tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83044775978860163852024-02-07T22:44:36.759-07:00Oh, the experience of this sweet life.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-78185415783309018712008-11-29T01:04:00.002-07:002008-11-29T01:11:10.219-07:00Are You Kidding Me?!!Well, Black Friday is over. A Wal-Mart employee was trampled to death in New York by a crowd of 2,000. Two men shot and killed each other in a Palmdale, California Toys 'R' Us. I'm happy to say that I survived with no injuries.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-89846181070454773952008-11-28T11:24:00.006-07:002008-11-28T11:47:48.209-07:00You Don't Really Care For Music, Do Ya?I have been making many changes in my life as of late. Trying to make the ones that would make my life significantly better. Changes that would make me a better person. Changes that would make my life a good life. It's important to remember that change isn't always easy, and sometimes doing what is best for you hurts and is hard.<br /><center><br /><object width="400" height="319"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_NpxTWbovE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_NpxTWbovE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"></embed></object><br /></center><br />Right now, this song is playing in my head. It's been there all morning. It's sort of a lament. It expresses exactly what I'm feeling at this moment in my life. There is a sort of beauty in melancholy and uncertainty.<br /><br />On another note: Thanksgiving was amazing. I am truly blessed, and thankful for all the wonderful things and changes that are taking place in my life. I also hope that the few who got a phone call from me and Jeremy singing "Because I Have Been Given Much" in our best BYU Men's Choir voices appreciated them. We thought we were pretty funny. Go see the new Disney movie, "Bolt." It is really cute.<br /><br />Happy Black Frizzle. Work is going to be retail hell today.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-61968697514038144212008-09-08T17:50:00.003-07:002008-09-08T18:01:58.297-07:00Carry On, I Suppose.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5Qp5HC1gOJ4w3rwj1W9B7sbqFvziE2Scec1WTycmyhDdqxuMGXSH69iK4gyJsvlVniQymKYPnaVmdCH1iNZNNylhoH85WzRUxndgPv558F4zGh92YNL8ucw1E90N4XtAFkh4cSe0ttaY/s1600-h/ocean3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5Qp5HC1gOJ4w3rwj1W9B7sbqFvziE2Scec1WTycmyhDdqxuMGXSH69iK4gyJsvlVniQymKYPnaVmdCH1iNZNNylhoH85WzRUxndgPv558F4zGh92YNL8ucw1E90N4XtAFkh4cSe0ttaY/s400/ocean3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243817664907689250" /></a><center><br />“Though you break your heart, men will go on as before.”<br /> -Marcus Aurelius</center>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-38401089715141166442008-08-29T17:16:00.007-07:002008-08-29T17:25:09.099-07:00Coming to a Theater Near You...<object width="400" height="319"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuiL090iDiU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuiL090iDiU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"></embed></object><br /><br><br />This is mostly for my sister and Angie. I laughed so hard when I saw it.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-49970300912171759282008-08-29T10:32:00.003-07:002008-08-29T10:36:54.076-07:00Shay Shay!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JPabiLsRQol7LGh_HDlJUqeq98PBbJ6u-B1x98dgAqsaB2PUpRv3RYHgQn9AzKIfmrAxoJUawHPATPQ_GrAaGDP1CwSyzfIDzNAEBFuV1hnn0f0Cqxglik4RlROHII35ktXd7BJwTNnK/s1600-h/chadshay.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JPabiLsRQol7LGh_HDlJUqeq98PBbJ6u-B1x98dgAqsaB2PUpRv3RYHgQn9AzKIfmrAxoJUawHPATPQ_GrAaGDP1CwSyzfIDzNAEBFuV1hnn0f0Cqxglik4RlROHII35ktXd7BJwTNnK/s400/chadshay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993954358766578" /></a><br />I just wanted to post this picture of Shay and myself because it is too damn cute not to. Shay is truly one of the most genuine people you could ever meet. I am very lucky to have her in my life.<br /><br />She paid me a very nice compliment that night too. She said I remind her of Edward.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-61601971850121916882008-08-25T10:55:00.004-07:002008-08-30T23:33:51.906-07:00Slow Decay.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkrGxxbP6y-lySxT6sZCMAroOVkZei_9Ng1kF5_vY8asAcFSHnCyu7AgKUiLJ9GUSIZaoRnq7CDtPBM3O84YiI2idJsnq70h_uw1HvoRNBy7RQL4nT2uiL0gzjzFlYNe1362i2csrwJ9P/s1600-h/selfportrait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkrGxxbP6y-lySxT6sZCMAroOVkZei_9Ng1kF5_vY8asAcFSHnCyu7AgKUiLJ9GUSIZaoRnq7CDtPBM3O84YiI2idJsnq70h_uw1HvoRNBy7RQL4nT2uiL0gzjzFlYNe1362i2csrwJ9P/s400/selfportrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238515737989630930" /></a><br />This is my self portrait today. I feel sad. I feel dead. There is too much noise in my head.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-77178698671566132082008-08-17T09:37:00.003-07:002008-08-29T10:30:17.509-07:00Bump In The Night!I woke up this morning at 3:45am to my car alarm going off. I went outside to check it out, and somebody had hit the hood of my car with a hammer or a screwdriver or something. I went back to bed and about ten minutes later, my alarm went off again, and somebody had put a second dent in my hood!<br /><br />I called the police this morning around seven, and they promptly came to have me fill out a report. The police officer told me that it was definitely somebody who was doing it intentionally to me, and asked me if I have any enemies. Omigosh! I don't necessarily have enemies, but there are people who don't like me. But are there any that would really go out of their way to damage my property?!! It's kind of exciting to me in way. Somebody out there feels like I am important enough, and I have damaged their ego enough, to drive all the way to Spanish Fork to vandalize something that I don't really care about. It's just a car. And it makes me laugh a little bit inside.<br /><br />My comepletely random: The world needs one religion. I hate to use the word religion too. The very word suggest that one should conform to a certain way of thinking. It's not Mormonism. It's not Catholicism. It's not Islam. I actually think it should remain nameless. It's fundamental belief system should be the cessation of pain and suffering, the appreciation of beauty and diversity, the recognition of everyone's desire to be happy and to be loved. I also believe that at the head of this religion, should be a Creator who should remain nameless and formless. This creator could be represented as a man, or a woman, or even a sunset, or a beautiful melody.<br /><br />This thought just popped into my head as I was sitting on my back porch this morning. I'm sure I need to think it through a lot more. But, hmmm, maybe I'm onto something.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-3769486180634039002008-08-14T18:05:00.006-07:002008-08-15T02:52:47.693-07:00It Finally Happened...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNBWf54RvsI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNBWf54RvsI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"></embed></object><br><br />There is always a song running through my head. Every single second of every single day. Right now, it is "I'm Going Slightly Mad" by Queen, my favorite band of all time. I'm wondering if this is a precursor of things to come or if it's just a catchy tune that's surfaced into the active part of my brain. I do have to say, however; that I have felt slightly manic these past few weeks. I have been writing/thinking the most random things. I am afraid I might really "be missing that one final screw," and I kind of enjoy it. (Enter psychotic laughter.)Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-68720047471102086102008-08-10T11:04:00.004-07:002008-08-10T11:09:48.352-07:00Sunday Thought:<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRvhRhWWE44&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRvhRhWWE44&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"></embed></object><br /><br /><center>We should all aspire to be green.</center>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-76941091472969012412008-08-09T07:03:00.005-07:002008-08-09T07:34:53.456-07:00I'd Like To Dress Up In You!After three days of rainy/cloudy/overcast weather, the sun is out again, and the sky is a perfect blue. For the last week or so, there's been a lone violinist bleeding the saddest song in the back of my heart. With this morning's emergence of sunny rays, I am determined and confident that I will be able to take that dreary solo, and turn it into an orchestra of playful piano chords, trombone bantering, and perhaps, some crazy person with an enormous set of cymbals! I'm not sure why it's been so hard for me to be happy this past week, but I'm still pressing forward!<br /><br />My completely random: I would have given a kidney to be at the Olympic ceremonies last night. I still believe in world peace.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-2494025689170833232008-08-03T21:29:00.005-07:002008-12-11T03:26:52.293-07:00Twilight Is Very Similar To Dawn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvChb3wxay7NoCcapqlcR_I6365Kqmx_IdwH-CK-rXwwubi7UxmEDMg4JqdpzY5khunJqJnXhZ6kmHXvc6qaO8_1YJoYxfFqGG2MzeNS6R4vwhharud_tOwTm9SGVoaiWU7j3uKPz3g52/s1600-h/chaded2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvChb3wxay7NoCcapqlcR_I6365Kqmx_IdwH-CK-rXwwubi7UxmEDMg4JqdpzY5khunJqJnXhZ6kmHXvc6qaO8_1YJoYxfFqGG2MzeNS6R4vwhharud_tOwTm9SGVoaiWU7j3uKPz3g52/s400/chaded2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230515157992072962" /></a><br />I was driving to Salt Lake City this afternoon for brunch, and this black BMW 780 sped past me and then darted into my lane cutting me off. I didn't get mad. Not at all. I just smiled, and said out loud, "You are a beautiful car. Mine is on its way." Hearing myself say those words, without any hesitation, made my smile grow even larger. I have amazing things coming my way, and with each passing day I realize more and more that I might actually be quite fabulous. I have a lot to offer the world, and I'm up for the challenge. I also know that when you offer your services to the world, the world offers up its services to you. Yes, even shiny cars.<br /><br />While my current mood is sloping downward at this moment due to guilt, mostly, I am filled with an underlined sense of hope and bliss. Today was a day filled with good friends and kind words (and beer and champagne). Although my skin feels tremendously thin right now, and my ribcage is nowhere near enough protection for my weary heart, I know I'm going to be fine. <br /><br />Completely random: I am nearly two hundred pages into the book Twilight, and I am already in love with Edward. All you mothers/ladies out there, I now understand what all the hype is about.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-8921367266537443582008-08-02T20:04:00.011-07:002008-08-02T20:40:00.739-07:00I Have Become A Virgin<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4h0BBHXGsEs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4h0BBHXGsEs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"></embed></object><br><br />Chad: "Why are relationships so hard?"<br />Siara: "Relationships are only hard for beautiful people."<br />Chad: "I know, and why is that?"<br />Siara: "Beautiful people always have to worry that they'll be replaced by someone more beautiful. Ugly people are just happy to have found someone."<br /><br />See, Siara. Elizabeth and I really aren't that different.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-81960219360856513622008-07-30T06:29:00.006-07:002008-12-11T03:26:52.511-07:00Happy Birthday To Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ybQGz3RoLHBDXDo-QzFVgJEGqQ7w76l5fpIr0M56foIDWAxFDMzIMfpRrwtoSBvffmeMcsdXw6pdxb_Tx2T_C4EyZrp0F1hyKcfs3ny07-AKyKnDwz_Kkkoq4GD1s-3zkA-RpzjM6wE0/s1600-h/baby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ybQGz3RoLHBDXDo-QzFVgJEGqQ7w76l5fpIr0M56foIDWAxFDMzIMfpRrwtoSBvffmeMcsdXw6pdxb_Tx2T_C4EyZrp0F1hyKcfs3ny07-AKyKnDwz_Kkkoq4GD1s-3zkA-RpzjM6wE0/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228798686679175650" /></a><br />I used to be a little guy, it's true. Thank you, God, for twenty-eight years.<br /><br /><a href="http://adayinthelifeofdari.blogspot.com/2008/07/chads-birthday.html">Thank you, Dari, for the birthday tribute!</a>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-49554504717671667362008-07-28T08:49:00.002-07:002008-12-11T03:26:52.634-07:00Dharamsala, Here I Come!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDhaFBRavjQbOB3SruopZl-sXRZU0twV121E42NUhLDHYurmRc9-qSz8zsl5w7Aesa15sU66be7AY0O3dfHFaxJEedonJ1J_XkY70NEA6pL4iN9CO77m9vVjlVN5kBHRxz9Ok5j1rfD8y/s1600-h/away2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDhaFBRavjQbOB3SruopZl-sXRZU0twV121E42NUhLDHYurmRc9-qSz8zsl5w7Aesa15sU66be7AY0O3dfHFaxJEedonJ1J_XkY70NEA6pL4iN9CO77m9vVjlVN5kBHRxz9Ok5j1rfD8y/s400/away2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228092918345273986" /></a><br />I asked my mom for a one-way ticket to India for my birthday. She said no.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-50759580489378235692008-07-26T10:46:00.004-07:002008-12-11T03:26:52.887-07:00My Name Is Chad, and I'm a Java-holic.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixIf7UApDavU6IYvTRy70xWgLozdG8aLwf6HPQiS2qUwqK1lsrodJjprpvcqHM6n2hJ3Y8j6X1Ua12dMHYFCWrD-n5UzTW64u73ea7mNhOvywlofG4rctJ61FF4mnZL514F3lJ9Ph4bfMr/s1600-h/java.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixIf7UApDavU6IYvTRy70xWgLozdG8aLwf6HPQiS2qUwqK1lsrodJjprpvcqHM6n2hJ3Y8j6X1Ua12dMHYFCWrD-n5UzTW64u73ea7mNhOvywlofG4rctJ61FF4mnZL514F3lJ9Ph4bfMr/s400/java.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227383769962688626" /></a><br /><center>Java Monsters are not habit forming. I should know, I drink two everyday.</center><br /><br />(Notice my other vice in the background? Yes, Ed Hardy, you have my heart.)Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-5979567221271712882008-07-25T15:15:00.018-07:002008-07-26T09:11:59.307-07:00Death By Reality Television.<center><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyv6ZlT6aIfe-gQjMQi7vkq3XUcZikEqLxJgbl7peOK1rns4u0dcQa0hCldAZCkiDBS19UGarSDUgxLAytOOA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></center><br />Okay, so, I'm not <i>really</i> depressed. I'm actually far from it, but any excuse I have to make a pouty face, I'll take it. I do have a lot on my mind though, and I have not really had a good night's sleep in several days. I'm not complaining as they've been <i>great</i> nights, there's just been no sleeping. I think the exhaustion of going going going, along with the excessive (excessive for me) drinking, has finally caught up with me. But now with a good six hours of sitting, resting, reading, munching, and television watching under my belt, I am ready to go non-stop for another week.<br /><br />I've decided a few things today, while sitting on my lazy keister. I've decided I know nothing about dating; I don't know how to do it, <i>and</i> it scares the hell out of me. I've decided that unless you are going somewhere fabulous, a week and a half off from work is really unnecessary. I've also decided that I still am not where I belong. I'm not unhappy, but I'm not where I belong. I need to figure out what I'm going to do about it.<br /><br />I read the first 40 pages of <u>Into the Wild</u> this morning. It made me cry. I want to leave life as I know it sometimes. Actually, I want to disappear a lot of the time. There is this fire of exploration and discovery that burns inside of me, and its embers are red hot inside my soul! I want to see every part of the world and bathe in it's beauty. I want to meet people, and learn from them. I want to be surrounded by the dangers that lurk in the shadows of the most remote locations, and then bask in the serenity of the most picturesque settings. I want no possessions. I want to explore not only the world, but have the freedom, time and space to explore my self. Not myself, but my "self," that innermost part of my being. I am wondering if I should've left when I originally planned on going. I don't regret anything thus far in my life, but I fear that if I never go, that would be the one thing in my life that would make me saddened on my death bed.<br /><br />On a <i>completely</i> different note, I'd like to use the word "austere" more often.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-7319085200900322842008-07-24T11:48:00.003-07:002008-07-24T12:18:14.097-07:00A Little Ditty, 'Bout Zach and Diana.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtuyYAL-nNY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtuyYAL-nNY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Sushi dinner: $35. Two tickets to Pat Benatar: $107. Vodka Redbulls: $40. Having one of the most amazing nights ever: Priceless.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-34779626390351619582008-07-23T10:40:00.012-07:002008-12-11T03:26:53.591-07:00My Cup Runneth Over.There's a lot I'd like to write about, but I don't have quite enough time today. I suppose I will just give a quick reminder to anybody out there who might be reading my humble blog, that the key to being truly happy, and to continue attracting the blessings that bring happiness, is to practice gratitude. Trust me, this is one thing in life of which I am sure. Three things for which I am grateful for today:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmY_JzqQQNCt0fL917ZoBmPj-aUL0ytehaEST8v2Z6rxJtdm5jqmgHHiaMXbzu4YJS3iG1uGH0K9x9fByHMm3TllCIgnCBCqkhJmbyBN1VvY7_5Pdo6h6PS-TbclcJZ7Lij17qz9jwPODA/s1600-h/chadandkacee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmY_JzqQQNCt0fL917ZoBmPj-aUL0ytehaEST8v2Z6rxJtdm5jqmgHHiaMXbzu4YJS3iG1uGH0K9x9fByHMm3TllCIgnCBCqkhJmbyBN1VvY7_5Pdo6h6PS-TbclcJZ7Lij17qz9jwPODA/s400/chadandkacee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226273907291166834" /></a> <center>My beautiful sister, and our date to the John Mayer concert on Monday.</center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuV2iDzFenfbJaYL7VaSLOpwVyS6bsBkR2KdOLNV72bfLsD8Udkwx0gD02q2z8NTnJRm0PxxvGjbaQ2MnY5PzsrdmNskFt-HzD5pIecMp6XVB24ivUJpDcVKaeGUYQ53hnytfdJMF505Sr/s1600-h/IMG_2435.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuV2iDzFenfbJaYL7VaSLOpwVyS6bsBkR2KdOLNV72bfLsD8Udkwx0gD02q2z8NTnJRm0PxxvGjbaQ2MnY5PzsrdmNskFt-HzD5pIecMp6XVB24ivUJpDcVKaeGUYQ53hnytfdJMF505Sr/s400/IMG_2435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226276038571725250" /></a><center>Siara. For her friendship <i>and</i> her toothbrush.</center><br />And the last thing I'm grateful for, I've just decided to keep to myself, but I will leave you with this:<br /><br />"Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's what's in the middle that counts. So, when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will."<br /><br />My heart feels hope.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-797028784901458742008-07-07T12:16:00.003-07:002008-07-07T12:20:28.928-07:00A Touch of Crazy.I'm going to do <u>whatever</u> it takes. Some people should be very afraid.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-26534208036378285082008-07-01T13:31:00.004-07:002008-12-11T03:26:53.799-07:00Wait a Minute, Mister Postman!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvlAFHtVCdASFc6AEGyuXdUjrFmqHnyAhXDhvFaraa9zbSvOwZfIQzotdl1_8JfWbWWUOiDktyO-B8nPvdrSH5KynRiNzOWds-l7sVDRMLiSvetyryODcBTJHFIU3rl_QTdi8eKlUpKLQ/s1600-h/adi1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvlAFHtVCdASFc6AEGyuXdUjrFmqHnyAhXDhvFaraa9zbSvOwZfIQzotdl1_8JfWbWWUOiDktyO-B8nPvdrSH5KynRiNzOWds-l7sVDRMLiSvetyryODcBTJHFIU3rl_QTdi8eKlUpKLQ/s400/adi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218164636369271618" /></a><br />I have a pen pal who draws me the best pictures in the world! Thanks, Adilynn. Uncle Chaddy loves you.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-36495226709127447062008-06-30T17:48:00.004-07:002008-12-11T03:26:53.976-07:00My Little Lamb. (If You Knew Her, You'd Understand.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7OnMXzzzSyCk6SenG_lETxqUJx5t-iZ7HCYPAQwV-P2qtwlAN904AZL5NyJnN6o0UlsLBf8H7iT-ssaK8azWLdyPmqVwYBbaPhiJPW5ptCNM9jEaHNZmYXbv7Zqx_SJmus60SmIf4Dt2/s1600-h/sexy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7OnMXzzzSyCk6SenG_lETxqUJx5t-iZ7HCYPAQwV-P2qtwlAN904AZL5NyJnN6o0UlsLBf8H7iT-ssaK8azWLdyPmqVwYBbaPhiJPW5ptCNM9jEaHNZmYXbv7Zqx_SJmus60SmIf4Dt2/s400/sexy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217842207222425490" /></a><br /><center>My "lova", Candace, and me at The Foundry Grill in Sundance.</center>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-56042093047828424472008-06-27T19:26:00.006-07:002008-06-27T20:30:47.548-07:00Can I Help You Find A Size?I am a mall rat again. I started back at American Eagle. I will be working there on Saturdays, some Mondays, and floorsets. I went to the mall today for the first time in about three months. I've been avoiding the mall because of somebody in particular, but when I thought about it, I realized that the mall <i>is</i> actually <i>my</i> turf! I'm so excited to be able to work with Jen, which really won't feel like work at all; go on my breaks with Siara, who works at Nodstrom <i>and</i> gets a discount at the Nordstrom cafe; and running into all my long lost retail friends.<br /><br />On a completely different topic, Siara lent me the movie Paris, Je T'aime. I've watched one short film from it twice, and I'll probably watch it two more times before I return it. It makes me happy when I watch it, and Gaspard Ulliel isn't too hard on the eyes either. <br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i9iFoX3Ra0&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i9iFoX3Ra0&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br />And finally, my second favorite.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0XZxYDQ5z8&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0XZxYDQ5z8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-23441137114819218012008-06-25T22:33:00.005-07:002008-06-25T23:33:41.835-07:00My Bedtime Story.I am an extraordinary soul, trapped in a mediocre man's body. I want to shed my skin and take flight!Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-34418975150959030112008-06-24T11:10:00.006-07:002008-12-11T03:26:54.267-07:00Here Comes the Sun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4P6qYhttilzlEU606Il0Lf9Hjm6vjQKAySL6GYNG1S3DbjOGLBwwfZHWqqLycUaPnWZU4v_d4D22eahr5DHU4mcBFzKfni5YNVX4M2fN4CUgjBdNdBxUopPDSSKEe8gJewZT2kpcmasa/s1600-h/bikeride.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4P6qYhttilzlEU606Il0Lf9Hjm6vjQKAySL6GYNG1S3DbjOGLBwwfZHWqqLycUaPnWZU4v_d4D22eahr5DHU4mcBFzKfni5YNVX4M2fN4CUgjBdNdBxUopPDSSKEe8gJewZT2kpcmasa/s400/bikeride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215512666922827250" /></a><br />Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?<br />Thou art more lovely and more temperate.<br />Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,<br />And summer's lease hath all too short a date.<br />Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,<br />And often is his gold complexion dimmed;<br />And every fair from fair sometime declines,<br />By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:<br />But thy eternal summer shall not fade<br />Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,<br />Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade<br />When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.<br />So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,<br />So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<br /><br />-William Shakespeare<br /><br />I am happy. I am loved. I am smitten. I am progressing. I love the summer.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304477597886016385.post-17812245694788129282008-06-20T17:45:00.001-07:002008-06-20T17:47:35.098-07:00Rub-A-Dub-Dub.I have a confession. Sometimes I try and turn women on while I am shampooing their hair.Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415850510876631380noreply@blogger.com5