — perhaps in the form of an apology or a joke — and give your partner a face-saving way out of the disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Be proportional in your intensity. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing you disagree about is not an earth-shattering event or issue. You do not have to get mad every time you have a right to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•There's a time limit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments should be temporary, so don't let them get out of hand. Don't allow the ugliness of an argument to stretch on indefinitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since this is my blog I have to express my feelings about this. Fighting with someone who has a very strong opinion, who likes to debate, is very difficult for me. Im not a strong debator nor have I ever been. Sometimes I think that people take advantage of this. And I think alot of times that people get used to this.. Now Im not saying Im perfect by no means, in fact, im pretty far from it. But I can't rebuild something if everytime a fight happens the thing I am trying to rebuild gets thrown in my face. Saying I personally attacked you is just a simple way of saying that Im going to hurt your feelings by saying whatever I can think of to might hurt you. Do you remember that? It doesn't feel good to have something thrown in your face that you try so hard each and everyday to overcome and try to prove. But if that person still gives you really no idication that you have improved..what do you do? Do you just give up? Do you keep trying? And if you do keep trying, will it make a difference? Sometimes I think that you hold things over my head and sometimes I think that you dont really think you have any faults; which I know you dont entirely think that but whenever we argue, you always seem like you think your right and even if your wrong your going to try and prove your right so that you dont have to look like the bad guy and so that you dont have to say your sorry. I don't care if I do absolutely nothing wrong and it's all your fault, I still say Im sorry because I know your upset. Why can't you do the same for me? Why do you have to debate every little thing I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-8258494344250508472?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/8258494344250508472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/fighting-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/8258494344250508472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/8258494344250508472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/fighting-fair.html' title='Fighting Fair'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1443367499896698471.post-3557911810202463571</id><published>2009-12-09T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:41:16.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now a blogger AGAIN</title><content type='html'>My name is Kandise. And you probably already knew that. I used to blog all throughout college and some of high school. I thought it was a good way to express my feelings because rarely did people ever read what I was actually writing. And if they did, I really didn't care. I never got into keeping the whole "journal/diary" thing. I had horrible hand writing so I probably couldn't even read what I wrote if I tried to reread it. You know that half cursive/half print handwriting thing? That's what I did. But anyway, this new blog is going to keep up with my new life. Graduating college, figuring out my future, my everyday life... so stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1443367499896698471-3557911810202463571?l=darlingkandise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/feeds/3557911810202463571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-now-blogger-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3557911810202463571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1443367499896698471/posts/default/3557911810202463571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingkandise.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-now-blogger-again.html' title='I am now a blogger AGAIN'/><author><name>Kandise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440429513966251835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtNspQglKwU/TOWbMqTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1pweDraMjDs/S220/62848_853834566760_23918616_45124239_956486_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
