<?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-1895515964969430335</id><updated>2012-01-22T23:36:35.996-05:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='News Icons'/><category term='SF Giants'/><category term='Ft. Lauderdale'/><category term='beach'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SgcxUcDE0_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/pTg0nzWmIf8/s320/AR005102.JPG'/><category term='Sweden'/><title type='text'>AJCandrian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7351057958902139177</id><published>2012-01-04T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:59:17.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>2012 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;CORONADO, CALIF.&lt;/b&gt; - I'm not normally one to publicly declare new year resolutions on a blog, or anywhere on the internet for that matter. But this time, maybe if I say it out loud, it'll stick: So, let it be known that in 2012, I &lt;i&gt;will &lt;/i&gt;spend more time at the beach.*&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth and final leg of my Christmas vacation,  most of the family met up in San Diego to ring in 2012. It was heavenly and a good reminder that rest and relaxation is a must for a stress-free, happy life. So, I think it's safe to say that I can follow through with this resolution. No problem.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9zzaPynSnk/TwTFXPqsV3I/AAAAAAAABSI/5xF4flt5Mlw/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9zzaPynSnk/TwTFXPqsV3I/AAAAAAAABSI/5xF4flt5Mlw/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_190582490"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_190582491"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bon fire on the beach with old Christmas trees&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAyuUwxQgXY/TwTITBMtD7I/AAAAAAAABSg/SP4zoCt_jfE/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAyuUwxQgXY/TwTITBMtD7I/AAAAAAAABSg/SP4zoCt_jfE/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my rushed attempt to pack for December-like weather, I forgot to pack "beach attire"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jissXnAFfQ/TwTLL_m71cI/AAAAAAAABS4/w3AhTJds4-s/s1600/P1010977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jissXnAFfQ/TwTLL_m71cI/AAAAAAAABS4/w3AhTJds4-s/s320/P1010977.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the family enjoying the beginning of the new year&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*(And if I must get specific, West Coast beaches in particular&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I've  been called a beach snob, but they are just so much better than the  other side of the country in which I currently reside. And there's no  humidity. Please don't be upset by this, East Coast friends). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7351057958902139177?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7351057958902139177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7351057958902139177&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7351057958902139177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7351057958902139177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-resolutions.html' title='2012 Resolutions'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9zzaPynSnk/TwTFXPqsV3I/AAAAAAAABSI/5xF4flt5Mlw/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-3101803656408696627</id><published>2011-12-21T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:35:39.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Life in 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- It's that time of year again... when it ends. &amp;nbsp;As has been customary for the last few years, I put together a little Candrian family pictorial "Year in Review" video. &amp;nbsp;It just dawned on me that I have a bunch of funny videos I could have added... but... whatever. The pictures will sum up our 2011 well enough. &amp;nbsp;I promise to make next year's video slightly more flashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up 2011 in words would be near impossible. But I will use this one word to do the best I can: &lt;i&gt;unpredictable&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;For me, the year started out completely in the dark. My job with a former senator was ending, and I had no idea what was in store. I only knew that I shouldn't be worried about it, so I wasn't. &amp;nbsp;And, just a few weeks later, a call came. It happened to be from one of the only other &lt;a href="http://roberts.senate.gov/public/"&gt;member's of Congress&lt;/a&gt; (my list was &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; short) who I was interested in working for on Capitol Hill. And thus ensued a multitude of blessings. I am grateful beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope 2011 has treated everyone else well too. &amp;nbsp;Life is unpredictable, and sometimes pretty unexpected, and that's what makes it so memorable. Merry Christmas to all of you, and here's to a fantastic 2012 with more adventures and blessings to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rAyfItGPd5Q" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-3101803656408696627?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3101803656408696627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=3101803656408696627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3101803656408696627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3101803656408696627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-life-in-2011.html' title='A Good Life in 2011...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rAyfItGPd5Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6893103313910948675</id><published>2011-10-18T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:37:09.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today on Capitol Hill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- Capitol Hill is typically filled with the "who's who" in the political world, as you can imagine of the arena where laws are created. &amp;nbsp;And today was no different, I suppose. &amp;nbsp;I don't normally get excited over too many of the big shots though, unless there's a journalism connection (as I've explained &lt;a href="http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/07/live-from-rotunda.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/05/andrea.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) but today we had two "distinguished" guests make appearances that I got a little excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up... we had a man whose face I was very familiar with growing up, thanks to cinematic favorites such as Star Wars and Indiana Jones. Yes... &amp;nbsp;ladies and gentleman... I bring you Harrison Ford... straight from our nation's capital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cD95ScrDvo4/Tp4xuv0MpQI/AAAAAAAABQM/ga1cKVtx7aI/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cD95ScrDvo4/Tp4xuv0MpQI/AAAAAAAABQM/ga1cKVtx7aI/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He was in town, earring and all, meeting with the Senate General Aviation Caucus (yes, there is such a thing). &amp;nbsp;My boss is part of it, so I got to tag along for media purposes, of course. &amp;nbsp;For those of you who don't know, Mr. Ford is way into GA. &amp;nbsp;You can read more about his visit with the senators&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/blogs/click/1011/Harrison_Ford_meets_with_Aviation_Caucus.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, well before Mr. Ford's visit, I got to take a peak at another visitor that I was even more pumped was making an appearance at a Senate Finance Committee hearing, which my boss is also a member. &amp;nbsp;The topic of the hearing was about charitable giving. So, who better to testify then our very own Elder Dallin H. Oaks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR0qp3-6KVw/Tp4x1ipzoyI/AAAAAAAABQU/5Q8HeEnDG7g/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR0qp3-6KVw/Tp4x1ipzoyI/AAAAAAAABQU/5Q8HeEnDG7g/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing the feeling a man with such strong &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt;conviction&lt;/a&gt; can bring into a room, even when there are&amp;nbsp;democrats there (sorry, I had to). You can read more about his visit &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/news/52735689-78/charitable-deduction-tax-church.html.csp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things at work have been keeping me pretty busy, I guess you could say. &amp;nbsp;It's a lot of work sometimes keeping track of who's going to be where at what time around here. &amp;nbsp;But the views from my drive* home lately help solidify that I'm in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNaU_yXy-_I/Tp40hr7GhXI/AAAAAAAABQc/O2jQeGC5Klk/s1600/IMG00114-20111017-1813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNaU_yXy-_I/Tp40hr7GhXI/AAAAAAAABQc/O2jQeGC5Klk/s320/IMG00114-20111017-1813.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YP44d34vWQ0/Tp42JIwouXI/AAAAAAAABQk/NxAtwaAUf6k/s1600/IMG00116-20111017-1822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YP44d34vWQ0/Tp42JIwouXI/AAAAAAAABQk/NxAtwaAUf6k/s320/IMG00116-20111017-1822.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Don't worry, these pictures were taken while traffic was at a standstill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6893103313910948675?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6893103313910948675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6893103313910948675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6893103313910948675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6893103313910948675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-on-capitol-hill.html' title='Today on Capitol Hill...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cD95ScrDvo4/Tp4xuv0MpQI/AAAAAAAABQM/ga1cKVtx7aI/s72-c/IMG_0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-705778738321098096</id><published>2011-09-12T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:05:57.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday TWO you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- I feel like my blog recently has turned into one of those "mommy blogs" that some people find slightly annoying. &amp;nbsp;While I don't apologize, I whole heartedly admit that I quite enjoy being an aunt. &amp;nbsp;So, for the time being we can dub this an "aunty blog" until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy (my oldest nephew) turned &lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt; today. And even though he can't yet read, I wanted to give him a birthday shout-out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL &lt;i&gt;MICHAEL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One day he won't think it's so cool to hang out with his aunt, so I have to have fun with it while I can. &amp;nbsp;This video is kind of random, but it cracks me up. &amp;nbsp;This particular night at dinner he was told he had two options, so in the video he is trying to explain them, before he gets distracted by practicing his emotions. Check it out:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OBhbu3TsJ_U?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Skyped with him on Sunday and he politely demanded, "Aunt Andewa come to Michael's house!" &amp;nbsp;Oh how I wish I could take vacations there more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-705778738321098096?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/705778738321098096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=705778738321098096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/705778738321098096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/705778738321098096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-two-you.html' title='Happy Birthday TWO you!'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OBhbu3TsJ_U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5328003233512895176</id><published>2011-09-07T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:19:49.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Vacations, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- I love vacations. I. LOVE. VACATIONS. &amp;nbsp;I live for vacations. I wish Americans would just hurry up already and implement the European mentality of having several months a year worth of vacation time. Out of all the bits and pieces that American culture has borrowed from other countries, it will forever blow my mind that this simple concept was never implemented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I tried explaining this to someone at work this week and their response was, "Yeah, but those countries aren't very productive." &amp;nbsp;Well, you tell me which "productive" country's economy seems to be struggling right now? &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Hint: Starts with an U and ends with an SA)&lt;/span&gt; They seem to be doing just fine in Sweden. So, it seems to me a little more r &amp;amp; r time could do America some good. Agreed? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On that note, my latest vacation to Stockholm was just the rejuvenation I was craving. &amp;nbsp;But, as all vacations go, it ended much too quickly. And now I'm already ready for the next one. &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking somewhere with warm weather, and a beach, should be calling my name in the next few months. In the meantime, I will think of these wonderful people and places with fondness: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XKtPDatZRs/TmbkINfGb5I/AAAAAAAABKE/VkR51ZCsajI/s1600/DSC_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XKtPDatZRs/TmbkINfGb5I/AAAAAAAABKE/VkR51ZCsajI/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UW16IuQG2Q/TmbkNmxoS2I/AAAAAAAABKI/SpzAbOgDAGU/s1600/DSC_0307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UW16IuQG2Q/TmbkNmxoS2I/AAAAAAAABKI/SpzAbOgDAGU/s320/DSC_0307.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08sfGcWbG50/Tmbkg_rl5XI/AAAAAAAABKQ/l7WnfG74Ki8/s1600/DSC_0391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08sfGcWbG50/Tmbkg_rl5XI/AAAAAAAABKQ/l7WnfG74Ki8/s320/DSC_0391.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nXF4uovVz0/TmbkiZf2s6I/AAAAAAAABKU/KAAd3unHpfw/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nXF4uovVz0/TmbkiZf2s6I/AAAAAAAABKU/KAAd3unHpfw/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMVS3MyQRP0/TmbkmYRnOUI/AAAAAAAABKY/0iRFYQuu_vY/s1600/DSC_0415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMVS3MyQRP0/TmbkmYRnOUI/AAAAAAAABKY/0iRFYQuu_vY/s320/DSC_0415.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVf-raPHQlE/TmgsCDABisI/AAAAAAAABKk/p7Ftz1HkYkE/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVf-raPHQlE/TmgsCDABisI/AAAAAAAABKk/p7Ftz1HkYkE/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gvGLn187vg/TmbkxLuLwrI/AAAAAAAABKc/OmjyJGKi5ew/s1600/DSC_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gvGLn187vg/TmbkxLuLwrI/AAAAAAAABKc/OmjyJGKi5ew/s320/DSC_0316.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ank2AsMkxSM/TmguEkoQ7oI/AAAAAAAABKo/lZXKNJUyIpQ/s1600/DSC_0414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ank2AsMkxSM/TmguEkoQ7oI/AAAAAAAABKo/lZXKNJUyIpQ/s320/DSC_0414.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jP6W4MWsZaQ/TmbmbrneA1I/AAAAAAAABKg/ItKpZUzyz6w/s1600/DSCF2562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jP6W4MWsZaQ/TmbmbrneA1I/AAAAAAAABKg/ItKpZUzyz6w/s320/DSCF2562.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Rob and Lorena for being so hospitable! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5328003233512895176?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5328003233512895176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5328003233512895176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5328003233512895176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5328003233512895176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-vacations-please.html' title='More Vacations, Please'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XKtPDatZRs/TmbkINfGb5I/AAAAAAAABKE/VkR51ZCsajI/s72-c/DSC_0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8266431930912049525</id><published>2011-09-06T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:21:22.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN &lt;/b&gt;-- The other day, my hilarious nephew Michael and I went on a little outing to a shopping center not far from his house. It was such a nice, sunny day that I decided to buy him an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ice cream cone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After all, what two-year-old doesn't like ice cream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't until we got home that I realized why it took him more than &lt;i&gt;two hours&lt;/i&gt; to eat it.&amp;nbsp;His mother informed me that he had never had an ice cream cone before. This was his &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;WHAT?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;?! &amp;nbsp;Well then, I guess that would explain the several minutes of confusion (in several locations, I might add) that ensued, before he finally figured out exactly how to eat it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfCPVFU62pM/TmbXnBzH5iI/AAAAAAAABJk/ccCLrosLmGE/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfCPVFU62pM/TmbXnBzH5iI/AAAAAAAABJk/ccCLrosLmGE/s320/DSC_0318.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAEphciwKoE/TmbXp2bITXI/AAAAAAAABJo/n92g1yQNVVA/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAEphciwKoE/TmbXp2bITXI/AAAAAAAABJo/n92g1yQNVVA/s320/DSC_0321.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGbcUXRxQcg/TmbX4LEZA6I/AAAAAAAABJs/HhMWaw5Xcw0/s1600/DSC_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGbcUXRxQcg/TmbX4LEZA6I/AAAAAAAABJs/HhMWaw5Xcw0/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkgiZ4u2hkw/TmbX5yXsxhI/AAAAAAAABJw/rlALfhTmY_g/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkgiZ4u2hkw/TmbX5yXsxhI/AAAAAAAABJw/rlALfhTmY_g/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jch_5ZZjNYU/TmbcZFFVuwI/AAAAAAAABJ4/OqPjkwrP0Hw/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jch_5ZZjNYU/TmbcZFFVuwI/AAAAAAAABJ4/OqPjkwrP0Hw/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1h_U_QnKBO0/Tmbca_fpuGI/AAAAAAAABJ8/bnn7umXGorE/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1h_U_QnKBO0/Tmbca_fpuGI/AAAAAAAABJ8/bnn7umXGorE/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZsdHkslFvc/Tmbccl-FXaI/AAAAAAAABKA/VhKnSjLNg-g/s1600/DSC_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZsdHkslFvc/Tmbccl-FXaI/AAAAAAAABKA/VhKnSjLNg-g/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqoJn1A-g74/TmbYDlN5m3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/Scp7talhnWY/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqoJn1A-g74/TmbYDlN5m3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/Scp7talhnWY/s320/DSC_0354.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we finally made it home, we played a little game of "what does ice cream taste like." This kid cracks me up. Evidently, the feeling is mutual:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EUpV5WMfbXs?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8266431930912049525?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8266431930912049525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8266431930912049525&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8266431930912049525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8266431930912049525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time for Everything'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfCPVFU62pM/TmbXnBzH5iI/AAAAAAAABJk/ccCLrosLmGE/s72-c/DSC_0318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2830857113553609669</id><published>2011-08-31T05:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T05:14:37.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><title type='text'>One Last Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN&lt;/b&gt; -- The last few days of summer are winding down, and I'm spending them in Stockholm, where it already feels like fall. I've been hanging out with these little balls of energy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the park... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsZ_gIJmL8o/Tl32iCZD1zI/AAAAAAAABJE/HTsyH_SWAvA/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsZ_gIJmL8o/Tl32iCZD1zI/AAAAAAAABJE/HTsyH_SWAvA/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufskruNxruY/Tl32ocqLHDI/AAAAAAAABJI/O4dp4brNCh8/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufskruNxruY/Tl32ocqLHDI/AAAAAAAABJI/O4dp4brNCh8/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDlOhd0Aekk/Tl36K1ky0bI/AAAAAAAABJc/IQYfHxMYqBQ/s1600/P1010795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTRK2_uJois/Tl35zmfQkKI/AAAAAAAABJY/zQVDI9dDKco/s1600/P1010799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTRK2_uJois/Tl35zmfQkKI/AAAAAAAABJY/zQVDI9dDKco/s320/P1010799.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the "beach" on the Baltic Sea... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lm1oYKoW8Uw/Tl33XAq75kI/AAAAAAAABJU/pI-n7f4CTm8/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lm1oYKoW8Uw/Tl33XAq75kI/AAAAAAAABJU/pI-n7f4CTm8/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4nXoZZJgHw/Tl33SEcidWI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ywO9l3LjJ2s/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4nXoZZJgHw/Tl33SEcidWI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ywO9l3LjJ2s/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And spending a bit too much time on my iPad. Good thing we found some head phones!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOF2S8OyNCw/Tl33JLETILI/AAAAAAAABJM/kx240fgnb8E/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOF2S8OyNCw/Tl33JLETILI/AAAAAAAABJM/kx240fgnb8E/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six more days to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2830857113553609669?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2830857113553609669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2830857113553609669&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2830857113553609669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2830857113553609669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-more-summer-vacation.html' title='One Last Summer Vacation'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsZ_gIJmL8o/Tl32iCZD1zI/AAAAAAAABJE/HTsyH_SWAvA/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-190992827780574979</id><published>2011-08-13T23:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:25:51.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Wear Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PHOENIX, ARIZ.--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;The year I graduated from high school, the big graduation song on the radio was&amp;nbsp;"Wear Sunscreen." &amp;nbsp;Remember that one? It's not really a &lt;i&gt;song&lt;/i&gt;, but just some guy&amp;nbsp;giving all sorts of life advice, the prominent one, obviously, being to wear sunscreen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this past weekend I took a walk down memory lane with two of my favorite high school friends, Jill and Sommer.&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;met up in Phoenix to celebrate&amp;nbsp;Jill's engagement, and&amp;nbsp;were quickly reminded how important it is to follow the advice of the man in our graduation song to &lt;i&gt;wear sunscreen&lt;/i&gt;. The Arizona sun is&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;pretty brutal this time of year. Brutal. BRUTAL. And thus, after listening to it for the first time in years, we decided this &lt;i&gt;song&lt;/i&gt; really &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; offer a lot of great advice...&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bwVVpwBKUp0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reminded that this line from the &lt;i&gt;song&lt;/i&gt; holds a lot of wisdom in it, "Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.&amp;nbsp; Work hard to bridge the gaps&amp;nbsp;and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you&amp;nbsp;were young." &amp;nbsp;I sure love these ladies and have tremendously appreciated their friendship over the years...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFFCGggbQq4/TkVrebhS37I/AAAAAAAABI0/78JRW9Wgo3Y/s1600/P1010775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFFCGggbQq4/TkVrebhS37I/AAAAAAAABI0/78JRW9Wgo3Y/s320/P1010775.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jill, Sommer and Me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Also... congrats to the happy couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jK6QxWp2aEA/Tkc9DcMieAI/AAAAAAAABI4/ErfWnlcyNwc/s1600/J%2526J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jK6QxWp2aEA/Tkc9DcMieAI/AAAAAAAABI4/ErfWnlcyNwc/s320/J%2526J.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "trust me on the sunscreen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-190992827780574979?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/190992827780574979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=190992827780574979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/190992827780574979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/190992827780574979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/08/wear-sunscreen.html' title='Wear Sunscreen'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bwVVpwBKUp0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-4743096221011599625</id><published>2011-07-27T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:53:17.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News Icons'/><title type='text'>Live from the Rotunda</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- You would have thought I was a star-struck tourist on Capitol Hill today. I didn't even have a run-in with a celebrity or a famous politician either. Go figure, they're always walking the halls up here, but I don't usually get excited over any of those. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I probably couldn't spot a movie star if my life depended on it anyway. In fact, one time I shared an elevator with a famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashley_Judd"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, and my co-worker had to point her out to me.)&lt;/span&gt; Instead, I had an encounter with one of the most highly decorated network evening news anchors of the modern era, and I felt like a little kid in a candy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a dear friend who works for a &lt;a href="http://rules.senate.gov/public/"&gt;committee&lt;/a&gt; that's always "in the know," I got word that one of my journalism idols, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3667173/ns/nightly_news-about_us/"&gt;Brian Williams&lt;/a&gt;, would be&amp;nbsp;broadcasting the Nightly News live from the &lt;a href="http://www.aoc.gov/cc/cobs/rsob_rotunda.cfm"&gt;Russell Rotunda&lt;/a&gt;. He was in town recording a series called "Congress, Behind the Scenes," set to air on Dateline this weekend. &amp;nbsp;So, after work, I walked briskly through the tunnel that connects the Senate office buildings to the Russell Building so I could catch a glimpse of the broadcast icon. Soon enough, he made his debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfergJYAIpA/TjDBVzHt9zI/AAAAAAAABIo/_lxGBi2VMm4/s1600/P1010763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfergJYAIpA/TjDBVzHt9zI/AAAAAAAABIo/_lxGBi2VMm4/s320/P1010763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't just stick around until I got a good look at him. No, just a glimpse didn't satisfy me. I was one of those &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; onlookers who doesn't go away. I'm talking &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; annoying. I was even annoying myself, but I couldn't make it stop. I even tried telling myself, "Okay, Andrea, you've seem him. Time to go home." But I couldn't stop being interested. I just kept watching, snapping pictures and waiting. I was being completely unprofessional. And I knew it. I should have told onlookers I was just an intern, and maybe the situation would have explained itself away, but I had no shame. &amp;nbsp;So, when the 30 minute Nightly News broadcast ended and the famous anchor started walking away, I bolted after him. He went into the Kennedy Caucus room to meet a few people, and I just waited outside. Like a stalker. I should have been embarrassed at my behavior, but I was too excited at the chance to meet him. &amp;nbsp;So, when he popped back out to say hi to some kids (a five and seven-year-old nonetheless), I just squeezed myself into the line. Sorry kids, don't mind me. &amp;nbsp;I handed one of their parents my camera and they gladly obliged to my unprofessional request as I jumped in to shake his hand before he walked away. Pictured below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_km42RuzV7E/TjDBYdBWX4I/AAAAAAAABIs/985-VWLDA0c/s1600/P1010766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_km42RuzV7E/TjDBYdBWX4I/AAAAAAAABIs/985-VWLDA0c/s320/P1010766.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvQ_srbrQiI/TjDBbE37ewI/AAAAAAAABIw/__vt8lUlWgY/s1600/P1010767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvQ_srbrQiI/TjDBbE37ewI/AAAAAAAABIw/__vt8lUlWgY/s320/P1010767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Hi, my name's Andrea. I'm a dork and love watching the news. In fact, if I had to pick a journalist to marry, it would be you. You just have a way with words!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That isn't exactly what I said, but something equally as dorky ensued. "Hi, I'm Andrea. I used to be a reporter, and both you and &lt;a href="http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/05/andrea.html"&gt;Andrea Mitchell&lt;/a&gt; are my journalism idols. And Ken Strickland." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ken is a producer for MSNBC, standing in the middle of the picture wondering why I had suddenly gone cuckoo.) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;To which he replied, "Andrea Mitchell is much more deserving, but thank you." And that, my friends, is the entire story. After we shook hands, I continued to snap a few pictures for a few others, until his handlers told us to take it easy while Mr. Williams filmed a &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4457601_do-stand-up-tv-news.html"&gt;stand-up&lt;/a&gt;. If you happened to miss the Nightly News tonight, and seeing Brian Williams live from the Russell Rotunda, you can watch below. 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIRGINIA BEACH, VA&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- It's pretty easy to get lonely for family on the East Coast sometimes, so when any family member who lives relatively close to D.C. invites me down/up/over, I usually don't hesitate to oblige.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;One of my favorite cousins (it's a twin thing), who I feel is more like a little brother, has been serving his mission for the past two years in the Richmond, Virginia mission. &amp;nbsp;He's been in Virginia Beach for the last several months, which is roughly three hours from D.C., on a good traffic day (which, I'm not sure if one of those really exists). &amp;nbsp;You may recall that Amy and I popped in to his ward during Thanksgiving weekend a few years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpdJdNqkjHg/TgfaMHQCZzI/AAAAAAAABCw/E_jx7Mwmfqc/s1600/downsized_1129091213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpdJdNqkjHg/TgfaMHQCZzI/AAAAAAAABCw/E_jx7Mwmfqc/s320/downsized_1129091213.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;November 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We decided that before his mission ended, I needed to pay him a visit at church again. So, of course I told him no problem -- I'd make it happen. &amp;nbsp;So, this weekend, it was Elder Jeppesen's last Sunday as a missionary, so I headed down to Virginia Beach. &amp;nbsp;I was a tad under the weather and didn't know if it was going to happen, but how could I turn down a request to visit one of my last&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(and favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;relatives on the East Coast? &amp;nbsp;Not possible. And I'm so glad I went. Last night I decided to stop by his apartment to leave some cookies at his door... not thinking he'd be home. &amp;nbsp;Well, turns out, they had just gotten back, and were heading out for ice cream. &amp;nbsp;So, I tagged along. &amp;nbsp;It was so great hanging out with him and his mission companion and hearing the latest and greatest from life in the Richmond, Virginia mission as a missionary. And, even better yet, everyone was singing his praises at church today, and told me what a good missionary Elder Jeppesen was and how much they were going to miss him. &amp;nbsp;I told them I would pass the information along to his mother, because I'm sure she'd be so proud of this kid... &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I know, he's not even a kid anymore... &amp;nbsp;crazy... &amp;nbsp;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D5CCPVjkII/TgfbI5pArBI/AAAAAAAABC4/1cx7fnmrZqg/s1600/P1010699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D5CCPVjkII/TgfbI5pArBI/AAAAAAAABC4/1cx7fnmrZqg/s320/P1010699.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;June 26, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;His twin brother is in Ghana right now serving a mission, and gets home in October. &amp;nbsp;If only he knew that all it takes for me to visit is an invitation, I would so be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMKvWx1wqxc/TgfbBjcxP4I/AAAAAAAABC0/TLjNKPmYhLQ/s1600/230400_7495425124_623585124_306419_8808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMKvWx1wqxc/TgfbBjcxP4I/AAAAAAAABC0/TLjNKPmYhLQ/s320/230400_7495425124_623585124_306419_8808_n.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think this was circa 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Kirk, Brittany, Michael, me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Two years goes by pretty quick. But I'm grateful for cool moments like this weekend that the East Coast provides me. &amp;nbsp;And since all my East Coast relatives are pretty much gone now, I'm open for visits in other regions of the country/world too. &amp;nbsp;Please direct all invitations&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:AJCandrian@gmail.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-490407503843756710?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/490407503843756710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=490407503843756710&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/490407503843756710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/490407503843756710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-twin-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a Twin Thing'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpdJdNqkjHg/TgfaMHQCZzI/AAAAAAAABCw/E_jx7Mwmfqc/s72-c/downsized_1129091213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6723563583442427740</id><published>2011-05-27T11:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:08:00.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News Icons'/><title type='text'>Andrea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt; -- Back during my reporting days, I liked reading biographies about other journalists.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they were inspiring, somestimes entertaining, and sometimes they made me not want to be a reporter.&amp;nbsp; One such biography I read that encompased all those reactions&amp;nbsp;was Andrea Mitchell's from MSNBC.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today this broadcast journalism icon was on Capitol Hill speaking to press secretaries in the Senate. So, I brought my copy of her book, and as soon as she was done speaking, you better believe I darted straight to the front of the room to meet her, and to have her sign my book. She couldn't have been more gracious. And she was pretty excited to hear that I used to be a reporter as well&amp;nbsp;and that my name is also Andrea. We have so much in common. See the look of pure joy on her face... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zaabh_haSTo/Td--jHG-AFI/AAAAAAAABB4/_-LbFf29FFQ/s1600/Am+with+AC2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zaabh_haSTo/Td--jHG-AFI/AAAAAAAABB4/_-LbFf29FFQ/s320/Am+with+AC2.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was very&amp;nbsp;excited&amp;nbsp;to find out we share the same name&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjtbeMQq7zU/Td--iSAafAI/AAAAAAAABB0/Rri333HvTQ8/s1600/Am+with+AC3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjtbeMQq7zU/Td--iSAafAI/AAAAAAAABB0/Rri333HvTQ8/s320/Am+with+AC3.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know my picture was being taken, or I would have turned around and cheesed it up for the camera.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5rDexBo2BA/Td--sPnu2ZI/AAAAAAAABCA/01pM2j6oKdE/s1600/P1010611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5rDexBo2BA/Td--sPnu2ZI/AAAAAAAABCA/01pM2j6oKdE/s320/P1010611.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It says, "For the other Andrea- Best Wishes - Andrea Mitchell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And now I'm off to the beach.&amp;nbsp; What a great Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6723563583442427740?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6723563583442427740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6723563583442427740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6723563583442427740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6723563583442427740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/05/andrea.html' title='Andrea'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zaabh_haSTo/Td--jHG-AFI/AAAAAAAABB4/_-LbFf29FFQ/s72-c/Am+with+AC2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6104205245845429107</id><published>2011-05-16T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:40:45.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Then &amp; Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SALISBURY, MD&lt;/strong&gt;- I can think of fewer things more refreshing than getting away for the weekend with good friends. This past weekend I hung out with two former BYU roommates, Rachel and Bethany, on the Eastern Shores of Maryland, where Bethany lives.&amp;nbsp;I was roommates with them about eight years ago, and I can't tell you how glad I am we live in the same area and still keep in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;THEN (2002)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;NOW (2011)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Xf5SARVzo/TdGQgMnNf8I/AAAAAAAABBg/Vac1r48b_ws/s1600/Roomies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Xf5SARVzo/TdGQgMnNf8I/AAAAAAAABBg/Vac1r48b_ws/s400/Roomies.jpg" width="263px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-l5zQ6G1hM/TdGRk0lAUOI/AAAAAAAABBk/0nGK-Fsbdy8/s1600/Roomies2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-l5zQ6G1hM/TdGRk0lAUOI/AAAAAAAABBk/0nGK-Fsbdy8/s400/Roomies2.jpg" width="287px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Dewey the dog replaced Chrissy in the "now" picture. But, I'm told Chrissy is alive and well&amp;nbsp;somewhere in Oklahoma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weekend was centered around funny stories, good food and donuts.&amp;nbsp; Just what I needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9QSagjJO5c/TdGTgxTIvLI/AAAAAAAABBs/oBvalV5-aeQ/s1600/P1010588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9QSagjJO5c/TdGTgxTIvLI/AAAAAAAABBs/oBvalV5-aeQ/s400/P1010588.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6104205245845429107?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6104205245845429107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6104205245845429107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6104205245845429107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6104205245845429107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/05/then-now.html' title='Then &amp; Now'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Xf5SARVzo/TdGQgMnNf8I/AAAAAAAABBg/Vac1r48b_ws/s72-c/Roomies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5078223397349982207</id><published>2011-05-05T17:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:44:29.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I got you!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KNOXVILLE, TN&lt;/strong&gt;- Everytime I've needed a smile or a good laugh this week, I watch this video.&amp;nbsp; It works like a charm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8rvYiXnQvzg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Please ignore my big butt, and the fact that my camisole is sticking out (no it is not my underwear). Thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5078223397349982207?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5078223397349982207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5078223397349982207&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5078223397349982207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5078223397349982207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-got-you.html' title='&quot;I got you!&quot;'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8rvYiXnQvzg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-347241091663786375</id><published>2011-05-05T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:03:45.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SF Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Weekend Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- The SF Giants came to town this weekend for a four game series against the Washington Nationals. &amp;nbsp;So, as any good dad would do, he came to watch the games with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJNNYsjBk8M/TcIbRzds4xI/AAAAAAAABAU/fT_pKosABoc/s1600/IMG00026-20110430-1900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJNNYsjBk8M/TcIbRzds4xI/AAAAAAAABAU/fT_pKosABoc/s320/IMG00026-20110430-1900.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our national champions didn't play so well. Their star pitcher, Tim Lincecum, didn't pitch like much of a &amp;nbsp;star of anything on Friday. Here he is mid-windup...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIs4Z9e4lps/TcIcapSYioI/AAAAAAAABAY/dDC93sUfHHw/s1600/IMG00022-20110429-1929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIs4Z9e4lps/TcIcapSYioI/AAAAAAAABAY/dDC93sUfHHw/s320/IMG00022-20110429-1929.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday they brought in their secret weapon, Brian Wilson, who sealed their only win of the weekend. It was fun to watch and fun to see how many Giants fans live in our nation's capital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xInbraQRG3U/TcIcaqP1jaI/AAAAAAAABAc/c09fXtIGZl0/s1600/IMG00024-20110430-1847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xInbraQRG3U/TcIcaqP1jaI/AAAAAAAABAc/c09fXtIGZl0/s320/IMG00024-20110430-1847.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it was sure nice to have my dad around for a few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT5AlK4O2pk/TcIhO6YC7GI/AAAAAAAABAg/onxCQMl85mU/s1600/IMG00020-20110429-1842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT5AlK4O2pk/TcIhO6YC7GI/AAAAAAAABAg/onxCQMl85mU/s320/IMG00020-20110429-1842.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go Giants!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-347241091663786375?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/347241091663786375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=347241091663786375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/347241091663786375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/347241091663786375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-visitors.html' title='Weekend Visitors'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJNNYsjBk8M/TcIbRzds4xI/AAAAAAAABAU/fT_pKosABoc/s72-c/IMG00026-20110430-1900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-205583198413691113</id><published>2011-04-28T13:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:06:50.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Down South</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNOXVILLE, TN-&lt;/strong&gt; I headed down south to Tennessee for Easter this year to spend the weekend with Brittany and her family. The weather was mostly hot and humid, and I witnessed a nasty, windy&amp;nbsp;thunderstorm my last night in town. Thankfully I made it out before the big storms hit this week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While I was there we made a stop at the zoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y_-o5fMaX4/TbmYrgBi7EI/AAAAAAAAA_4/a_hAjgHpoMs/s1600/P1010463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y_-o5fMaX4/TbmYrgBi7EI/AAAAAAAAA_4/a_hAjgHpoMs/s320/P1010463.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hit up an&amp;nbsp;Easter egg hunt...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBKB19jzDvs/TbmY2p6dgvI/AAAAAAAAA_8/IRejf0iKSlY/s1600/P1010485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBKB19jzDvs/TbmY2p6dgvI/AAAAAAAAA_8/IRejf0iKSlY/s320/P1010485.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Played outside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zuFtZKENl9c/TbmY6_jCfJI/AAAAAAAABAA/EQxmnzugso0/s1600/P1010492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zuFtZKENl9c/TbmY6_jCfJI/AAAAAAAABAA/EQxmnzugso0/s320/P1010492.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and in James' favorite place: the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHFtQ3oQzlo/TbmZARnjEkI/AAAAAAAABAE/Q8gMWkx9Sgw/s1600/P1010508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHFtQ3oQzlo/TbmZARnjEkI/AAAAAAAABAE/Q8gMWkx9Sgw/s320/P1010508.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we took a little day trip to the Smoky Mountains. It was lovely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKz86biQNyo/TbmZJGWELjI/AAAAAAAABAI/CMdk4QrPAgY/s1600/P1010558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKz86biQNyo/TbmZJGWELjI/AAAAAAAABAI/CMdk4QrPAgY/s320/P1010558.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the end of the weekend, James was pooped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GU89nvAkKc8/TbmZdQyDyFI/AAAAAAAABAM/XZiusvX21FM/s1600/P1010560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GU89nvAkKc8/TbmZdQyDyFI/AAAAAAAABAM/XZiusvX21FM/s320/P1010560.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And these flowers in Britt's front yard... no longer exist. Last night those&amp;nbsp;big tornado-ish storms ripped them out altogether. I'm glad&amp;nbsp;Britt and her family are&amp;nbsp;all safe, even though their neighborhood didn't fare as well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lw26WQZeDoM/Tbmc_QNd11I/AAAAAAAABAQ/KJCPk18NA18/s1600/P1010503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lw26WQZeDoM/Tbmc_QNd11I/AAAAAAAABAQ/KJCPk18NA18/s320/P1010503.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been glued to the news all day. My prayers go out to all the victims of these deadly twisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-205583198413691113?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/205583198413691113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=205583198413691113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/205583198413691113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/205583198413691113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-down-south.html' title='Easter Down South'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y_-o5fMaX4/TbmYrgBi7EI/AAAAAAAAA_4/a_hAjgHpoMs/s72-c/P1010463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-215636726996223932</id><published>2011-04-26T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:38:11.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas at it's Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FT. RILEY, KS&lt;/strong&gt;-- I finally made it out to my new territory, where I got to play soldier for the day and ride around in this beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW0jX2N6deY/TbcdiJzMlyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/7JlK31hLHJk/s1600/P1010434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW0jX2N6deY/TbcdiJzMlyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/7JlK31hLHJk/s320/P1010434.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfTWPp6E9qU/Tbcdk3lVqGI/AAAAAAAAA_o/39dDxNfPujA/s1600/P1010437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfTWPp6E9qU/Tbcdk3lVqGI/AAAAAAAAA_o/39dDxNfPujA/s320/P1010437.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you think camoflage is my color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsMzdu4w2FQ/TbceLIKUOkI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RH2KIzsIccQ/s1600/P1010460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uErf2fePWYM/Tbcdns5XzoI/AAAAAAAAA_s/wfinQUcPWpc/s1600/P1010450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uErf2fePWYM/Tbcdns5XzoI/AAAAAAAAA_s/wfinQUcPWpc/s320/P1010450.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a good trip and I couldn't have been more impressed with the people of the great state of Kansas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In case you were wondering, most of the state pretty much looks like this...&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsMzdu4w2FQ/TbceLIKUOkI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RH2KIzsIccQ/s320/P1010460.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-215636726996223932?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/215636726996223932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=215636726996223932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/215636726996223932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/215636726996223932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/04/kansas-at-its-finest.html' title='Kansas at it&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW0jX2N6deY/TbcdiJzMlyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/7JlK31hLHJk/s72-c/P1010434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-468521576316078836</id><published>2011-04-08T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:26:15.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting Down and Budget Cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C. - &lt;/strong&gt;It's been a busy week on Capitol Hill preparing for the impending "shutdown." It bugs me on all fronts that such a thing is even happening, but that's another story not for&amp;nbsp;my blog. Today, while monitoring the news, I came across&amp;nbsp;one clip in particular that amused me, in which&amp;nbsp;FOX News' Carl Cameron dubs Capitol Hill the "theater of the absurd."&amp;nbsp; I think that title is appropriate given this week's (this month, this year, etc.) happenings (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lZ-mpowbFiI" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while we're on the topic of budget cuts, this email that came across my inbox today had me laughing outloud at my desk (particularly the bathroom/lunch break sections). Perhaps those of you reading this who are also bored at work&amp;nbsp;are in need of a laugh too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFECTIVE April 1, 2011 NEW OFFICE POLICY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we will assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sick Days:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Days:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bereavement Leave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend the funeral arrangements in your place. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bathroom Breaks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. After your second offense, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the 'Chronic Offenders' category. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company's mental health policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch Break: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;* Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.&lt;br /&gt;* Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Management&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-468521576316078836?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/468521576316078836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=468521576316078836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/468521576316078836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/468521576316078836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/04/shutting-down-and-budget-cuts.html' title='Shutting Down and Budget Cuts'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lZ-mpowbFiI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7029372649473049105</id><published>2011-03-17T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:12:22.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.-- &lt;/b&gt;Ever heard of retail therapy?&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I know there may be some skeptics out there, but I'm a true believer. &amp;nbsp;So, to soften the blow of turning the&amp;nbsp;big 3-0, I promised myself a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; nice present. &lt;a href="http://www.acura.com/ModelLanding.aspx?model=RDX"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what I got. &amp;nbsp;It's an Acura RDX. &amp;nbsp;And I'm in love. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EGrQNppp7YM/TYK5JEsRYEI/AAAAAAAAA_U/VUIb36EN1yc/s1600/IMG_5364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EGrQNppp7YM/TYK5JEsRYEI/AAAAAAAAA_U/VUIb36EN1yc/s640/IMG_5364.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got all the bells and whistles a gadget geek like me could possibly want. And so far it's therapy mechanisms seem to be working like a charm. &amp;nbsp;With cool new toys like this, turning 30 feels great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7029372649473049105?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7029372649473049105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7029372649473049105&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7029372649473049105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7029372649473049105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-ride.html' title='My New Ride'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EGrQNppp7YM/TYK5JEsRYEI/AAAAAAAAA_U/VUIb36EN1yc/s72-c/IMG_5364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2839564624377493365</id><published>2011-02-14T00:00:00.042-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:00:14.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On this Day Thirty Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C. --&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On this day 30 years ago, my parents had the best &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, I dare say, they've ever had. Identical twin girls were born. First, me. Followed by Brittany two minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tr-CYwzX7o0/TViesGKzxQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/69BhWVu2pVM/s1600/JOY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tr-CYwzX7o0/TViesGKzxQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/69BhWVu2pVM/s320/JOY.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Britt and I on our first birthday. I'm the one on the left. Don't you think JB looks a little like Britt here?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Saying I'm 30 is going to take some serious getting used to, and it kinda makes me cringe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brianandbritt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Britt&lt;/a&gt; and I are at vastly different stages of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She, the most darling wife and mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And I, a working woman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;But I think so far we've both turned out pretty darn good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I love that we get to share our birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ZTEpdjp08/TVin1mvCAjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/_0Ld1qGHIhc/s1600/P1010041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ZTEpdjp08/TVin1mvCAjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/_0Ld1qGHIhc/s320/P1010041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Happy birthday Britt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And happy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; to the rest of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;P.S. I promised my "BFF" Sommer Rushing Young a little shout out. Holla girl! &amp;nbsp;;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2839564624377493365?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2839564624377493365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2839564624377493365&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2839564624377493365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2839564624377493365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-this-day-thirty-years-ago.html' title='On this Day Thirty Years Ago'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tr-CYwzX7o0/TViesGKzxQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/69BhWVu2pVM/s72-c/JOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2974897104838769715</id><published>2011-02-09T14:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:01:15.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If It's Not Awkward, I'm Not doing It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- Dating awkwardness on The Mormon Bachelor. Take Two. This time, Rick Buck comes to the East Coast. And for that, I truly admire the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who need some refreshing on how this whole thing got started, you can read my previous blog post on the matter &lt;a href="http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/01/date-for-books.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And now, on with the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was busy doing who knows what, when I heard my phone vibrate. I glanced down to see "Rick Buck" on my caller ID. &amp;nbsp;I immediately thought, "Why is Rick calling?!" &amp;nbsp;After all, we only went out once, several weeks prior, and had minimal communication since then. We had engaged in a few text messages here and there, and that was it. &lt;i&gt;Clearly&lt;/i&gt;, this was going nowhere. I know how the game of dating is played. In fact, I'd like to say I'm an &lt;i&gt;expert&lt;/i&gt; at determining if "he's just not that into you." You don't believe me? &amp;nbsp;I'm serious. I'm &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I answered Rick's call, though to be completely honest I almost didn't, thinking Rick was going to say something along the lines of, "Hey, Andrea, I just wanted to thank you again for coming &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the way out to California to go out with me, but I have decided to move forward with other applicants." (My mind had been in job hunting mode, what do you expect). &amp;nbsp;Well, as it turns out, guys don't call girls to tell them that they are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; going to ask them out again, but thanks for playing. &amp;nbsp;So, the real conversation went more like this, "Hi Andrea, how's it going?!" &amp;nbsp;small talk, small talk, and then, finally, I say, "So, what's up?!" "Well, let's just get right to the point, I'm going to come out to D.C.... well, first I should ask, 'Will you go on a second date with me?!'" &amp;nbsp;I may have let a bit of laughter accidentally escape. Yes, Rick Buck, of course I will go on a second date with you. After all, this whole TMB thing has provided endless amounts of entertainment, like you don't even know, for my family and friends. So, yep. Count me in. Let the entertainment continue. I know, I know. You're probably thinking, "But Andrea, he could have&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; been into you. Give it a chance! He really could have been &lt;i&gt;the one&lt;/i&gt;, if you just would have taken this seriously!!!" Yeah, maybe you're right. But remember, as I stated above, I have a knack for these things. You don't learn nothing by being almost 30 and still in the dating game. Not to say he wasn't into me &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;, of course he liked me enough to go out again, but you know what I mean here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, phone call concluded, and it was determined that date #2 would be on Super Bowl Sunday. You all know how round two of the Mormon Bachelor works, where the &lt;i&gt;guy&lt;/i&gt; is supposed to &lt;i&gt;plan&lt;/i&gt; the date. Well, Rick had never actually been to D.C. before and his only request was that we had to watch the Super Bowl. For those of you obsessed with TMB, and paid attention to all the comments on my first date with Rick, there was one comment in particular offering to sponsor the date if Rick came to D.C. It happened to be from a cake company. SCORE! Cake just so happens to be one of my favorite foods. (I know, kinda gross, but I really love the stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Super Bowl Sunday, Rick took the Chinatown bus down from NYC, where he had another date the previous evening, and slipped into the back a few minutes late to my sacrament meeting. My buddies and I watched the jaws drop of the girls sitting in front of us. &lt;i&gt;TMB just walked into the Colonial 1st Ward, ohhhhh my gosh! &lt;/i&gt;Talk about a slightly awkward reunion. I jumped out of my seat as soon as the meeting precluded and gave the man a big bear hug for being brave enough to come to my neck of the woods for date two with all sorts of people gawking at us.&amp;nbsp;We jetted out of the chapel with our cameraman, Dave Marble in tow. On the way to our first stop we discussed the awkwardness of it all. I said something along the lines of "the more awkward the better." And Rick's reply set the theme for our date, and probably all dates thereafter, "If it's not awkward, I'm not doing it." Let that be doctrine for us all to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTPUjhn5JIY/TVM0JyLBCTI/AAAAAAAAA_A/B8P6yTfuhgk/s1600/P1010353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTPUjhn5JIY/TVM0JyLBCTI/AAAAAAAAA_A/B8P6yTfuhgk/s400/P1010353.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rick and I decorating our cakes. We're kinda cute, huh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, speaking of cakes, and speaking of awkward, our first stop was to &lt;a href="http://www.occasionallycake.com/Site/Occasionally_Cake/Home.html"&gt;Occasionally Cake&lt;/a&gt; in Arlington, where the one and only Sabrina Campbell gave us our own cake decorating class, as well as some lessons in dating. We whipped up some majorly awesome Super Bowl cakes. I the Steelers. And Rick the Packers, all whilst listening to Sabrina give us dating advice and stress the importance of how great married life is and furthermore how it is her wish for all Colonial 1st ward members, and all YSA's alike, to get off their hiney's and get hitched. Noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy, but rewarding two and a half hour cake decorating session, we took off for a Super Bowl party that I feared might be slightly awkward, more out of my fear of the unknown. I'll explain a bit: When Rick told me his only request was to watch the Super Bowl, I knew we had to do it up big. Go big, or go home, right? So I enlisted Dave Marble and his roommate to throw together a good crowd for the date. I never actually saw their invite list, so I was a little nervous if anyone would even show up. But, I should not have questioned it. Those boys know how to throw a party! And they did not disappoint. It was fantastic. And &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; people I cared about and loved in the greater D.C. vicinity showed up. &lt;i&gt;Thank you dear friends!&lt;/i&gt; It was probably my favorite part of the day. During half time we took a vote on the cakes. Drum roll please..... mine won. I did have home court advantage after all. Rick was an incredibly good sport, and even though he really just wanted to watch the game, he entertained all my friends who wanted to meet and talk to him. That alone could have won me over right there. If only. You know what I'm sayin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date did not conclude with the party. Oh no. The night was still young. Never mind that I was to start my brand new job the next day. D.C. monuments... here we come! &amp;nbsp;First stop, Lincoln Memorial. Next, Korean Memorial. Followed by the White House, and then a quick spin around the Capitol, Supreme Court and Library of Congress. We don't mess around for D.C. first timers. Yes, it was cold, but thanks to Rick's infamous hand-holding, things warmed up. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kidding, mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with our post-date interviews, where Rick and I decided to shake things up a bit and interview each other with some legit and not-so-legit questions. I think every date should end with a little drilling like that. &amp;nbsp;After all, if it's not awkward, I'm not doing it.&amp;nbsp; You can see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R9LuAF48XF0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately our interviews didn't make the cut in the above video, but thanks to Dave Marble, our date has a bonus video. So, to find out why Rick didn't kiss me, watch this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q_QIXJWjWEk" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to check out Rick's rendition of his on-the-road date &lt;a href="http://www.themormonbachelor.com/2011/02/rick-andrea.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And, as always, your comments on their site and mine are welcomed and even encouraged. There's even a sweet little giveaway as a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, concludes my Mormon Bachelor dating adventures. Thanks for tuning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so, that's not an adequate ending? &amp;nbsp;You're right. &amp;nbsp;Let me wrap it up appropriately. So, you all want to know what happens next, right? &amp;nbsp;Well, the TMB now picks one lucky lady to go out with on Valentine's Day. &amp;nbsp;So, will I be &lt;i&gt;the one&lt;/i&gt;? &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you can gather from all the information I've listed above how it ends with me. I would love to say... yep, I'll be his date on Valentine's Day (my birthday). &amp;nbsp;And I hate to ruin surprises, but I don't think this one is a fairy tale ending for me. I'm okay with that. Truth be told though, I like the guy. And if this were &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; dating, I think I could be so bold as to say we'd probably go out again. Rick is beyond stellar for even signing up to be the Mormon Bachelor. He has won the hearts of Mormon girls the world over. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(this may or may not be true).&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was most impressed with how genuine he was, and easy to get along with, and how he was always so willing to just go with the flow with a smile on his face, even with above-and-beyond awkward situations being thrown at him left and right. I wish him all the best as he continues to roll with the punches in this next round of dating. He deserves a fantastic outcome. Who knows, maybe our paths will cross again in the future. If only I could be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I will be eternally glad my twin sister signed me up for this adventure. Mostly because it gave me a good story to tell. And I love telling good stories. Awkward? Sure. Memorable? Yes. It has brought endless amounts of entertainment and amusement to my life that I never knew were lacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is the end of &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; story. Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2974897104838769715?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2974897104838769715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2974897104838769715&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2974897104838769715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2974897104838769715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-its-not-awkward-im-not-doing-it.html' title='&quot;If It&apos;s Not Awkward, I&apos;m Not doing It&quot;'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTPUjhn5JIY/TVM0JyLBCTI/AAAAAAAAA_A/B8P6yTfuhgk/s72-c/P1010353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1413749235499388546</id><published>2011-02-02T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:46:29.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- I am incredibly excited to announce I'll be starting a new job on Monday as press secretary for &lt;a href="http://roberts.senate.gov/public/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;, the senior senator from Kansas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TUnGDMsMgTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/_U84v02enR4/s1600/pat-roberts-500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TUnGDMsMgTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/_U84v02enR4/s1600/pat-roberts-500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TUnGDMsMgTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/_U84v02enR4/s320/pat-roberts-500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Notice any similarities to my last boss?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TUnGC5QdEOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HizYdQza_lA/s1600/Sen_Bennett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TUnGC5QdEOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HizYdQza_lA/s1600/Sen_Bennett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TUnGC5QdEOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HizYdQza_lA/s320/Sen_Bennett.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The press mixes them up frequently, because as Sen. Roberts calls it, the two are "follicly challenged."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A big THANK YOU to everyone for your prayers while this post-Sen. Bennett chapter in my life unfolded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't be more ecstatic to be joining Sen. Roberts' team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1413749235499388546?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1413749235499388546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1413749235499388546&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1413749235499388546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1413749235499388546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-job-announcement.html' title='New Job Announcement'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TUnGDMsMgTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/_U84v02enR4/s72-c/pat-roberts-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7207202119683970851</id><published>2011-01-16T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:20:42.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date for the Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOS ANGELES, CA&lt;/b&gt;-- Wow. Where to begin? &amp;nbsp;First off, I turn 30 next month. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(February 14th for those of you wishing to send cards/presents/chocolates/well-wishes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Doesn't that sound &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; old?! &amp;nbsp;So, I guess we'll start with &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, and an issue I generally steer clear of on my blog: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Now we're talking&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be 30 and still single. I mean, I guess, does anyone ever &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; that?&amp;nbsp;Along with my years of being single, has come countless dates: Fun dates, &lt;i&gt;not-fun-at-all&lt;/i&gt; dates, weird dates, incredible dates I wished would never end, &lt;i&gt;buh-ooooring&lt;/i&gt; dates where I would have preferred staring at blank wall instead, blind dates, dates with guys I've known for years... you get the picture. &amp;nbsp;If going on dates and having a lot of boyfriends somehow equates to getting married, then I would have been married a thousand times over by now. My last "breakup," finally cemented my long-standing theory that it is definitely &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; and not &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;. (Feel free to back me up here). I should have dedicated an entire blog to my dating woes, it would have made for some entertaining material. &amp;nbsp;But, had I of done so, it would have quickly been my dating demise, because I'm pretty sure no Mormon boy wants their good name smeared as comedy relief on anyone's blog. &amp;nbsp;It is a small world, after all. So, while I'm not one to normally blog about my dating life, I think a recent experience warrants a post. So, here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start this story by confessing that I'm a blog hopper. &amp;nbsp;I love reading goofy blogs and blogs that are linked to those blogs. &amp;nbsp;Last fall, I somehow came across&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.themormonbachelor.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"The Mormon Bachlorette"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog. &amp;nbsp;For those of you unfamiliar with it, a girl in Southern California came up with the idea to go out with 30 guys in 30 days with the hopes of finding "the one." &amp;nbsp;I remember initially thinking, "&lt;i&gt;Seriously&lt;/i&gt;?! Why are Mormons so weird?!" &amp;nbsp;In the end, I just really ended up admiring her for her gutsiness. &amp;nbsp;And, it worked. &amp;nbsp;She is now engaged. &amp;nbsp;Pretty crazy, eh? &amp;nbsp;The thing though that really got me hooked on the blog is that they posted "webisodes" of all her dates. &amp;nbsp;Someone actually followed this girl around on her dates and got them all on camera. &amp;nbsp;They were&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;so-ooo&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;awkward to watch... some of them &lt;i&gt;painfully&lt;/i&gt; awkward... that I couldn't stop watching. &amp;nbsp;I was hooked on this ridiculous blog. &amp;nbsp;Well, her "season" ended and the same group decided to do a spinoff and call it "The Mormon Bachelor." &amp;nbsp;This time one lucky guy would go on thirty dates with thirty girls with the hopes of finding his "true Mormon love," as the blog often refers. &amp;nbsp;Awkward, right? &amp;nbsp;You bet! &amp;nbsp;A month or so ago, the blog announced who the Mormon Bachelor would be, and it was one of my favorite guys who had gone on a date the previous season. &amp;nbsp;His name is Rick Buck. He's a &lt;i&gt;dentist&lt;/i&gt; from Rancho Cucamonga, California. And the video he put together to apply to be the Mormon Bachelor was A-MAZ-ING!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; it. &amp;nbsp;You all know how much of a geek I am about fantastically edited videos. &amp;nbsp;So, I emailed the link to my twin sister &lt;a href="http://brianandbritt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittany&lt;/a&gt; and told her to check it out, just because I thought she would think it was funny too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4OpYW-Ixt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4OpYW-Ixt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm sure you can already guess where this story is headed. And &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;, I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; sign myself up for a date. (Come on, you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; think I would do that?!) Instead, a few weeks ago, I got a text message from an unknown number saying, "Andrea, this is Dan from the Mormon Bachelor. I got your application and it looks great! When can we chat?" &amp;nbsp;You can imagine my shock and twinge of horror. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;He's got to be kidding! I applied for no such thing! I am not that desperate!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I immediately emailed my sisters demanding to know which of them was behind it. Turns out, my &lt;i&gt;dear&lt;/i&gt; sister Brittany was the culprit. Both she and our younger sister are married to dentists and apparently she thought two in the family wasn't enough. (Please note the sarcasm, but you saw that one coming, didn't you? &amp;nbsp;I might add, had the roles been reversed Brittany would have &lt;i&gt;killed&lt;/i&gt; me.) &amp;nbsp;Dan called me, explained everything, and said, "We'd &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; like you to do this! I think you'd have fun." (By the way, Dan is one of Rick's best friends, and helped "screen" the applicants.) &amp;nbsp;Dan was pretty convincing. &amp;nbsp;I quickly got over my irritation and before I had time to think about the potential awkwardness that lay ahead, I agreed to fly the nearly 3,000 miles to Southern California the next weekend to go on a date with Rick. &amp;nbsp;What was I &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;? &amp;nbsp;Ultimately, I figured I was overdue for both a trip to SoCal, and for a blind date. &amp;nbsp;And hey, I had the time. &amp;nbsp;So, why not? &amp;nbsp;While I'm not always up for awkwardness, I'm &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; up for an adventure. &amp;nbsp;And that's just what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Other then my pride being on the line, the most nerve-wracking part leading up to the whole thing was that I had to actually&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;plan&lt;/i&gt; the date, which is not my cup of tea. &amp;nbsp;I am not a planner. &amp;nbsp;So, I googled ideas of things to do in the Los Angeles area, and ultimately decided on being on the game show, &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/daytime/lets_make_a_deal/"&gt;Let's Make a Deal&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;hosted by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayne_Brady"&gt;Wayne Brady&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I've done just about everything you could possibly do in California, but be on a TV show. &amp;nbsp;And who doesn't have dreams of winning big on a game show? But the twist with this game show is that you have to &lt;i&gt;wear costumes&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be in the audience. &amp;nbsp;Those of you who know me best know that I can't stand Halloween, or anything involving wearing a costume... so this was a stretch for me. &amp;nbsp;Nonetheless, I gathered the tackiest DC gear I could find and called it good. I met up with Rick outside the studios, and right away I knew it would be a fun day. He couldn't stop smiling and even apologized for it. He was so excited about being on the show! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(And assumedly on a date with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a blast! We didn't get to be contestants, although we were pretty sure our chances were good after we blew producers away with the story of our blind date. But, we had fun anyway even just being part of the audience. Other audience members kept asking if we were &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; on a blind date, and wished us luck when we told them it was true. The producers even seated us on the front row, so for those of you "Let's Make a Deal" fans, you should be able to spot us on the show when it airs in a few weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TSlDF36fI1I/AAAAAAAAA-M/9lynr0jnp0s/s1600/P1010321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TSlDF36fI1I/AAAAAAAAA-M/9lynr0jnp0s/s400/P1010321.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Rick and I standing in the line outside the Sunset Bronson Studios in Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;After the game show we headed to dinner at a little Mexican food place down Sunset Boulevard. It was fun just chatting with Rick, and Dan, who happened to be our film crew for the date. I felt like I was just catching up with old friends. While I can't say if Rick is my "true Mormon love," I can say that I had a lot of fun. Random? Most definitely. Awkward? &amp;nbsp;I'll let you be the judge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXoE-tTTyno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXoE-tTTyno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more insight, feel free to check out our "after-the-date" interviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YF1WBs45w4M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YF1WBs45w4M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely goes down in my dating history book as my favorite blind date. Rick was a genuinely nice, fun, sweet guy. You can read his rendition of the date &lt;a href="http://www.themormonbachelor.com/2011/01/date-4-andrea-candrian.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will there be a second date? &amp;nbsp;I guess you'll have to keep tuning into the &lt;a href="http://www.themormonbachelor.com/"&gt;Mormon Bachelor&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to find out. &amp;nbsp;Feel free to comment on my blog, and on The Mormon Bachelor blog to tell us what you think. &amp;nbsp;I'd love to read your comments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like 2011 is off to a spontaneous start. &amp;nbsp;Just how I like it. &amp;nbsp;I would be remiss if I didn't thank Brittany for amusing me!* As I head into my thirtieth year, I'll at least be a little more open to potential awkwardness in my adventures from here on out. Hopefully it'll make for some more entertaining stories. And watch out boys, maybe I'll start documenting my dates on my blog more often.** &amp;nbsp;Better yet, how about an East Coast Mormon Bachelor/Bachelorette, any takers? &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The sky's the limit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*This blog post is not to be viewed as an endorsement for my sisters to play matchmaker in the future. &amp;nbsp;Just to make that clear. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;**I'm kidding. Unless I have their permission, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7207202119683970851?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7207202119683970851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7207202119683970851&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7207202119683970851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7207202119683970851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2011/01/date-for-books.html' title='A Date for the Books'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TSlDF36fI1I/AAAAAAAAA-M/9lynr0jnp0s/s72-c/P1010321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-3926026245456203891</id><published>2010-12-29T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:28:24.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- 2010 was a rollercoaster ride of a year... &amp;nbsp;I had a blast and held on for dear life. &amp;nbsp;There's nothing like a few unpredictable loops to make things more exciting. &amp;nbsp;Over the course of the year, I managed to squeeze in some fun. &amp;nbsp;I took four trips to Utah (though they were mainly work related), four trips to Tennessee, headed overseas to Stockholm, and travelled up and down the east coast from Boston to Florida and everywhere in between. &amp;nbsp;While the year is ending with a bit of uncertainty as to what the new year holds for me, I remain optimistic that 2011 will be just as thrilling with more places to visit, more friends to see, and countless trips to the beach. &amp;nbsp;That pretty much sums up the equation to keeping me happy. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a look back at the 2010 with the Candrian family. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoIgllP6GLs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoIgllP6GLs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a very happy 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-3926026245456203891?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3926026245456203891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=3926026245456203891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3926026245456203891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3926026245456203891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7480005277131870427</id><published>2010-12-10T00:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:21:20.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C&lt;/b&gt;. -- I've been thinking about this day a lot. &amp;nbsp;And I've been trying to come up with the right words that describe exactly how I feel. &amp;nbsp;I have mixed emotions. On one hand, I'm excited about what's next, because I love and crave new adventures. &amp;nbsp;But on the other hand, I'm absolutely dreading the day when Sen. Bennett's office doors close for good and our staff will have to say our goodbyes. It's just a few days away. &amp;nbsp;Mostly I think though, when it comes down to it, I just feel bummed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; Washington, D.C. and all the history it has to offer, I've had a hard time &lt;i&gt;loving&lt;/i&gt; it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://brianandbritt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittany&lt;/a&gt; loved it here so much that I just figured I'd easily feel the same way too. &amp;nbsp;But I haven't. &amp;nbsp;With all the incredible monuments, and never ending historical sites, there's always something to see and do. Yet with all of those exciting things, the one thing that has made me completely happy and at ease here is my job. &amp;nbsp;I love going to work every day engaged in a good cause, working with people who know what I stand for, who have become my dear friends, and who "get it." I love my job because I represent a senator who is well-respected amongst his peers, completely honest to his belief system and represents Utah's values to the very core. &amp;nbsp;Simply put, I like going to work everyday because it feels like &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TQJTWXbc95I/AAAAAAAAA94/KeSk37I_UBE/s1600/092509-60536-0005-jk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TQJTWXbc95I/AAAAAAAAA94/KeSk37I_UBE/s320/092509-60536-0005-jk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Today my boss gave his farewell address to the Senate. &amp;nbsp;It was inspiring. &amp;nbsp;I was touched. &amp;nbsp;And there were tears. &amp;nbsp;More than fifty current and former staffers of Sen. Bennett came to listen. &amp;nbsp;We packed the Senate floor and gallery to show our support to our boss, the man we have all come to respect and admire more than anyone in our nation's capitol. Many of his colleagues from both sides of the isle sat in their desks and watched as well. &amp;nbsp;We all listened intently as he said his goodbyes and thanked his colleagues for their grace and friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of &lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/12/09/saying-goodbye-to-the-senate/?partner=rss&amp;amp;emc=rss"&gt;his speech&lt;/a&gt; speaks volumes about the man's character. He called the Senate an "extraordinary place filled with extraordinary people." He said he learned over the years that there is a significant difference between Republicans and Democrats, but that both are necessary. "They're both right-- that's the thing I have come to understand here," he said. Republicans believe free markets will solve problems and Democrats believe that the government will, and both are right, but he explained that different circumstances necessitate different solutions. And then he said, "But let us understand in the debate, that as we go back and forth between these two concepts, that we do not question the motives or the patriotism of anyone on the other side or within our own caucuses." &amp;nbsp;Putting differences aside to accomplish what was best for America was the essence of his service. &amp;nbsp;You can tune in yourself to hear the rest...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHEu7VVF9-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHEu7VVF9-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago I was trying to figure out the best way to wrap up my boss's legacy in a way that would be worth tackling and accurately capture what he's accomplished over his time in office. &amp;nbsp;Of course, as is customary of me, I decided to make a video, highlighting some of the things he has done over the last 18 years in the Senate, sort of like a little documentary. I decided that if it was going to paint the complete picture, then I needed to include his Senate colleagues in the video as well. I was overjoyed when nearly all of them I reached out to agreed, which was more than 30 Democrats and Republicans. &amp;nbsp;So, I set up shop in the Capitol one day, and they just kept pouring in. &amp;nbsp;I was incredibly impressed by their genuine thoughts and memories they shared of him, many who were touched by his tremendous example of what it's like to be a good Christian. It was clear, that he is incredibly admired and respected amongst his peers and has left a lasting impact. &amp;nbsp;I remember packing up my camcorder after my last interview in the Capitol building that day and walking away thinking, "This was the best day of work I have ever had." It was incredible. &amp;nbsp;I was blown away by the chance to interview some of the most powerful people in our country, and they were so willing to do it for my boss. And the video turned out alright too. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This is just the "mini" version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15367825" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally it bugs me when people publish their deepest feelings on a blog. &amp;nbsp;I always think, "Come on... save it for the journal!" &amp;nbsp;But, I just thought maybe someone else out there is feeling the same way. I can at least think of a few people. &amp;nbsp;And it's always nice to know someone can relate. When a chapter in our life ends, and we face the unknown, it has a way of bringing feelings close to the surface, and sometimes it feels therapeutic to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next for me when Sen. Bennett's office closes for good next week? &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure yet.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;But whatever it is, I'm convinced it'll provide me with at least some level of satisfaction, just like being Sen. Bennett's press secretary has done. Every job I've had so far in my post-college life has boosted my character in some way, or strengthened talents I barely knew existed. &amp;nbsp;While part of my sense of "home" in Washington, D.C. will fade as I close the door to Dirksen 433 one last time next week, a new door will undoubtedly open that will provide new opportunities I never thought possible. &amp;nbsp;I love how it happens that way every time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But for now, I'm grateful to have had &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; opportunity and I will always be proud to say I worked for Sen.&amp;nbsp;Bennett. &amp;nbsp;My life has been forever enriched, even when it's hard to find the exact words to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*In all seriousness though, I will hopefully have a job announcement in the next week or two. I'll keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7480005277131870427?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7480005277131870427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7480005277131870427&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7480005277131870427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7480005277131870427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-words.html' title='Finding the Words...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TQJTWXbc95I/AAAAAAAAA94/KeSk37I_UBE/s72-c/092509-60536-0005-jk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5743174921805337213</id><published>2010-11-30T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:33:22.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to one of the cutest one-year-olds I know.&amp;nbsp; I can't get enough of this kid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TPUZDvssSJI/AAAAAAAAA90/m8R7faZyOIc/s1600/P1010285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TPUZDvssSJI/AAAAAAAAA90/m8R7faZyOIc/s320/P1010285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5743174921805337213?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5743174921805337213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5743174921805337213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5743174921805337213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5743174921805337213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-james.html' title='Happy Birthday James'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TPUZDvssSJI/AAAAAAAAA90/m8R7faZyOIc/s72-c/P1010285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6221562727690622444</id><published>2010-11-25T01:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:14:15.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C. -- &lt;/b&gt;I'll be hopping on a plane Thanksgiving morning to Knoxville, Tennessee, where I get to spend the entire weekend with my sisters and JB. So, as I distract myself from packing (I hate packing), I thought I'd give a pictorial of some of the things (can't possibly list 'em all) I'm thankful for this year. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To get the ball rolling... I'm grateful for all the opportunities living in Washington, D.C. has provided me, even though it's humid and I'm allergic to everything on the East Coast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3nTFVD39I/AAAAAAAAA9I/rGX-PwjnXW4/s1600/IMG_0901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3nTFVD39I/AAAAAAAAA9I/rGX-PwjnXW4/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm thankful modern medicine can point out all the things I am allergic to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO32QNKhqII/AAAAAAAAA9o/uJXl0W1jXfc/s1600/P1000847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO32QNKhqII/AAAAAAAAA9o/uJXl0W1jXfc/s320/P1000847.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am thankful for my family. It's a bummer we can't all get together more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3rl_88aVI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/jRHBJrmKLg0/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3rl_88aVI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/jRHBJrmKLg0/s320/Picture+3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm grateful for the cutest nephews an aunt could ask for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3rISdOp6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/q_IDcFA50MI/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3rISdOp6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/q_IDcFA50MI/s320/Picture+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the convenience of visiting one pretty frequently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3yKPxHqMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Eu2IG7Zr-ak/s1600/P1010127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3yKPxHqMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Eu2IG7Zr-ak/s320/P1010127.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And for the "inconvenience" of having to travel overseas to visit the other...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3sViA-14I/AAAAAAAAA9U/YuH-Hq5fufc/s1600/P1000517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3sViA-14I/AAAAAAAAA9U/YuH-Hq5fufc/s320/P1000517.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for a job that I have loved since day one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(and have less than a month left to go. new job announcement hopefully coming soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO34k313X7I/AAAAAAAAA9w/B0XU3mtwK8Y/s1600/PreviewImage.asp.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO34k313X7I/AAAAAAAAA9w/B0XU3mtwK8Y/s320/PreviewImage.asp.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And to work for a man who I can stand behind whole-heartedly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3nEAyVbaI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Al8m8BSDUoE/s1600/IMG_2468_Context.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3nEAyVbaI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Al8m8BSDUoE/s1600/IMG_2468_Context.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And for coworkers who have become very dear friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3tTLW09oI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/KRMcaLLmMgI/s1600/P1010273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3tTLW09oI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/KRMcaLLmMgI/s320/P1010273.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And for living near so many cool places that I can visit (and see old friends) on any given weekend. &amp;nbsp;Like, Hershey, PA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO32IsLOADI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6xK69rluOGQ/s1600/P1000836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO32IsLOADI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6xK69rluOGQ/s320/P1000836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boston, MA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3yUc2v8ZI/AAAAAAAAA9g/fW45K-Bhqrw/s1600/P1010178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3yUc2v8ZI/AAAAAAAAA9g/fW45K-Bhqrw/s320/P1010178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Tallahassee, FL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3yUc2v8ZI/AAAAAAAAA9g/fW45K-Bhqrw/s1600/P1010178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO32e5fQiNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/vSy_aQo-X-U/s1600/P1010067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO32e5fQiNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/vSy_aQo-X-U/s320/P1010067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful for my church responsibilities, where even teaching &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;Relief Society&lt;/a&gt; can be a creative outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I made this for my lesson on Sunday. Feel free to watch.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sX6LPyxULm4?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but certainly not least, I'm thankful I have a solid knowledge of who blessed me with all these things and countless others. &amp;nbsp;Feel free to leave me a comment and share what you're most grateful for today. I'd love to hear about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6221562727690622444?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6221562727690622444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6221562727690622444&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6221562727690622444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6221562727690622444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TO3nTFVD39I/AAAAAAAAA9I/rGX-PwjnXW4/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5584922526601164470</id><published>2010-10-04T13:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:55:39.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing Blue in a Sea of Garnet and Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALLAHASSEE, FL&lt;/strong&gt;-- A few weeks ago I travelled south to Tallahassee to watch my beloved &lt;a href="http://www.byucougars.com/football/"&gt;BYU Cougars&lt;/a&gt; battle it out in the intense heat and humidity with the Florida State 'noles. It was &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;. It was &lt;em&gt;humid&lt;/em&gt;. It was a &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; game. But the company couldn't have been more revitalizing. I love my Florida friends and they made me feel so happy to be back in Tally with their "welcome&amp;nbsp;home" signs they proudly displayed&amp;nbsp;when we met up at our favorite hang out spot, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wafflehouse.com/welcome/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Waffle House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(yes, I know it's ghetto, but their buttermilk waffles are SOOOO good!).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's a picture of the crew (minus PVD):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoSFd-zQZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YqAKK-jk1is/s1600/P1010067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoSFd-zQZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YqAKK-jk1is/s320/P1010067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "Waffle House Committee" reunion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On Saturday we took our seats at Doak Campbell Stadium amidst the other intensely sweating fans. We only lasted until the third quarter. The heat and humidity was too intense &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(it was gross)&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder the Cougs did so bad.&amp;nbsp; Poor guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoRCsoeIWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fDsw1yYdFRE/s320/P1010089.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan, Melissa, me, Nicki&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Later that night, once we finally cooled down, my buddy Melissa gave us a tour of the Florida House of Representatives, where she works. Obviously, it is not DC's Capitol Hill, so no one was around working 24-7 like in Washington, so we had the place to ourselves and practiced giving&amp;nbsp;speeches at the&amp;nbsp;Speaker's podium. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoQ-KjuFnI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nEn5oeUkJIA/s320/P1010098.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the Speaker's podium, obviously.&amp;nbsp;But I&amp;nbsp;couldn't resist getting a shot&amp;nbsp;of the Senate seal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoQ-KjuFnI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nEn5oeUkJIA/s1600/P1010098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We also swung by my old stomping grounds... &lt;a href="http://www.wctv.tv/"&gt;WCTV&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; For about 30 seconds I missed my reporting days.&amp;nbsp;But my life is pretty good currently, so the longing for the past didn't last long. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoRAydCaKI/AAAAAAAAA8c/FWt5ePXNRxc/s1600/P1010107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoRAydCaKI/AAAAAAAAA8c/FWt5ePXNRxc/s320/P1010107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Melissa, made this video of our weekend. I hope she doesn't mind me posting it here.&amp;nbsp;The weekend&amp;nbsp;went by way too quick and I&amp;nbsp;can't wait to come back again!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xcbkq7PFNHA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xcbkq7PFNHA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoQ30zoqqI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/bnxzDQJFrDk/s1600/P1010067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5584922526601164470?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5584922526601164470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5584922526601164470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5584922526601164470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5584922526601164470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/10/wearing-blue-in-sea-of-garnet-and-gold.html' title='Wearing Blue in a Sea of Garnet and Gold'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TKoSFd-zQZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YqAKK-jk1is/s72-c/P1010067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-232571968582940794</id><published>2010-09-16T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:04:25.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Break Promises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KNOXVILLE, TN&lt;/b&gt; -- There's no way I'd let anyone down with my claim of "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;video coming soon"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;on my last blog entry,&amp;nbsp;since I'm sure you were all holding your breath waiting for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;And while it wasn't really a &lt;i&gt;promise&lt;/i&gt; either... I had to fulfill my word. &amp;nbsp;Given the topic of some of my most recent blog entries, I'm starting to feel like this is turning into a "mommy blog." Forgive me. I hope the cuteness of this video makes up for it. So, without further adieu, here is my Labor Day weekend in Knoxville... multi-media style... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13675e850cd3c6f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13675e850cd3c6f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC76A897E5FF594D14C8E9D8B5A1CBB4D7F0AA6.2CFB7AF97FCE3A4A4D7C01E5C21CB6CDFADCE2C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13675e850cd3c6f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpw_epLSw7K-5cLFLyBZ_321ATUU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13675e850cd3c6f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC76A897E5FF594D14C8E9D8B5A1CBB4D7F0AA6.2CFB7AF97FCE3A4A4D7C01E5C21CB6CDFADCE2C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13675e850cd3c6f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpw_epLSw7K-5cLFLyBZ_321ATUU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-232571968582940794?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/232571968582940794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=232571968582940794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/232571968582940794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/232571968582940794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-break-promises.html' title='I Never Break Promises...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2790134495269680880</id><published>2010-09-15T00:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:00:12.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laborless Weekend in Tennessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;KNOXVILLE, TN&lt;/b&gt;-- Over Labor Day weekend I headed down south to visit the Richmans in Knoxville, Tennessee. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't seen little James since Amy's wedding in July, and two months without seeing this cute face is far too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBDED8aKYI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9Ss8Nz8njvM/s1600/P1000993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBDED8aKYI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9Ss8Nz8njvM/s320/P1000993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBE4O1GjII/AAAAAAAAA7o/-3M69FNsdLQ/s1600/P1000970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBE4O1GjII/AAAAAAAAA7o/-3M69FNsdLQ/s320/P1000970.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brittany and Brian were nice enough to show us around town, including this scenic park along the Tennessee River. &amp;nbsp;Lovely! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBA7aKk5QI/AAAAAAAAA7I/FEbqdsUCp98/s1600/P1010026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBA7aKk5QI/AAAAAAAAA7I/FEbqdsUCp98/s320/P1010026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently the World's Fair was held in Knoxville (pronounced Knox-vull by the locals) back in the 80's. This water fountain was near the World's Fair park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBA7aKk5QI/AAAAAAAAA7I/FEbqdsUCp98/s1600/P1010026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBCqf3A-zI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PT8ksSivrWM/s1600/P1010041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBCqf3A-zI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PT8ksSivrWM/s320/P1010041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Knoxville is also home to the world's largest rubix cube. I bet you didn't know such a thing existed. Here is proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBESv3jAsI/AAAAAAAAA7g/aOP0AJtoXDA/s1600/P1010044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBESv3jAsI/AAAAAAAAA7g/aOP0AJtoXDA/s320/P1010044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dear friend, Nicki, also came along for the Labor Day weekend fun. I'm not sure James knew quite what to think of her though...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBFbpjEdPI/AAAAAAAAA74/ZDYpSHkvewE/s1600/P1000979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBFbpjEdPI/AAAAAAAAA74/ZDYpSHkvewE/s320/P1000979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While &lt;a href="http://brianandbritt.blogspot.com/2010/09/home.html"&gt;Brittany&lt;/a&gt; may be unsure of her new life in Tennessee, I have a hunch James seems to think being a southerner is alright... for now. &amp;nbsp;As long as he can pull off the Orange "Vols" gear, he'll be just fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBFfP83XHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/jIACORhQx_w/s1600/P1010062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBFfP83XHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/jIACORhQx_w/s320/P1010062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;James didn't say it in so many words, but I know he was excited to see me. Those grins, and that gibberish let me know I was right. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Video coming soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (sorry, I'm a busy person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2790134495269680880?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2790134495269680880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2790134495269680880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2790134495269680880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2790134495269680880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/09/laborless-weekend-in-tennessee.html' title='Laborless Weekend in Tennessee'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TJBDED8aKYI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9Ss8Nz8njvM/s72-c/P1000993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8520083434663803948</id><published>2010-09-12T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:04:04.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy first birthday Michael!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thanks for making me an aunt!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TI0xVS9W4hI/AAAAAAAAA7A/WG-GOlBrMT8/s1600/P1010013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TI0xVS9W4hI/AAAAAAAAA7A/WG-GOlBrMT8/s320/P1010013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he just keeps getting cuter every time I see him.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8520083434663803948?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8520083434663803948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8520083434663803948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8520083434663803948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8520083434663803948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-little-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Buddy'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TI0xVS9W4hI/AAAAAAAAA7A/WG-GOlBrMT8/s72-c/P1010013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-9187233206994499033</id><published>2010-08-17T23:14:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:46:01.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplanes in the Night Sky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/span&gt; -- Do you ever have those moments when you feel like you just need to get away? I'm not talking about a full-on vacation. But just a little escape from reality to contemplate life? Everywhere I've lived during my post-college life, I've always had an "Andrea place" to escape, get away, chill and meditate. In the Tri-Cities it was along the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"&gt;Columbia River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, at a spot similar to this one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, Verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506587298826638914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TGtT-R89VkI/AAAAAAAAA6o/27XH6RaS_10/s320/Columbia+River.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In Tallahassee, it was at the Miccosukee Canopy Road Greenway, amongst the live oak trees with their wispy willows dangling over the branches, and where much of this video was filmed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object height="120" width="160"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/5224400124"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/5224400124" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="160" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506590826648812018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TGtXLoHTufI/AAAAAAAAA6w/fqcLlGEfEPY/s320/bigtree.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I haven't felt like I had one of those places in D.C. (besides mine and Amy's "Abe Therapy" spot at the back of the Lincoln Memorial, but really that is "mine and Amy's spot," so it doesn't count), at least I thought I didn't have my own spot until it hit me this week. But, before you read any further... please press play on the following music clip (you can ignore the actual video, but just listen to the chorus)... it's now officially the theme song of my newly declared D.C. "Andrea place." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(there might be a bad word in this song, so please put on your mental filter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nsC5bkjzFI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nsC5bkjzFI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This spot is one of the first places I visited when I moved to our nation's capitol two years ago. It's called, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gravelly_Point"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gravelly Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" and it's incredible! It's a park located directly at the end of the Ronald Reagan National Airport runway. Depending on the direction of the wind, you can either watch airplanes take off or land. Watching them land is my favorite... but really I'm fascinated by either. There's just something about watching the airplanes... and hearing their thunderous sounds echoing through the sky... that puts me in my own tranquil world. I love it. I have been twice in the last four days. Both times with friends I consider dear. And every time I am completely mesmerized; by the airplanes in the night sky, with the lights glowing on the tarmac. And it feels like, if you just reach up high enough, you might be able to touch them as they fly overhead. Every one needs their own little place to get away sometimes. By ourselves, or with friends. And it's kind of a fun idea, to go along with this new theme song of mine, to pretend that they're like shooting stars. Because, let's face it, I bet we all have moments when we feel we could really use a wish right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c7ce640c74e8c6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c7ce640c74e8c6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4962B1780A7107B44620F9FE8D8A2ED5FF325890.3B5C640FF61527525E6B9765DDB7F67F0471E326%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c7ce640c74e8c6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbfvQkMjH7y94E3LjaI1d6TZopYM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c7ce640c74e8c6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4962B1780A7107B44620F9FE8D8A2ED5FF325890.3B5C640FF61527525E6B9765DDB7F67F0471E326%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c7ce640c74e8c6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbfvQkMjH7y94E3LjaI1d6TZopYM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-9187233206994499033?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/9187233206994499033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=9187233206994499033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/9187233206994499033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/9187233206994499033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/08/airplanes-in-night-sky.html' title='Airplanes in the Night Sky...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TGtT-R89VkI/AAAAAAAAA6o/27XH6RaS_10/s72-c/Columbia+River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7742833264383284824</id><published>2010-07-17T11:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:21:02.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarly Cougs</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; - I liked this BYU Harold B. Lee Library commerical too much not to share.  It's a twist off the Old Spice commercials.  You've got to hand it to them, they are about as creative as they come... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ArIj236UHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ArIj236UHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy who stars in it just happens to be an old friend* from my Tallahassee days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*I actually am better friends with his older brother, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7742833264383284824?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7742833264383284824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7742833264383284824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7742833264383284824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7742833264383284824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/07/scholarly-cougs.html' title='Scholarly Cougs'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6649739810866989196</id><published>2010-07-11T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:54:56.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Amy &amp; John</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SALT LAKE CITY&lt;/b&gt; -- Congratulations to Amy &amp;amp; John! They got married in Manti, Utah yesterday, and things couldn't have been better or more beautiful!  I will post some outstanding pictures later. In the meantime, if you're not familiar with their story... this video I made will fill you in:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13251595&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13251595&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13251595"&gt;Amy &amp;amp; John's Love Story&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user485333"&gt;Andrea Candrian&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6649739810866989196?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6649739810866989196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6649739810866989196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6649739810866989196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6649739810866989196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/07/congratulations-amy-john.html' title='Congratulations Amy &amp; John'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7393743544293777712</id><published>2010-07-05T23:56:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:23:04.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Ain't No Doubt I Love this Land...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- There's something about celebrating &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in our nation's capital that makes it seem a little more exciting than it would probably be otherwise, especially when you get a four day weekend to top it off.  This 4th of July I headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/thje/index.htm"&gt;Jefferson Memorial&lt;/a&gt; to get in on the action and thanks to a dear friend we got there with plenty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(and I mean &lt;i&gt;PLENTY&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; of time to spare. That meant before the fireworks show kicked off there was ample time to sport a colonial hat and sign a Declaration of Independence with a feather pen...  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKqSa9eBnI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Zpr7CxwUiog/s1600/P1000734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKqSa9eBnI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Zpr7CxwUiog/s320/P1000734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490638129169565298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And play a special version of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/CARE-BEARS-DELUXE-COLLECTOR-GAME/dp/B001P2I1Q2"&gt;Uno&lt;/a&gt; while seeking refuge in the shade on the Jefferson steps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKurO12L-I/AAAAAAAAA5w/RjEI5IxZYNM/s1600/P1000739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKurO12L-I/AAAAAAAAA5w/RjEI5IxZYNM/s320/P1000739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642953459609570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All whilst in the company of good friends, old and new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKu25S2d8I/AAAAAAAAA54/zLDrAFp-qvw/s1600/P1000745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKu25S2d8I/AAAAAAAAA54/zLDrAFp-qvw/s320/P1000745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490643153834112962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much to the amazement of us all, the fireworks started with a bang before the sky even turned completely dark &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I guess the stimulus funds didn't get spread to the capital fireworks crew... so the show had to start early and run short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKvNb0Q6DI/AAAAAAAAA6A/rkpiWmbjedY/s1600/P1000757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKvNb0Q6DI/AAAAAAAAA6A/rkpiWmbjedY/s320/P1000757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490643541058185266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nonetheless, it was of course spectacular. How could it not be?  Look at that view over the &lt;a href="http://www.visitingdc.com/memorial/tidal-basin.htm"&gt;Tidal Basin&lt;/a&gt;! When DC's show finished, other firework shows kicked off all across the valley... we had a panoramic view. I love this holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKvN-WVk3I/AAAAAAAAA6I/lzNY58ok0A8/s1600/P1000791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKvN-WVk3I/AAAAAAAAA6I/lzNY58ok0A8/s320/P1000791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490643550327903090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trip home was just as adventurous. We had thousands of these guys to keep us company on the trek back into Virginia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKucQMAZ6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/adI_ToQAThw/s1600/P1000724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKucQMAZ6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/adI_ToQAThw/s320/P1000724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642696122951586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To top the night off, we had homemade apple pie (made by yours truly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKvb0k8jgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/PeNPsbQrbb0/s1600/downsized_0704001624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKvb0k8jgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/PeNPsbQrbb0/s320/downsized_0704001624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490643788222991874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Independence Day always makes me reflect on why I love America so much.  It's hard for me to describe my feelings for this great country of ours.  I've had a different vantage point over the last few years on the inner workings of our government that have instilled a sense of hope in me that our country will keep surviving and become even better and stronger than it ever has been, because that's what it has always done throughout its short history.  Yet at the same time it has opened up an entirely new world to me. One of feelings of frustration and discouragement and even sometimes anger, that I never knew were in me.  But despite whether we agree with those who lead our country, or even with those who vote, God has His hand in it all. That is one thing that remains very clear to me. I see it when I walk past the Capitol building every day on my way to and from work. There's something about it that is awe inspiring. It makes me want to work harder and be better.  And I feel it when I walk down its mighty hallways, where I sometimes have to force myself to slow down and soak it all in to remember so many of our country's great leaders have walked in this same spot. And I feel it over and over again when I gaze up at the majestic American flag waving in the shadows of the Capitol Dome. It gives me the chills every time. There's just something special about this place. And I love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7393743544293777712?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7393743544293777712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7393743544293777712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7393743544293777712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7393743544293777712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-aint-no-doubt-i-love-this-land.html' title='There Ain&apos;t No Doubt I Love this Land...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TDKqSa9eBnI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Zpr7CxwUiog/s72-c/P1000734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-4181115404925534140</id><published>2010-06-14T22:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:19:30.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sunday Adventures" and Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/b&gt; -- I've made a lot of good friend over the years. Some have come and gone, and others have stuck around for a long time, for which I am most grateful. One such friendship began years ago in Provo at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  I dated &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brandon Erickson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s roommate, and long after that relationship ended, Brandon and I still remained friends. I think our friendship was finally solidified though when we were bored on Sunday afternoon during the summer of 2004.  He and his roommate, another good friend, came up with the idea of "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday adventures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." We piled in his roommate's (and my friend's) SUV and took off for a rocky, bumpy drive through (literally) Provo canyon... all the way to the other side. "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sunday adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" stuck. At least the concept stuck. And so did the friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TBbl5JknaCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/QCPEovu0_wE/s320/Sunday+Adventures.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482822366354958370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me, Nicki Dittemore, Jordan Muhlestein and Brandon Erickson on our first Sunday adventure in 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After our BYU days, Brandon left for Arizona, and I left for Washington and Florida. It seems funny to think about now, but I think most of our "chatting"/catching up times were via MSN Messenger. Brandon soon moved to Richmond, Virginia, where he was accepted to dental school at VCU. In his class was Brian Richman, who Brandon introduced to my twin sister Brittany, on a weekend visit to Washington, D.C.  Less than a year later, Brian and Brittany were married. What a good friend, eh?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Since then, I have made the move to D.C., (just an hour and a half north of Richmond). On my way to D.C., I stopped in Richmond and Brandon and I took a "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" through University of Richmond's campus and Brandon gave me the grand tour of Richmond. Brandon still frequents our nation's capitol on any given weekend. We're still buddies, just like we have always been. And at times when I take the trek down to Richmond, Brandon and I will get together too. He's just one of those people you know who will always be there. Well, Brandon (and Brian) graduated from dental school a few weeks ago. And now Brandon is moving across the country &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; to his home state of California. We had one last "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;unday adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" together before he left... though it was on a Wednesday.  It's nice to have good friends stick around... especially when they can teach you a lesson or two about what it really means to kick back and have an "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" every one in a while. Brandon is a living example of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TBbri7l9FWI/AAAAAAAAA44/vsquxxb-KGw/s1600/Brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TBbri7l9FWI/AAAAAAAAA44/vsquxxb-KGw/s320/Brandon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482828581715121506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brandon and I, May 2010 in Alexandria, VA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Good luck Dr. Erickson! Rest assured I'll be visiting the Golden State for some adventures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-4181115404925534140?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4181115404925534140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=4181115404925534140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/4181115404925534140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/4181115404925534140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-adventures-and-good-friends.html' title='&quot;Sunday Adventures&quot; and Good Friends'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TBbl5JknaCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/QCPEovu0_wE/s72-c/Sunday+Adventures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-4747500812344503604</id><published>2010-06-02T23:16:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:20:57.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OBX: A Memorial Day Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OUTERBANKS, NC&lt;/span&gt;- It's a yearly tradition on the East Coast for all the single Mormons to head to the Outerbanks of North Carolina for some fun in the sun at a place called Duck Beach.   Hundreds and hundreds of YSA's flock to the coast from all over the country to get in on the action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember my video summation from two years ago &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(it's still pretty accurate)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0UHJKueXWk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0UHJKueXWk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start with our daily bike rides along the beach and to breathtaking views of lighthouses. Yes, our &lt;a href="http://www.resortrealty.com/book/house.html?User=PRUD5633&amp;amp;Num=1399&amp;amp;Stay"&gt;beach mansion&lt;/a&gt;, named Ocean's Grace, came equipped with bikes. It was pure bliss. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(And yes, I am aware that I am in need of some major arm definition. I'm working on it. Back off.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhlkatJSRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nAIBuvOBbbo/s1600/beach+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhlkatJSRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nAIBuvOBbbo/s320/beach+riding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478740623014578450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhls58MC6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/IUh0ut-kQOY/s1600/IMG_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhls58MC6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/IUh0ut-kQOY/s320/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478740768838126498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhnFd9s7SI/AAAAAAAAA34/2T84YSYYTLo/s1600/P1000669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhnFd9s7SI/AAAAAAAAA34/2T84YSYYTLo/s320/P1000669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478742290336640290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next, we have some good, quality beach time. Wish I would have gotten a wide shot of the entire beach, or at least filmed a video clip, so you could see the sun bathing/football throwing/frisbee chasing/ocean soaking/fool making pandemonium unfold. It's entertaining just sitting back and watching it all. There's nothing quite like hundreds of LDS singles strutting their stuff in the sand.  This particular picture is with my good friends, Amanda and Melissa. Melissa is one of my favorite Florida friends who made the trek to Duck. I will be forever grateful that she &lt;a href="http://isaidpass.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-weekend-almost-killed-me.html"&gt;risked her life&lt;/a&gt; to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhmPHGyiUI/AAAAAAAAA3w/7h_kyVTto6I/s1600/P1000667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhmPHGyiUI/AAAAAAAAA3w/7h_kyVTto6I/s320/P1000667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478741356487805250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up we have a little BYU reunion of sorts. My senior year, I constantly hung out with the same crew... Justin Smith, Joe Burton and Nicki Dittemore, to name a few &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(The group used to be bigger, but the others are now married, of course).&lt;/span&gt; Here we are, meeting up on the east coast, seven years later. Nicki and I via DC, Justin via California, and Joe via England. It sure was good hanging out with them! There were also others from the BYU 61st Ward who stayed in our house for Duck, but they didn't make the cut in these pictures. Maybe next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhoeJDPfUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Edk79ZSYh8o/s1600/P1000657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhoeJDPfUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Edk79ZSYh8o/s320/P1000657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478743813731089730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And lastly, on our way back to DC, we made a stop in Richmond to visit this little guy... he sure is cute!  And the perfect way to end a fantastic weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb720b2d2e73f368" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb720b2d2e73f368%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEA0B32AB93BA4798795B43CBEB35D36BF7951E2.2DC498BB6CF37EBD68DB69B6C35AE9106BFE5702%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb720b2d2e73f368%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMOar-9RFt77rV_L3IiQbDN7O0qk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb720b2d2e73f368%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEA0B32AB93BA4798795B43CBEB35D36BF7951E2.2DC498BB6CF37EBD68DB69B6C35AE9106BFE5702%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb720b2d2e73f368%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMOar-9RFt77rV_L3IiQbDN7O0qk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Disclaimer: This video was actually taken a few weeks ago. But my camera died at the beach, so this is the most current video I have of Mr. JB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-4747500812344503604?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4747500812344503604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=4747500812344503604&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/4747500812344503604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/4747500812344503604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/06/obx-memorial-day-tradition.html' title='OBX: A Memorial Day Tradition'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/TAhlkatJSRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nAIBuvOBbbo/s72-c/beach+riding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5254266599191577135</id><published>2010-05-27T17:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:52:22.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Took a Month to Stop an Oil Leak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt; -- I've had a hard time fully grasping how it could take so long to stop &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-oil-spill-top-kill-20100528,0,5782115.story?track=rss"&gt;this oil leak &lt;/a&gt;in the Gulf Coast. Seriously, I know there's a lot to it, but no one could come up with a quicker method to stop millions of galloons of oil from leaking into our ocean and onto our lands?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today officials finally claim the "Top Kill" method successfully stopped the leak... at least for now. I have been wondering how exactly the whole thing works or what made it stop that hasn't worked with their other methods? Maybe no one else finds this fascinating, and perhaps I'm the only one who is completely enthralled by all this... but FINALLY someone broke it all down today and put it in simple terms that made sense. Thank you Bill Nye "the Science Guy" for making it sound so easy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(But then again, if it was so easy, why couldn't they have stopped it sooner????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RsQXmYpEGw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RsQXmYpEGw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5254266599191577135?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5254266599191577135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5254266599191577135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5254266599191577135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5254266599191577135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-took-month-to-stop-oil-leak.html' title='It Took a Month to Stop an Oil Leak?'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-391261916705945525</id><published>2010-05-09T18:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:03:25.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C&lt;/b&gt;. -- Happy Mother's Day to my mom who is celebrating her first Mother's Day as a grandma. I know she couldn't be more proud of her family. And we couldn't ask for a more loving mother.  She has been telling me repeatedly for months that all she wanted me to do for her today was make her a video of her two grandkids... So, mom, here it is... Enjoy!  They sure are cute little stinkers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_ScbeIhWXqI/hqdefault.jpg);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ScbeIhWXqI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ScbeIhWXqI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-391261916705945525?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/391261916705945525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=391261916705945525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/391261916705945525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/391261916705945525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1780712509882902025</id><published>2010-04-14T11:17:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:31:08.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One Standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S9ZLQrxrd7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/kvRXxOA6-Yg/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt; -- It has finally come to this.  I am, once again, living life officially by myself. No more family around. It's just me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(On the count of three... pooooooor Andreaaaa)&lt;/span&gt; Life is a funny thing. I moved here to be closer to my siblings. And now... they've done it... they've all moved away and left me in their dust.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Britt leaves next month!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy has been my sidekick for the last two years.  As much of a pain in the butt sisters can be to each other sometimes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (and we know it)&lt;/span&gt; I don't think I'll ever miss anyone more than I'm going to miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S9ZBmTVS-QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FVai_Y2xmT0/s320/Sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464627324141107458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, it took awhile to adjust having family nearby again after I had lived away from them for so long. I had been flying solo for several years, and I just got used to it. It was just me, and I loved the independence. But now I've gotten used to having them around again, and I prefer it that way. I may have shed a tear or two when the little Maizer packed her bags and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;left. There'll be no more baseball games, no more random shopping trips &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(maybe that's a good thing)&lt;/span&gt;, and no more Abe therapy. I'm going to miss this kid. She's become one of my best friends. And I guess that's the way it ought to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S9ZJAJVxpVI/AAAAAAAAA20/9Y7OuDgMS5A/s400/Abe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464635464716756306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thanks John for the fantastic photography :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I officially hand over my duties of watching out for her to this guy... and I wish him luck &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(lots of it)&lt;/span&gt;! :) He's a lucky guy to get a girl as magnificent as Amy. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S9ZLQrxrd7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/kvRXxOA6-Yg/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S9ZLQrxrd7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/kvRXxOA6-Yg/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464637947861759922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1780712509882902025?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1780712509882902025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1780712509882902025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1780712509882902025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1780712509882902025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-one-standing.html' title='Last One Standing'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S9ZBmTVS-QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FVai_Y2xmT0/s72-c/Sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8433711789617171379</id><published>2010-04-05T21:30:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:33:46.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Sweden: Check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN&lt;/span&gt; - I feel like I just left for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sweden&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, and yet I've already returned. Vacations are never long enough. But I had a great time! It was a fun trip, filled with lots of time with a cute, energetic &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qQ_o3YjsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zu3K1kGynIM/s1600/P1000489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456833321488649922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qQ_o3YjsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zu3K1kGynIM/s320/P1000489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good company&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, that is Michael "superman style" in his stroller. Hey, the kid needs some diversity to stay happy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qRL_wol2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/jDmg_yNeqLs/s1600/P1000492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456833533792786274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qRL_wol2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/jDmg_yNeqLs/s320/P1000492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Old&lt;/span&gt; buildings in the oldest city in Sweden...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Sigtuna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qTK-FP8FI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OfrUVQ7Y3w0/s1600/P1000494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456835715185766482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qTK-FP8FI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OfrUVQ7Y3w0/s320/P1000494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time with a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;cute kid&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qSfFXQbAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/QhlLU_kBHJI/s1600/P1000530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456834961226099714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qSfFXQbAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/QhlLU_kBHJI/s320/P1000530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, that is a Belgium waffle covered in chocolate and whipped cream, and yes, it was amazing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qTp47v1oI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h5kVGtKO0iI/s1600/P1000479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456836246379681410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qTp47v1oI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h5kVGtKO0iI/s320/P1000479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time with a cute, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;rambunctious&lt;/span&gt; kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qRn-bwduI/AAAAAAAAAvM/i41c5QaztjA/s1600/P1000512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456834014473123554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qRn-bwduI/AAAAAAAAAvM/i41c5QaztjA/s320/P1000512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and great views all over a&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; spectacular city&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qT0ipuJHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uu25YOEeNdA/s1600/P1000474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456836429377053810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qT0ipuJHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uu25YOEeNdA/s320/P1000474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And finally... a little video for your viewing pleasure, illustrating one of the innovative ways Rob and Lorena have found to keep Michael happy... you've got to love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-218af0e5c04509c1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D218af0e5c04509c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D60CAE3359099297F786FEBC7B6037E938B1A8A.90349773A561ADE023EF220B98E40B7307D4F42%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D218af0e5c04509c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIXlHx8Hcasx-Cpb0iCqzshmjfLo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D218af0e5c04509c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D60CAE3359099297F786FEBC7B6037E938B1A8A.90349773A561ADE023EF220B98E40B7307D4F42%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D218af0e5c04509c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIXlHx8Hcasx-Cpb0iCqzshmjfLo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that vacations always seem to&lt;br /&gt;go by too quickly? Who wants to go on the next one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thanks Rob and Lorena for a great week!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8433711789617171379?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8433711789617171379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8433711789617171379&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8433711789617171379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8433711789617171379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/04/stockholm-sweden-i-feel-like-i-just.html' title='Trip to Sweden: Check!'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S7qQ_o3YjsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zu3K1kGynIM/s72-c/P1000489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-839609604864651874</id><published>2010-03-23T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:22:40.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Health Care Reform</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C. - &lt;/span&gt;My mom forwarded this to me. I think it sums up my thoughts on health care reform quite nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="269" alt="cid:image001.jpg@01CA92A5.4CBCEF30" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=7864a12dd9&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1278bd6748fc0a32&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.1&amp;amp;zw" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Let me get this straight. We're going to be gifted with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;health care plan written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;by a committee whose chairman says he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;doesn't understand it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; by a Congress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;that hasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;exempts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; themselves from it, to be signed by a president who also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hasn't read it and who smokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;funding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; administered by a treasury chief who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;didn't pay his taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, to be overseen by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;surgeon general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;obese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;financed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;by a country that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:24pt;"&gt;What the *heck could &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:red;"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expletive&lt;/span&gt; changed to adhere to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; code of conduct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-839609604864651874?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/839609604864651874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=839609604864651874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/839609604864651874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/839609604864651874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-thoughts-on-health-care-reform.html' title='My Thoughts on Health Care Reform'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8214845234151990597</id><published>2010-03-22T22:40:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:55:33.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Utahns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/span&gt; -- This blog post is dedicated to EVERYONE who lives in Utah... So, listen up all you Utahns... I have something important I want to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I gave up my "dream job" of being a news reporter to follow my instincts and move to our nation's capital, I thought my days of an exciting career were over. Boy was I wrong. It had just begun. When I first decided to make the move, I felt strongly impressed to work on Capitol Hill. Turns out those jobs aren't exactly easy to come by &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(especially if you're a Republican)&lt;/span&gt;, but eventually a job opened up in a Utah senator's office, and I knew I had made the right decision and God was watching out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wake up excited to go to work. It's not as action packed as my reporting job, but I know it's exactly what I'm supposed to be doing and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; where I am supposed to be. And it's because of&lt;a href="http://bennett.senate.gov/"&gt; this man&lt;/a&gt; that I know I'm in the right place. Sen. Bennett is one of the most respected and conservative senators on Capitol Hill. He has strong values that I know he firmly believes in and it shows in the way he interacts and works with our staff and other members of the Senate, and in the way he wants to get the job done to make Utah and our country a better place. I am &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6g-DmtwFfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/G2pC2whTGlc/s1600-h/RFB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451675580584957426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6g-DmtwFfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/G2pC2whTGlc/s320/RFB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grateful to be working on Capitol Hill because of who and what I represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. Bennett is actively working to &lt;a href="http://bennett.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?p=PressReleases&amp;amp;ContentRecord_id=f3d76977-72cd-48b0-aeba-0c9634da6563&amp;amp;ContentType_id=1faead15-454a-4bbc-b5a7-4cb518dd4b7c"&gt;create jobs&lt;/a&gt; to help our economy and to &lt;a href="http://bennett.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?p=PressReleases&amp;amp;ContentRecord_id=936ba91b-dd14-4622-8006-1dd1435cbb13&amp;amp;ContentType_id=1faead15-454a-4bbc-b5a7-4cb518dd4b7c"&gt;get our nation&lt;/a&gt; out of its giant sea of debt. He brought TRAX to Utah and is fighting the Obama administration to get &lt;a href="http://bennett.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?p=PressReleases&amp;amp;ContentRecord_id=d8e8f613-24d4-4920-aa39-c47340dcd50d&amp;amp;ContentType_id=1faead15-454a-4bbc-b5a7-4cb518dd4b7c&amp;amp;MonthDisplay=5&amp;amp;YearDisplay=2009"&gt;oil and gas&lt;/a&gt; production in Utah so our nation is less dependent on foreign oil, he puts on workshops every year for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ta7pU-Yqt7I"&gt;Utah small business owners&lt;/a&gt; to help boost their business and provide them with tools to succeed, and has fought every step of the way to &lt;a href="http://bennett.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?p=PressReleases&amp;amp;ContentRecord_id=a4d7d896-3528-4802-a704-e73378d1c469&amp;amp;ContentType_id=1faead15-454a-4bbc-b5a7-4cb518dd4b7c"&gt;defeat the nasty health care plan that just passed yesterday. &lt;/a&gt;I could name a list of a thousand things that he has done to help better the beehive state. But I'll let you learn more for yourself by &lt;a href="http://bennett.senate.gov/"&gt;clicking here&lt;/a&gt;. You can also visit the senator's YouTube site by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/SenatorBennett"&gt;clicking here&lt;/a&gt;. You will find many different videos of floor speeches, TV interviews, committee hearings and a series called Bennett's Bottom Line where he helps explain his position on key issues and votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year he is up for reelection. There has been a lot of negative, dirty messages spread by outside groups &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(none being from Utah, ironically)&lt;/span&gt;. They've sent emails and letters, pamphlets, and have even produced some pretty ridiculous TV commercials. You can read the truth and rebuttals to those false advertisements by &lt;a href="http://www.bennettforsenate.com/site/c.qkLUJ3MNKrH/b.5880197/k.9BAA/Top_10_Myths.htm"&gt;clicking here.&lt;/a&gt; Then there are other Utahns who say he has been in too long &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(though Utah's other senator has been in twice as long and no one ever mentions it. Funny.) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or that he is too "Washington" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(whatever that means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, I don't buy those excuses for anyone to not support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is, Sen. Bennett is the right man for the job. We are at a critical juncture in our nation's history. The national debt is too deep, too many jobs are dissipating and too many dirty, dishonest politicians keep creeping into Washington. Sen. Bennett is part of the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; part of the problem. He is one of the smartest people I have ever met. He knows &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and can explain it to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;. I am constantly blown away by his knowledge and wisdom and his understanding of how the government works &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or doesn't work for that matter)&lt;/span&gt;. He has more energy than all of our staff combined. It's hard to keep up with him sometimes! He knows how to fix things and get things done and has been doing so for the last three terms. And he will continue to do so if he is reelected. His priority is the people of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, March 23, you have the opportunity to get involved. Neighborhood caucuses will be held throughout the state for you to elect delegates to head to Utah's convention on May 8. Those delegates will get to choose who goes on to the election and who heads to the United States Senate as one of Utah's two senators. Sure, I love my job. I'd love to keep it for six more years. But, I love my country and the state of Utah even more. Sen. Bennett is the right man for the job. You won't just be doing a favor for me if you head to your caucus. You'll be doing a favor for yourself by getting involved. And you'll be doing a favor for everyone else in Utah by electing a man who truly makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more information about where your meeting is, &lt;a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700018558/Precinct-caucus-how-to.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Feel free to share this blog post with your friends and family who want more information or who would like to learn more about Bennett or even just the caucus process. I probably should have posted this weeks ago... but nothing works better than pushing me to a deadline. It's just the reporter in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening... now get to your caucus meeting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not "endorsed" by my office... it is just me writing a personal blog post as a Utahn and nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8214845234151990597?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8214845234151990597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8214845234151990597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8214845234151990597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8214845234151990597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-utahns.html' title='Dear Utahns...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6g-DmtwFfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/G2pC2whTGlc/s72-c/RFB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-3717888973826199597</id><published>2010-03-19T17:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:35:22.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little intern</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt;- Mr. JB himself came and visited me at work last week. I was the lucky one who got to watch the little guy while his parents went on a Capitol dome tour.   He was quite the hit as we roamed up and down the halls of the Senate office buildings. It's not every day you see a baby on Capitol Hill.  I think he needs to come visit more often.  I also think he thoroughly  enjoyed his time on Capitol Hill. Something about us hanging out always seems to wear him out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6gm0YjbXHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8XXcrENm-L0/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6gm0YjbXHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8XXcrENm-L0/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451650030318083186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes, this is my desk. No, mom, it is not normally that messy, and yes I watch FOX News all day long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James had his first encounter with a United States Senator while we were roaming the halls, you can &lt;a href="http://schumer.senate.gov/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to see who. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(P.S. Friendly man, but not my favorite senator)&lt;/span&gt; During JB's visit we dropped by my bosses office, so he could mingle with a senator who is a little more conservative.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6gnWzQeZ2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/6TkOt1q63Dw/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6gnWzQeZ2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/6TkOt1q63Dw/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451650621601900386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The senator just happened to be in Utah on that particular day, so we just made ourselves at home in his office. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The senator is nice and accomodating like that)&lt;/span&gt;  It may be too soon to tell, but I think James may have found his calling in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6gn3VpEiXI/AAAAAAAAAus/TkgJMVbIGpk/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6gn3VpEiXI/AAAAAAAAAus/TkgJMVbIGpk/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451651180587682162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he just the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-3717888973826199597?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3717888973826199597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=3717888973826199597&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3717888973826199597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3717888973826199597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-little-intern.html' title='My little intern'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S6gm0YjbXHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8XXcrENm-L0/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8981143531163193224</id><published>2010-03-10T21:34:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:45:26.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Takes the Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hij2Spz_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/eO_IuH0H6AU/s1600-h/P1000365.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOBOKEN, N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;-- Everyone has their "things."  Mine is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(And donuts. And all things  pastries.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This past weekend a few friends and I took a "mini" road trip north to Hoboken, New Jersey... home of Frank Sinatra and &lt;a href="http://www.carlosbakery.com/"&gt;Carlos Bakery&lt;/a&gt;. You might know the place from the popular reality TV show, &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/cake-boss/cake-boss.html"&gt;Cake Boss&lt;/a&gt;. And oh wow... it did not disappoint AT ALL...  Check out all this good stuff... I was in pastry heaven!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hcLHmaoPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/z9etqY0FXwk/s320/P1000317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205095393108210" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you who don't watch the show... the bakery is run by an Italian-American family. The star of the show is the son, Buddy, but the rest of the family is quick to point out that, "he's not the only one who works here!"  The crew might be famous now, but they still know how to work hard. We spotted a few of the stars working behind the counter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hgxQGZUwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/iVHQGarD57c/s1600-h/P1000323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hgxQGZUwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/iVHQGarD57c/s320/P1000323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447210148556264194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am with "mama." She was as friendly and spunky as could be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hbaephEoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/pO9uvY7HOd8/s320/P1000333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447204259766538882" /&gt;This place is known for their creative, fancy cake decorating. These cakes on display were pretty standard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hXgn7sE4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/LV_rzaB7lO4/s320/P1000332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199967291380610" /&gt;...but we did see a few deluxe ones come out as they were being put into boxes for delivery. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hgORHbByI/AAAAAAAAAto/FuzH-uLoapM/s320/P1000322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447209547533584162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This picture below was the only time of the day we saw where there wasn't a line pouring out the door. Most of the day the line ran out the door and down the sidewalk. I'd have to say it is worth the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hZmaZT3lI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/4IyOEZCMnr8/s320/P1000337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447202265759997522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also happened to be in town the same day as the annual Hoboken &lt;a href="http://www.saintpatricksdayparade.com/hoboken/hoboken.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;St. Patrick's Day parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Here's a picture of New Jersey's U.S. senators marching down the parade route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(don't worry, I let them know how I feel about their health care bill). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hij2Spz_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/eO_IuH0H6AU/s320/P1000365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447212117313310706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The day was well spent. Definitely a real treat! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8981143531163193224?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8981143531163193224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8981143531163193224&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8981143531163193224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8981143531163193224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-takes-cake.html' title='This Takes the Cake'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S5hcLHmaoPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/z9etqY0FXwk/s72-c/P1000317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5804244064192387755</id><published>2010-02-06T16:27:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:11:10.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ft. Lauderdale'/><title type='text'>"Snowmageddon" Hits the Nation's Capital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;- By now, I'm sure you've all heard about the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35237043/ns/weather/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;BLIZZARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; currently moving through the East Coast. The snow was more than knee-deep as I was shoveling this morning and it is predicted to keep falling until late tonight. Even though I grew up in a snowy climate, I have never seen &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; quite like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember once when I was in sixth grade it snowed a few feet of snow and school was cancelled. That was the first and &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; time that ever happened growing up. So, it's not like I haven't ever seen this &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; snow before... it's more the &lt;i&gt;response&lt;/i&gt; to all the snow and the region's reaction to it that is most amusing.  Take this scene for instance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S23hpfTnFBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Fs9t0mDV278/s320/downsized_0204002055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435248428200694802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In preparation for the big snowstorm, (which the news just called a "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;monstrosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;") my roommate and I headed to the grocery store, only to find half of the community, many bare shelves and long lines running all the way down the aisles. We waited in line for &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;more than an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to buy our food.... It was amusing to say the least. Airports also had already begun to cancel flights, all before even a snowflake fell. And then there's scenes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S24JpmPjvPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7Nxonk2fj_o/s1600-h/store-closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S24JpmPjvPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7Nxonk2fj_o/s320/store-closed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435292410527857906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy and I were both ordered to work from home on Friday, even though the snow hadn't even &lt;i&gt;started&lt;/i&gt; falling yet. So, we decided to make the most of our "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;teleworking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and hit up the gym. Afterward we decided to go look at some of the shops nearby. But... that idea was quickly shut down &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;. The snow was just &lt;i&gt;barely&lt;/i&gt; beginning to fall and the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;closed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" signs were already up, lights off, shops desolate... not an employee in sight. Laughter ensued. And more amusement followed, when we woke up to this today... and spent &lt;i&gt;hours&lt;/i&gt; digging ourselves out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S24O9JEkHLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/TX3zZdaku0k/s1600-h/DSCN0503-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S24O9JEkHLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/TX3zZdaku0k/s320/DSCN0503-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435298243852639410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, no matter where you grew up, more than two feet of  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;snow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a lot to fall in 24 hours. It helps to think that next weekend, for my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I will be enjoying &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Florida beaches here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S23kN9jxdhI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Kmwmua3QjHc/s320/ft-lauderdale_beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435251253820093970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...that is, if the airport doesn't close down again. More snow is scheduled again for next weekend. So, unless I can dig my car out of this mess sometime soon, it looks like I'm stuck for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S24QQeQGHcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PGoaCwf-9DQ/s1600-h/downsized_0206001717a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S24QQeQGHcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PGoaCwf-9DQ/s320/downsized_0206001717a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435299675467292098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes&lt;/i&gt;, that is my car. &lt;i&gt;Where&lt;/i&gt;, you ask? Look closer, it's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5804244064192387755?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5804244064192387755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5804244064192387755&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5804244064192387755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5804244064192387755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowmageddon-hits-nations-capital.html' title='&quot;Snowmageddon&quot; Hits the Nation&apos;s Capital'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S23hpfTnFBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Fs9t0mDV278/s72-c/downsized_0204002055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2971484803045332820</id><published>2010-02-03T12:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:38:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland on the Way to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, DC&lt;/strong&gt;- It snowed. Again. As much as I hate the white stuff it sure looked pretty on my commute to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434070285387467426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S2myIjUGiqI/AAAAAAAAArE/jEVhto0C7F0/s320/downsized_0203000803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434071847982338642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S2mzjgbwElI/AAAAAAAAArc/0RFxg1Ux67c/s320/0203000810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you look closely you can see the Washington Monument and top of the Jefferson Memorial drapped in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434070398372664482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S2myPIN31KI/AAAAAAAAArM/DpSoFZUTzUY/s320/downsized_0203000825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And now I'm ready for it to melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2971484803045332820?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2971484803045332820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2971484803045332820&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2971484803045332820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2971484803045332820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland-on-way-to-work.html' title='Winter Wonderland on the Way to Work'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S2myIjUGiqI/AAAAAAAAArE/jEVhto0C7F0/s72-c/downsized_0203000803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-203685430097883920</id><published>2010-01-24T22:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:03:05.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Babysitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10XQFrGKLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/I0nb9ONsxJU/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/span&gt; - My cute, little nephew James experienced his first adventures in babysitting this weekend. It was also his first time to D.C.  I think it's safe to say he had a good time with Amy and I. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got in a few naps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10WGVNjMhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pMXLxDcKtxQ/s320/P1000126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430521023707689490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had some visitors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10WVdFAnMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/sAei4L4RjMg/s320/P1000132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430521283517390018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoyed some good meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10W48uY22I/AAAAAAAAAqE/96mgpHnkCGQ/s1600-h/P1000128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10W48uY22I/AAAAAAAAAqE/96mgpHnkCGQ/s320/P1000128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430521893307865954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was all smiles while we video chat with his uncle and aunt in Sweden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10UkU5_DJI/AAAAAAAAApk/gGFcKrCXEx8/s320/IMG950149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430519339998448786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10XQFrGKLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/I0nb9ONsxJU/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430522290846967986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Word on the street says he was a little fussy today. I think he just misses his aunts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-203685430097883920?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/203685430097883920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=203685430097883920&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/203685430097883920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/203685430097883920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures-of-babysitting.html' title='The Adventures of Babysitting'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/S10WGVNjMhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pMXLxDcKtxQ/s72-c/P1000126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6189120400885178718</id><published>2010-01-15T16:40:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:27:59.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt; -- Everyone who knows me knows how much of a news junkie I am. So, you can only imagine that I've been completely glued to the TV watching the aftermath of the Haiti earthquake. After watching it for two days straight, I still stayed up until 12:30 last night watching clips on the internet. I just can't get enough of those heart-wrenching stories and pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is horrific to watch the poor people of Haiti dig themselves out of such a mess, only to uncover their family members and friends who have died from the collapsing buildings, or who have been injured and unable to be cared for because their hospitals no longer exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's times like these that I really miss being a reporter. I watch the reporters covering the amazing and devastating stories of the aftermath, and I crave to be the one finding and telling those incredible stories. I imagine with how many people who have been affected, it wouldn't take but a second to find some pretty miraculous stories to tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reporters are more or less trained to leave their emotions at home, develop thick skin, and not to get emotionally involved in stories, otherwise their jobs would leave them complete emotional wrecks in a matter of minutes, all the time, especially in this day and age. To some reporters it is easy to act like stone when the only stories they cover are devastation after devastation. The stories that are the most tragic are the ones that lead the newscast and make the headlines... the bigger the tragedy, the bigger the headline and the better the ratings. Sadly, a common motto in newsrooms is "If it bleeds, it leads." And soon those nightmarish scenes become just another story and another headline. As a crime reporter my first few years on the job, I never liked covering those types of stories. Most of the bad things that happened seemed so petty. I always craved to tell happy, human interest stories instead. But sadly, those kinds of stories were rarely approved by my producers. They just don't pull in the ratings like misfortune does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess at the end of the day people are just people. And sometimes, leaving your emotions at home is pretty hard to do, even when you've encountered so many human tragedies. I've seen that happen numerous times as I've watched the coverage of the earthquake aftermath in Haiti. In fact, I was watching FOX News yesterday, as I do everyday at work, and saw this clip. I couldn't stop thinking about it. As much as I wish I could be down there covering stories and helping the people of Haiti, I can't help but think I would have the same reaction, if not more so, as this reporter, Steve Harrigan. Sometimes human emotion gets the best of us, even when we're doing our job. I teared up as I watched his report, his reaction, his emotions no longer concealed, and massive crowds of Haitians mesmerized by a bulldozer digging through piles of rubble containing their loved ones.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc18ab3211922c87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc18ab3211922c87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82F6688F1FD17D9C061AD32BA6958D755586966.6D4AFADFBE9F4AC4D55EA560EE6EE2467565B89D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc18ab3211922c87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDlsxFNUGjcRUrseUHDMFwqYKko4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc18ab3211922c87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82F6688F1FD17D9C061AD32BA6958D755586966.6D4AFADFBE9F4AC4D55EA560EE6EE2467565B89D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc18ab3211922c87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDlsxFNUGjcRUrseUHDMFwqYKko4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6189120400885178718?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6189120400885178718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6189120400885178718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6189120400885178718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6189120400885178718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-haiti.html' title='Thoughts on Haiti'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5500982592258998378</id><published>2010-01-02T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:01:41.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANDY, UT&lt;/span&gt;- It was fun while it lasted.... but as the saying goes, "All good things must come to an end." Here's a look back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AI4u3GZdBI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AI4u3GZdBI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5500982592258998378?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5500982592258998378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5500982592258998378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5500982592258998378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5500982592258998378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1558636824065193671</id><published>2009-12-19T23:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:59:41.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for the Holidays... FINALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANDY, UT&lt;/span&gt; -- My route home for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; this year took a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twists&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;First, this happened:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKhCG3afFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9sZDMLhBtpI/s1600-h/downsized_1220091339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKhCG3afFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9sZDMLhBtpI/s320/downsized_1220091339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418570359254973522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Followed by a day of chaos and angry travelers at the airport. Here's the scene about mid-way through one of the longest lines I've ever waited in at any airport ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKhKRjjQTI/AAAAAAAAAok/MCN3fII1H9g/s1600-h/1220091719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKhKRjjQTI/AAAAAAAAAok/MCN3fII1H9g/s320/1220091719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418570499563405618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three hours&lt;/span&gt; of waiting in line, my departure time rapidly approaching, and no where near the ticket agents, I finally called Delta's 1-800#... only to be told, that for some reason I had been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bumped&lt;/span&gt; from my seat and put on stand-by. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;  Can they even do that?!  And I wasn't alone. Several people from my church were on the same flight, and they too got bumped... and rescheduled for another day, most on Christmas Eve or later... even though our original flight was scheduled to leave without a hitch. I was livid. I demanded an earlier departure time.  The closest and earliest one they could find: 6:45 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.m&lt;/span&gt;. out of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richmond&lt;/span&gt;.  So, I hitched a ride on my very own Polar Express (aka Amtrak) that just happened to be delayed 3 hours. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun fact&lt;/span&gt;: The conductor really yells, "All aboard!" as you board the train. I am such a naive train rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKh1WX4TuI/AAAAAAAAAos/tIpJsbZ4eHw/s1600-h/1221092346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKh1WX4TuI/AAAAAAAAAos/tIpJsbZ4eHw/s320/1221092346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418571239591005922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;silver lining&lt;/span&gt; in all of it. Because I got rerouted to Richmond, I got to hang out with this cute, little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKivqYga4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/LoDF52896eA/s1600-h/1222091702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKivqYga4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/LoDF52896eA/s320/1222091702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572241394756482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKi2HVvFiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Ycv9ieaXMc0/s1600-h/1222091701a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKi2HVvFiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Ycv9ieaXMc0/s320/1222091701a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572352246978082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard saying goodbye, but now I am home... safe and sound. Finally. Only three days late. And it is snowing here. I was hoping to have left that nasty white stuff behind in DC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1558636824065193671?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1558636824065193671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1558636824065193671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1558636824065193671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1558636824065193671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-for-holidays-finally.html' title='Home for the Holidays... FINALLY'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SzKhCG3afFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9sZDMLhBtpI/s72-c/downsized_1220091339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8508069239023018257</id><published>2009-12-14T23:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:55:46.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON, D.C. -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; my roommates and I were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; home late Friday night when the furnace blew a fuse* and decided to leak CO (Carbon Monoxide) throughout our entire four story house... when on any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; Friday night &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; would have likely been home, and likely sound asleep.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; for good neighbors who alerted us of eerily colored smoke plummeting from our basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SycQRdDZgWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fBpd-Bg-qVo/s400/Fire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415314968979013986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks goodness&lt;/span&gt; emergency responders really do come in an instant when someone dials 911.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SycQcnkYZcI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2Sz54rXrkOs/s400/Fire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415315160780268994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; for good friends, who you can laugh about all this with later.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*This is not correct terminology. In actuality, the furnace went awry in some other manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;**And while it's happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8508069239023018257?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8508069239023018257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8508069239023018257&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8508069239023018257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8508069239023018257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/whew.html' title='Whew...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SycQRdDZgWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fBpd-Bg-qVo/s72-c/Fire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5967214998227519894</id><published>2009-11-30T19:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:38:46.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RICHMOND, VA&lt;/span&gt;-- Our little buddy finally made his entrance into the world!  Born at 6:34 p.m. EDT, weighing a whopping 8 lbs and measuring 20 inches long, he is all legs, (just like a Candrian). His mom and dad couldn't be happier!  Moral of today's lengthy labor: It doesn't really matter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; you come into the world, as long as you get here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some cute pictures of the nameless little guy, and his happy parents, Britt and Brian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxRxMP4FYHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jNwShibrYlY/s1600/1130091913%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxRxMP4FYHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jNwShibrYlY/s400/1130091913%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410073507612942450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxRxW-NKJuI/AAAAAAAAAoA/RoTCf07LdJk/s1600/1130091911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxRxW-NKJuI/AAAAAAAAAoA/RoTCf07LdJk/s400/1130091911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410073691848058594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5967214998227519894?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5967214998227519894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5967214998227519894&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5967214998227519894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5967214998227519894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World!'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxRxMP4FYHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jNwShibrYlY/s72-c/1130091913%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8572818649594577800</id><published>2009-11-30T18:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:53:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting... and by the way, "Say 8!"</title><content type='html'>RICHMOND, VA-- Yes, I am still in Richmond. I've been at the hospital all day long. Poor Britt and Brian. Mostly poor Britt who has had a really rough day, and for the little guy (still nameless) who will have a very rude awakening to the world as he gets yanked out of Britt just moments from now.  Yep, she's having a c-section. Going the old fashioned route just didn't work this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass part of our time today, we enjoyed a little bit of one of our favorite comedians: Brian Regan.  I'm sure many of you have heard of the man. He is FUNNY!  We even played this particular routine for one of the nurses today, who found it equally as entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtK7yzRC_8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtK7yzRC_8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in my next post I will have some pictures to share of the newest member of our world.  As they say in the news biz... "Don't go away, we'll have more on this incredible developing story moments from now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8572818649594577800?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8572818649594577800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8572818649594577800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8572818649594577800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8572818649594577800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-here-and-still-waiting-and-by-way.html' title='Still Waiting... and by the way, &quot;Say 8!&quot;'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5005284664243269207</id><published>2009-11-29T18:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:09:24.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RICHMOND, VA&lt;/span&gt;-- Since November is not quite over yet, I figured it is not too late for an "I am thankful..." blog post.  So, here we go....  drum roll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; things, but just to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;health&lt;/span&gt;. I got the "mother of all colds" a few weeks ago and actually missed a few days of work because it was so bad. However, despite all that it was only my 2nd and 3rd "sick days" I've used all year. (Trust me, I would have much rather been at work). So, generally, you could say I've had a pretty "healthy" year. Knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;family&lt;/span&gt;.  I am sitting in Brittany's living room as I type this. I am the only one here. Kind of weird... I know. Amy and I spent the entire Thanksgiving weekend down here (or over here... up here... whatever direction you're reading this from) in Richmond. It's been a lot of fun sister-bonding time. Brittany and Brian just left for the hospital a few hours ago. No, Britt is not in labor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; (I know, what is taking this little guy so long)! Britt's due date came and went on Friday... so she is going to be induced tomorrow morning!  I will most certainly keep you all posted.  I'm acting as Brian's backup, so I'll be here until the little guy arrives (name still not determined). Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. You know who you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BYU Football&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks for beating the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; last night! (I can't wait to rub it in at work this week). You made my whole football season!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but not least...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Missionaries&lt;/span&gt;.  Today, Amy and I decided we'd hit up a 9 a.m. ward... it was a few minutes away... but worth it to see one of our favorite missionaries! Elder Jeppesen... you're doing great!  (I know, I know, it's probably not legit to just "drop in" to see missionaries that you know (even if he is your cousin, and even if he is serving in your area), but we just felt like we should, and were so glad we did!) I feel like he is one of my little brothers, I just love the kid... (who is clearly not a kid anymore... and taller than me!)  His twin brother is serving in Ghana. Amy is trying to conjure up a way to just "drop by" to see him too. My guess... she'll figure out a way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxMHxl75ZzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CwYddQxEPKI/s1600/downsized_1129091213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxMHxl75ZzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CwYddQxEPKI/s400/downsized_1129091213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409676125980419890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a happy, healthy, and peaceful Thanksgiving. If you're reading this, it's likely that I am thankful for you in my life... even in just a small, simple way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5005284664243269207?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5005284664243269207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5005284664243269207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5005284664243269207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5005284664243269207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-thankful.html' title='Very Thankful'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SxMHxl75ZzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CwYddQxEPKI/s72-c/downsized_1129091213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6457137680106393652</id><published>2009-10-27T21:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:08:33.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in the District</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to admit that my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leaving work every night isn't too shabby this time of year...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SuegU7hTvmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WPmDxEfn_0k/s320/1020091846.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397458959862054498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my view out the metro window, going over the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potomac River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and heading into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arlington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn't so bad either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SuegsK3XUvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4yOFS2eJL24/s320/1022091726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397459359118086898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my view of all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vibrant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leaves, headed down the street to do a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the outlet stores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Sueg42lBhxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/nP49GqR_lMs/s320/1024091403a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397459577010751250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...where I happened to find these on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for $1.99 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(regular price: $19.95).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Suezuf7DbnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Nc_PNuC_4Ng/s320/img100m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397480289851371122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in D.C.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6457137680106393652?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6457137680106393652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6457137680106393652&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6457137680106393652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6457137680106393652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-in-district.html' title='Fall in the District'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SuegU7hTvmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WPmDxEfn_0k/s72-c/1020091846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1875316788936901988</id><published>2009-10-04T14:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:42:08.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/span&gt; -- The excitement has not yet worn off of me being an aunt, so I am once again going to blog about my new nephew, Michael.  In my last blog post, I asked for your help in deciding who he looks most like, Rob or Lorena.  I got mixed reviews. However, this morning the answer was pretty clear...  I spent a few minutes chatting with Rob and baby Michael on our webcams (God bless macs). I snapped a few photos while we were chatting, so you could see for yourself... there is no denying Michael's resemblance to his dear, old dad.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SsjnyKG5xzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KcBzOibYcZ4/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388811803041580850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Side by side shot. Same haircut, same dumbfounded look on their faces. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Ssjo_ow2vtI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/GC2F1gImZVk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Ssjo_ow2vtI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/GC2F1gImZVk/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388813134120533714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only three weeks old, and the poor kid already has no sympathy from his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Ssjnao18u9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/kcsIRBp7V0s/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388811398975110098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Both highly entertaining and cute kids. True Candrians&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1875316788936901988?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1875316788936901988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1875316788936901988&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1875316788936901988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1875316788936901988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SsjnyKG5xzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KcBzOibYcZ4/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2243047561329484073</id><published>2009-09-18T16:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:12:47.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt; -- I've been an aunt now for almost a week! (thank you, feels great!) And I can't get over how cute this little guy is... although he's far away Rob has been doing a good job at sending little email updates, included with pictures (although we'd all like to see more).  At first I was pretty convinced baby Michael looks just like a mini Rob...  Here he is just a day old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382914297192968306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SrP0CIyO8HI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QQnIyMOn3bo/s320/Baby+R.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;But after seeing this more recent picture (5 days old), I'm not so sure...  He looks much more like Lorena in this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SrPzi4THlGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pJzcgv0ovtY/s1600-h/Baby+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382913760191550562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SrPzi4THlGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pJzcgv0ovtY/s320/Baby+L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for a baby to change looks that quickly?  I'm not so sure. So, let's take a very unscientific poll.  Who does he look most like? Rob or Lorena?  I'd love to hear your opinion!  Either way, he's still a cute kid!  Can't wait to meet him!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see more pictures of the parents to better determine who he looks like, click &lt;a href="http://lorenaandrob.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2243047561329484073?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2243047561329484073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2243047561329484073&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2243047561329484073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2243047561329484073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-baby.html' title='HEY BABY!'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SrP0CIyO8HI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QQnIyMOn3bo/s72-c/Baby+R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8057938042461846655</id><published>2009-09-01T12:47:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:28:35.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WiFi in the Wild Blue Yonder</title><content type='html'>SOMEWHERE IN THE AIR -- I have spent the last two weeks all over the state of Utah for work and this past weekend in San Francisco hanging out with my parents, seeing Wicked, and cheering on our San Francisco Giants. Right now I'm on my non-stop (thank goodness, I hate layovers) flight back to Washington, D.C. It's always tough heading back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked onto the plane today, I noticed there was a "WiFi" sign.  Wow... I had heard of airlines getting WiFI, but haven't actually been on a plane that had it. And since I'm not online &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; enough I thought I'd try it out. So, I used the free pass that first-timers (meaning first time WiFi users) get on Delta, and decided to hope online and get some work done.  Of course, work always turns into checking my email... so I logged onto gmail and noticed my brother online...  he's currently living in Sweden working for the State Department, for those of you who don't know.  Anyway, gmail has a cool "video chat" feature for users who have a camera on their computers.  And since Rob and I both have Macs with built-in cameras, I decided to video chat with Rob... of course, I was courteous and put my headphones in so no one else could hear him, and I mostly just did head nods as Rob gave me a video tour of his new place in Sweden.  One of the flight attendants noticed, and thought it was so cool that she got the other flight attendants to gather around and say hello to Rob all the way over in Sweden.  So here he is waving to all the folks aboard Delta flight 1158.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Sp1UeUOBoRI/AAAAAAAAAks/RcwuPwxtVEY/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Sp1UeUOBoRI/AAAAAAAAAks/RcwuPwxtVEY/s320/Picture+18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376546409950585106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool the things technology can do these days...  connect a person on a plane, flying somewhere in the skies over Colorado with someone on the other side of the world. And I can even blog about all of it... with hours to go before I reach my final destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8057938042461846655?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8057938042461846655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8057938042461846655&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8057938042461846655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8057938042461846655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/09/chatting-in-wild-blue-yonder.html' title='WiFi in the Wild Blue Yonder'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Sp1UeUOBoRI/AAAAAAAAAks/RcwuPwxtVEY/s72-c/Picture+18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1804820244207488807</id><published>2009-07-29T14:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:36:20.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SnCSWX2ogmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0gVFp2o9_XE/s1600-h/banana+pudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363948069256200802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SnCSWX2ogmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0gVFp2o9_XE/s320/banana+pudding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some people say laughter is the best medicine, others resort to "retail&lt;br /&gt;therapy" when they need a good boost... both can be effective at times, and I've resorted to both as neccessary. But for me, a cure-all, anytime (or at least for a little while), is a good &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I often do, I headed to the Senate Cafeteria for lunch. Their food is subpar, but their desserts have yet to disappoint. On today's menu: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;banana pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a dessert I came to love while living in Florida. It's even topped off with a Nilla Wafer... a cookie I grew up snacking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calories might not do much for my &lt;em&gt;not especially large&lt;/em&gt; behind :) , but it sure tasteed good! I even ate it before I ate my real lunch, which consisted of leftovers (not so amazing). The dessert was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tasting that I even recruited a co-worker to go down and get one! Homemade vanilla pudding, mixed with slices of banana, topped with a dollop of whipped cream, and a Nilla Wafer on top. Take my word for it, this really was amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1804820244207488807?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1804820244207488807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1804820244207488807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1804820244207488807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1804820244207488807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing.html' title='AMAZING'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SnCSWX2ogmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0gVFp2o9_XE/s72-c/banana+pudding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1359924055189690217</id><published>2009-07-24T17:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:06:40.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer BBQs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C&lt;/span&gt;. -- It's summer time, hot, humid, bugs everywhere, and I'm longing for all the things that remind me of summer growing up: a pool and a barbeque.  The pool part is a little out of my hands, but I've made up my mind that before this summer is over I'm going to buy my own BBQ.  I think I've watched my dad enough times to know how to successfully grill a piece of marinated meat.  We always had a charcoal grill, so I'm pretty sure I could buy one of those and BBQ with the best of them!  But everyone else I know has a gas grill.  So the question of the day is...  Which do you prefer?  Gas or charcoal?              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This topic, coincidentally, reminds me of one of my favorite news bloopers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIr8SUKsn6k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIr8SUKsn6k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And while we're on this topic...  second favorite news blooper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQgQQgExY0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQgQQgExY0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, back to the topic in point... give me all your BBQ suggestions!  I'm open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1359924055189690217?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1359924055189690217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1359924055189690217&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1359924055189690217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1359924055189690217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-bbqs.html' title='Summer BBQs'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7803791290148150637</id><published>2009-06-08T23:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:23:08.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me out to the Ball Game!</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON, D.C. -- I went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nationals&lt;/span&gt; game on Thursday.  I was there for Randy Johnson's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300th&lt;/span&gt; win. It was a double header and it rained the whole game!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Si3TBenczjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yvBEYHD1xjc/s320/Britt+Fam+June+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160355110506034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Si3SLa39jCI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tl1Un0GxAyc/s320/Britt+Fam+June+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345159426393082914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...thrown to me by this guy, left fielder Willy Harris of the Nats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Si3TpFbEGOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OzLh2kSYBK8/s320/340x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161035542436066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He probably wouldn't have thrown it to me had he of known I was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt; fan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://sanfrancisco.giants.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=sf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; both games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7803791290148150637?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7803791290148150637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7803791290148150637&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7803791290148150637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7803791290148150637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take Me out to the Ball Game!'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Si3TBenczjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yvBEYHD1xjc/s72-c/Britt+Fam+June+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7410575521402529461</id><published>2009-06-05T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:57:48.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE DONUT DAY</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON, D.C. -- A friend of mine showed me this article today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonian.com/blogarticles/restaurants/bestbites/12555.html"&gt;http://www.washingtonian.com/blogarticles/restaurants/bestbites/12555.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how excited this made me, because I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;donuts&lt;/span&gt;! I used to eat one every day at &lt;a href="http://www.byu.edu/"&gt;BYU &lt;/a&gt;when I walked through the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wilk.byu.edu/"&gt;Wilkinson Center &lt;/a&gt;on the way to class.  It may or may not have contributed to a few extra pounds during my college days... but nonetheless, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;donuts&lt;/span&gt; remain my favorite treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343887152347163250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SilNDUttKnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_GqyWxe9Otc/s320/donut.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find a Krispy Kreme or Dunkin' Donuts nearby so I can get one for free!  (Although I think Krispy Kreme gives out free donuts everyday?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7410575521402529461?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7410575521402529461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7410575521402529461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7410575521402529461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7410575521402529461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/free-donut-day.html' title='FREE DONUT DAY'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SilNDUttKnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_GqyWxe9Otc/s72-c/donut.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8807920489216068903</id><published>2009-06-02T09:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:06:20.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Missionary Procedures</title><content type='html'>I have a cousin going to the MTC in a few weeks... so this article makes me sad.  Anyone else think swine flu is overly hyped just a tad?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/print/705307847/MTC-changes-missionary-drop-off-procedures.html"&gt;http://www.deseretnews.com/article/print/705307847/MTC-changes-missionary-drop-off-procedures.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8807920489216068903?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8807920489216068903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8807920489216068903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8807920489216068903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8807920489216068903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-missionary-procedures.html' title='New Missionary Procedures'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1666045769774141842</id><published>2009-06-01T20:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:50:19.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourist Attractions</title><content type='html'>Ft. Myers, FL -- Instead of going &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0UHJKueXWk"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for Memorial Day this year, I went to Florida. I have this thing where I have to have something to look forward to, to make my every day living/job/monotony, etc. a little more tolerable.  And for months I have been looking forward to going to Florida for these two fine people's wedding in Orlando, followed by their reception in Tallahassee the next day.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRxJxm3KNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/oGpFZsYyGCc/s1600-h/Chris+and+Kendal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342519470717348050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRxJxm3KNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/oGpFZsYyGCc/s320/Chris+and+Kendal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wedding trip turned into a beach excursion with my mom.  After all the wedding festivities she flew down for a few days to hang out with me on the beach.  Isn't it so pretty there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRvyjzg9MI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fD0_fGiIa5o/s1600-h/DSCF0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517972363703490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRvyjzg9MI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fD0_fGiIa5o/s320/DSCF0629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She enjoyed her beach time collecting shells and building creations out of sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRvdoJj16I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1XVEuda3bZU/s1600-h/DSCF0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517612752656290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRvdoJj16I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1XVEuda3bZU/s320/DSCF0585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how every hotel has one of those racks filled with brochures... Apparently the Florida tourism industry is trying to get all it can out of the poor economy.  Among the Florida attractions advertised for... the zoo, parasailing, cruises, swimming with dolphins... was a brochure for "Free Daily Tours" of FORECLOSED homes.  I didn't know if I should be shocked or just laugh.  I did both, although I'm not sure if turning others misfortunes into a sales pitch by saying, "Free Daily Tours of the HOTTEST bank owned homes!" is too tactful.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRu_CkBpGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MnT0uvH7MBM/s1600-h/DSCF0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517087267038306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRu_CkBpGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MnT0uvH7MBM/s320/DSCF0718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I have to come up with another "looking forward to" p0int.  Any trip suggestions are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1666045769774141842?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1666045769774141842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1666045769774141842&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1666045769774141842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1666045769774141842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/tourist-attractions.html' title='Tourist Attractions'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SiRxJxm3KNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/oGpFZsYyGCc/s72-c/Chris+and+Kendal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-8158568783364215477</id><published>2009-05-10T15:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:22:28.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SgcxUcDE0_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/pTg0nzWmIf8/s320/AR005102.JPG'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON, D.C. -- HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM!!!!  No matter where I am in the world I can always depend on one person to make me feel like I'm not so far from home.  It just takes one phone call, or a goofy email, and my mom makes me feel like she's just around the corner, and not so far away after all.  She's made many long road trips with me, from Utah to Washington state, and all the way to Florida.  What a trooper!  Even though I know it's the last thing she ever wants to do, she always takes me shopping when I come home, even though she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; I do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; need any more clothes.  She's also the world's best chef... and isn't afraid to try out new recipes on us, (much to my dad's dismay).  She's one of the most creative, artistic, and giving people I have ever known.  I still have a lot to learn from her.  I'm afraid I'll never reach the level of greatness that she has set for each one of her kids.  I'm afraid of disappointing her, so I always try harder to succeed at whatever I do.  She's a good motivator!  I am so thankful God knew what he was doing when he decided she could be my mom. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's also really good at coming to visit on a consistent basis with my dad.  This picture is from their most recent visit during the inauguration.  Isn't she so cute?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Sgcwm0E7fgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Sjof-IGredE/s320/East+Coast+Party+166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334285727016123906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully she and I are headed on a week long excursion through Florida in a few weeks, where scarves, hats, and cold weather can be left far behind.  I can't wait to hang out on the Florida coast enjoying my mom's company for a few days where I will have her undivided attention...  so please, no one call her that week with any pressing problems.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also can't help but think of this lady on Mother's Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Sgcx_pyZttI/AAAAAAAAAco/2uxcOzUkcnA/s320/AR001702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334287253262415570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Grandma Candrian.  (For some reason I only have old pictures of her on my computer). I guess redheads seem to have a strong motherly influence in my life.  My Grandma was one of my favorite people in the world.  Just like a true red head she was firey and sassy, and no thanks to her several people in my family have inherited those traits (geez, thanks Grams)!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My siblings and I spent a lot of time at her house growing up.  Grandma's pool was the place to be when it got hot outside.  And every Christmas Amy, Brittany, Kent and I would help her make gingerbread cookies.  Boy do we have some fun memories of putting gingerbread dough in random places outside, and then watching it bake throughout summer.  (really, who does that?) When I grew up and went off to college, I still talked to her on a weekly basis.  In fact, one of my most fond college memories (and I have a lot) was during my last semester at BYU.  I had an internship up in Salt Lake City at KSL every weekend, and every Friday night when my work was done she would take me out to dinner.  I will never forget the fun we had!  I miss her a ton!  So... to two of my favorite red heads... Happy Mother's Day!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-8158568783364215477?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8158568783364215477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=8158568783364215477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8158568783364215477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/8158568783364215477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/Sgcwm0E7fgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Sjof-IGredE/s72-c/East+Coast+Party+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-4029022666894893162</id><published>2009-05-08T07:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:11:46.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SgQb024VwPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wvOOjANU4rs/s1600-h/KFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt; - I can't remember the last time I ate at &lt;a href="http://www.kfc.com/"&gt;KFC&lt;/a&gt;, but I have eaten there the last two nights in a row. I know what you're thinking... "Don't you have better options than that in D.C?" Yes, we sure do. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is one of my favorites: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobysonline.com/)%20But"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.mobysonline.com/) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, thanks to this little coupon... dinner was on KFC! And you don't really get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/oprahshow/20090430-tows-kfc-coupon-download"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/article/oprahshow/20090430-tows-kfc-coupon-download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333422928489084850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SgQf5VGD97I/AAAAAAAAAbw/e4Pq5-KG_GA/s320/KFC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;KFC is doing a big promotion for its new &lt;em&gt;grilled&lt;/em&gt; chicken. It comes with two pieces of chicken, two sides (mashed potatoes are my favorite) and a biscuit. Apparently everyone else has caught on to the deal as well, because both times I've been the line has been nearly out the door. Who doesn't love a &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; meal? And during these challening economic times, the cheaper, the better. So, click on the above link, head to KFC and enjoy a free dinner... or as many as you want until the deal ends on May 19th. I'm sure I'll be going there a few more times before the promotion is through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/oprahshow/20090430-tows-kfc-coupon-download"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-4029022666894893162?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4029022666894893162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=4029022666894893162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/4029022666894893162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/4029022666894893162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-dinner.html' title='Free Dinner'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SgQf5VGD97I/AAAAAAAAAbw/e4Pq5-KG_GA/s72-c/KFC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5410966018948160320</id><published>2009-03-27T14:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:18:32.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tools and Personality</title><content type='html'>I watched the following news story on MSNBC while at work a few weeks ago and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable this kid is during the interview.  It's obvious the anchor is just as smitten with him.  It took me awhile to find the clip online to show everyone... but here it is...  I finally found it!  If only we all had so much "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;tools and personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" to offer the workplace... and let's not forget about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...  Please, watch this.  It's darling!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/29792567#29792567" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5410966018948160320?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5410966018948160320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5410966018948160320&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5410966018948160320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5410966018948160320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/tools-and-personality.html' title='Tools and Personality'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5224278615487639085</id><published>2009-03-22T19:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:22:01.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is amazing...</title><content type='html'>My sister, Brittany, showed me this clip.  I watched it, laughed, and thought, "how true."  Everything really is "amazing" in this world, yet no one is happy.  People complain about things that they really shouldn't.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch this clip and you'll see exactly what I'm talking about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jETv3NURwLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jETv3NURwLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5224278615487639085?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5224278615487639085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5224278615487639085&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5224278615487639085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5224278615487639085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-amazing.html' title='Everything is amazing...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2889446838586176384</id><published>2009-03-02T11:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:34:26.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little under/over the Weather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C. -- I think it's really annoying when people whine and complain about petty personal things on their blogs... as if everyone needs to know about their problems.  Please, save it for your journal.  (I know, I'm not very sympathetic).  I'm kind of going to do a little whining of my own today though...  but only because I woke up to this...  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SawKgVe1PLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UJXx65OsunY/s1600-h/0302091130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SawKgVe1PLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UJXx65OsunY/s320/0302091130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308629611401526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/weather/03/02/winter.weather/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;View from my bedroom window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/weather/03/02/winter.weather/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I'm aware that it doesn't look like very much snow...  but snow is snow... and I hate it in any form or quantity.  But even worse than snow, I hate being sick, and I've been sick all weekend. Where is Spring?!  Okay, I'm done.  I'll spare further detail of my ailings and save the rest for my journal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2889446838586176384?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2889446838586176384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2889446838586176384&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2889446838586176384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2889446838586176384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-under-weather.html' title='A Little under/over the Weather...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SawKgVe1PLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UJXx65OsunY/s72-c/0302091130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-2659009351910844807</id><published>2009-02-14T17:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:48:48.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>While February 14th is Valentine's Day to the rest of the world, it's really just my birthday... and Brittany's.  So, happy birthday to us!   I love that girl... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SZdMB-Za4LI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XN4m5cstjWE/s1600-h/JOY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302790683065245874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SZdMB-Za4LI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XN4m5cstjWE/s320/JOY.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our first birthday.  I'm pretty sure I'm the one on the right. We lived in Pacifica, CA. Weren't we so cute?!  Still are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SZdMrbYYOWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_iHD2yBRt8w/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302791395220142434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SZdMrbYYOWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_iHD2yBRt8w/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're 28... and all grown up... kind of... and living on the opposite side of the country.    Amy, Rob, Lorena and I drove down to Richmond to surprise Brittany this morning.  It was so great being with all my siblings!  I don't remember the last time we actually were in the same state on our birthdays. Amy got us our favorite ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins!  Thanks everyone for your birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-2659009351910844807?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2659009351910844807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=2659009351910844807&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2659009351910844807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/2659009351910844807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SZdMB-Za4LI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XN4m5cstjWE/s72-c/JOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6210423506144973895</id><published>2009-02-05T22:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:03:07.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration</title><content type='html'>I know this topic is a few weeks overdue, but I decided to spend more time than was necessary to adequately describe my experience at the 56th Presidential Inauguration. My whole family, minus Rob and Brian, had tickets in the yellow section. They were great seats. It was a lot of long lines, packed crowds, and bitterly cold weather and moments that we will not soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the video I made describe the rest. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orWsmKCIhg0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orWsmKCIhg0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6210423506144973895?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6210423506144973895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6210423506144973895&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6210423506144973895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6210423506144973895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/02/inauguration.html' title='Inauguration'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-519447462669796198</id><published>2009-01-19T21:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:28:31.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got Obama in the Back...</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON, D.C. -- Tonight is what I'm going to call, "Inauguration Eve." It's the last night of the George W. Bush administration. And despite the hatred and bitterness toward our 43rd president that has seemed to   evolve over the last few years, I can't help but be slightly reminiscent of the opportunities his presidency has provided me, thanks to some really wonderful connections.  So, tonight I'd like to say "Thank you, President Bush for the memories. I will never forget them."  I appreciate his hard work, patriotism and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SXU-LtDkAoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/FwxbFZIh7JM/s1600-h/n623585124_300811_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SXU-LtDkAoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/FwxbFZIh7JM/s320/n623585124_300811_1700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205307837907586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of Brittany and I, with Laura and George W. Bush, at the White House Christmas Party in 2006.  It was AMAZING!  And President Bush was so nice and personable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being slightly emotional about Bush leaving office, I am excited to welcome a new POTUS tomorrow.  My family and I have tickets to the inauguration.  It will be very cold, but we're all hoping it will be another great memory to add to our list. We'll be surrounded by a sea of Obama's faithful followers.  But hopefully not this bunch...  (please press play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99ceefd6a3d441c1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ceefd6a3d441c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6487D2625F34DBA32807C9B8E8401C4AA51627C9.1223148E5F12DB35A451B6DEBF0889C91449D0EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ceefd6a3d441c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8KinV8lkxnJdh077DY3Z1ikdoOg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ceefd6a3d441c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6487D2625F34DBA32807C9B8E8401C4AA51627C9.1223148E5F12DB35A451B6DEBF0889C91449D0EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ceefd6a3d441c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8KinV8lkxnJdh077DY3Z1ikdoOg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outrageous group was a bunch of "Obama rappers."  Apparently they followed Obama's campaign trail rapping to get the crowd riled up. Wow. Classy. I caught them when Obama was in town in Tallahassee. I was assigned to cover his visit and get reaction from the large crowd gathering outside the Challenger Center at Kleman Plaza. Obama was not scheduled to speak to the crowd waiting for him outside, but I remember I was impressed that he stopped and took a few minutes to address the cheering crowd (I guess that's what campaigning is all about). He grabbed a megaphone, stood on a park bench and said some motivational things about uniting the country. As we bid Bush farewell, I wish Obama the best. Our country needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-519447462669796198?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99ceefd6a3d441c1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/519447462669796198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=519447462669796198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/519447462669796198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/519447462669796198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/weve-got-obama-in-back.html' title='We&apos;ve Got Obama in the Back...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SXU-LtDkAoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/FwxbFZIh7JM/s72-c/n623585124_300811_1700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1716403040861054744</id><published>2009-01-07T20:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:16:26.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SWawTM66OqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/xqs3B0tnDQo/s1600-h/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SWawTM66OqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/xqs3B0tnDQo/s320/Friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289108656325540514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; are like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Purses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;They're handy to have around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You can never have too many,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You don't want to lose them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And you can't live without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at home for Christmas, several of my favorite people stopped in to say hello.  Tiffanie, a best friend since we were kids, who lived down the street; Jill, who I've known since grade school and was in my ward growing up; and Sommer, a high school buddy and college roommate, who I talk to on a weekly basis.  Thanks for stopping by!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely grateful for these friends, and many others.  I've made a lot of wonderful friends over the years, who I will be forever grateful for.  Friends help make being at home memorable, and become your family when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks friends for all you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1716403040861054744?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1716403040861054744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1716403040861054744&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1716403040861054744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1716403040861054744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/bffs.html' title='BFF&apos;s'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SWawTM66OqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/xqs3B0tnDQo/s72-c/Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-1450031724802803756</id><published>2008-12-21T21:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:47:48.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas?  No thanks.</title><content type='html'>All over the country there are reports of airport closures, record snow falls, even snow in places it doesn't usually snow.   I was just checking out weather.com to see how cold it will be when I fly home to Salt Lake City in a few days, and I was not happy with the forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current SLC conditions:  25 degrees, but feels like 14.  Snow showers are predicted for the next 6 days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC's current weather: 32 but feels like 21.  No snow forecasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known that I hate snow. Which brings me to my next thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallahassee, Florida:  On Christmas it will be a sunny 79 degrees.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No snow.  Ever. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas my family flew to the Gulf Coast to spend Christmas with me in Florida.  We rented a cute, little beach house on the Gulf, and enjoyed white sandy beaches, dolphins splashing in the waves, alligator boat tours, and building sand castles.  While the rest of the country got blasted with snow, we were enjoying peaceful, sunny blue skies, completely snow free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it is a different story.  We are back to the traditional Christmas of going home for the holidays.   I fly home on Wednesday, where there will be LOTS of snow blanketing the ground.  Perhaps there will be a Christmas miracle, all the snow will melt, and I can once again enjoy a sunny Christmas.  I can at least hope, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honor of a once warmer time, just a year ago, here is a fun video summarizing our  Christmas in paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40cc0c0aafeeb8bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40cc0c0aafeeb8bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D631F2DF8CBFBB9E3D17849FE5A9AFBE1A2A566E5.78ADD31F868A122B7E380671187024F067870B82%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40cc0c0aafeeb8bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgIWqlgxmE5Vasb9hDnpN1D3e_g8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40cc0c0aafeeb8bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D631F2DF8CBFBB9E3D17849FE5A9AFBE1A2A566E5.78ADD31F868A122B7E380671187024F067870B82%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40cc0c0aafeeb8bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgIWqlgxmE5Vasb9hDnpN1D3e_g8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-1450031724802803756?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=40cc0c0aafeeb8bc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1450031724802803756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=1450031724802803756&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1450031724802803756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/1450031724802803756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas-no-thanks.html' title='White Christmas?  No thanks.'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-3128118776472940436</id><published>2008-12-08T23:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:10:53.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Candrians Go to Washington</title><content type='html'>This year my mom put me in charge of writing our traditional family Christmas letter.   They're always so boring and predictable (the letters, not my family), so I thought I'd spice it up a bit and write it newspaper style.  &lt;a href="http://yesitsnatural.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; is also posting this to her blog.  But granted the subject matter, you really can't post it enough.    Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Candrians Go to Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By: Andrea Candrian&lt;br /&gt;Candrian Family Staff Writer&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, December 4, 2008; Page A01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON, DC – It would seem that fate and the East Coast would collide in 2008, bringing together, once again, all the children of Mike and Joy Candrian.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/ST34RWAKulI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tkBq-Cshwtg/s1600-h/DSCF0202%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/ST34RWAKulI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tkBq-Cshwtg/s320/DSCF0202%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277647315195837010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may recall, Brittany was the first to make the move to Washington, D.C., back in 2005.   Rob and Lorena followed close behind in 2006.  And this year, Andrea and Amy caught Potomac fever too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, an update on &lt;a href="http://lorenaandrob.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rob and Lorena&lt;/a&gt;: they are busy preparing for a big move overseas.  This next summer they’ll pack up their belongings and head to Stockholm, Sweden, where the State Department has given Rob his first assignment. They’re both busy learning the Swedish language and keeping in shape.  Much of Lorena’s spare time in 2008 was spent bike racing. You can check out one of her races on youtube:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qyo2UeCRYFE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qyo2UeCRYFE&lt;/a&gt;.  Rob couldn’t let Lorena have all the fun staying fit, so he trained and did his first triathlon.  Sorry, no video available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany and Brian are still living in Richmond, VA, just a few hours south of D.C.  Brittany landed a job in Congressman Eric Cantor’s (R-VA) district office in Richmond.  She occasionally gets to head back to her old turf in D.C. for training on Capitol Hill.  She couldn’t be happier.  Meanwhile, her husband, Brian, is busy pulling teeth. He has a year and a half left to go in dental school at VCU before he can officially be called Dr. Richman.  Anyone need a root canal?  Brian needs some practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Andrea, she’s slightly regretting her move to D.C., now that the weather has gotten bitterly cold.  She ditched her CBS reporting gig in sunny Florida this spring to pursue a press job on Capitol Hill.  She now works for Senator Bennett (R-UT) as his Deputy Press Secretary.  All you Utahans can rest assured that the Senator will be getting only the best news coverage on how your tax dollars are wisely being spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy graduated from Brigham Young University in April.  She didn’t want to be the only Candrian kid left back west, so she too headed to D.C.  She interned with the American Diabetes Association this summer.  That led to a full-time job at the United States Agency for International Development (USAID), where she now works as a program assistant in the office of HIV/AIDS.  She’ll be headed to Africa sometime in 2009 for a business trip.  Amy has discovered that post-college life, aka growing up, is slightly overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do I want to stay on the East Coast,” Amy questioned.  “Nope.  I’ve lived in California, and that’s the funnest place I’ve ever been.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Joy wouldn’t mind it if their youngest moved closer to home. They, of course, aren’t really enjoying life as empty nesters as much as they thought they would.  In 2008 they made four trips to D.C. to visit their children.   While it’s not likely they’ll be moving there anytime soon, they’re realizing their West Coast blood is running a little thin these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I miss my kids,” Mike and Joy are constantly heard saying.   Joy is spending her lonely hours perfecting her oil painting skills and working for an architecture firm.  Meanwhile, Mike continues working for the church, keeping up on the latest novels, and jogging on a broken foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d like to join the Candrians, and millions of other Americans, at the Inauguration in January, give any one of them a call. They insist they'll give you a good rate on a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where the Candrians will be a year from now?  They’ll keep you posted.  For now, they wish you a Merry Christmas and all the best in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can reach Mike and Joy via email at joycandrian@gmail.com or candrianME@ldschurch.org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-3128118776472940436?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3128118776472940436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=3128118776472940436&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3128118776472940436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3128118776472940436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2008/12/candrians-go-to-washington.html' title='The Candrians Go to Washington'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/ST34RWAKulI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tkBq-Cshwtg/s72-c/DSCF0202%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-5925283996664803639</id><published>2008-11-24T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:04:49.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Folder, Fifth Picture...  Kind of</title><content type='html'>My best childhood friend, Tiffanie, "tagged" me on her blog.  I always think it's annoying when people blog just because they were "tagged," but since I am not much of a blogger... I might as well write about what she wants me to...  so here it is...   the fifth picture in my fifth folder...  and also one of my favorite Florida memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSt2wYAOdXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qrEJVMfoLww/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSt2wYAOdXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qrEJVMfoLww/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272438362216494450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is what you think it is... a real Civil War reinactment. One of my friends from Florida, Michelle, took me to this in Olusty, Florida, near Lake City.  It was one of the FUNNIEST things I have ever seen, although it was meant to be really serious.  There were bleachers set up so people could watch... and much to my shock, the crowd started roaring when the Confederates came out on the battle field.  When I scoffed at what was happening, I was told the crowd also cheered when the Union came out... but I didn't hear it. Nor do I believe it.  You've got to love the South. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffanie also tagged me again... something about 7 things... we'll see if I get to that one.  Probably I'll find something else to blog about. No more tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...  I haven't actually told anyone about this blog... except Tiffanie... so if you're discovering it, it's all on your own.  Welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-5925283996664803639?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5925283996664803639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=5925283996664803639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5925283996664803639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/5925283996664803639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2008/11/fifth-folder-fifth-picture-kind-of.html' title='Fifth Folder, Fifth Picture...  Kind of'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSt2wYAOdXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qrEJVMfoLww/s72-c/DSC00323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6176427489690968383</id><published>2008-11-21T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:25:03.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital What?</title><content type='html'>Last February I did a series of stories on the Digital Conversion taking place in 2009.  It was an interesting topic to dig into.  I interviewed a lot of fun people, including experts on the conversion, as well as senior citizens who were nothing but confused.  The basis of the conversion is that, by law, all TV stations have to get rid of their analog signal and switch everything to digital.  It will allow TV stations to broadcast a better picture with less interruptions, as well as broadcast more information on a smaller bandwidth.  It's said to be pretty remarkable when all is said and done.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out my stories at &lt;a href="http://www.wctv.tv/dtv"&gt;http://www.wctv.tv/dtv&lt;/a&gt; under "Digital TV Switch Headlines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversion is pretty confusing to a lot of people.  And as well as I may have explained it in my stories I'd have to say this one sums it up even better...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFuMO9oazwQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFuMO9oazwQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6176427489690968383?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6176427489690968383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6176427489690968383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6176427489690968383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6176427489690968383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2008/11/digital-what.html' title='Digital What?'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-7557150021258086367</id><published>2008-11-01T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:44:30.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SQy9j0DL0dI/AAAAAAAAAOs/64O5o_NG5vQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SQy9j0DL0dI/AAAAAAAAAOs/64O5o_NG5vQ/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263790487454339538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment in my life seemed so long ago. I look so smug, like I knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going, and how I was going to get there.  It's funny how only months later everything is completely different.  Now, I'm not doing anything close to what I had planned, and I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm completely clueless why I ended up here... far away from my dreams.  Life is funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've prided myself in my single, young-adult, careless, independent life in having adventures.  The "adventure" I'm currently partaking in has seemed to hit a lot of bumpy roads, but it is an adventure nonetheless... and I'm sure it's far from over.  Perhaps I'll start taking this blogging thing more seriously so I can share my random thoughts along the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-7557150021258086367?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7557150021258086367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=7557150021258086367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7557150021258086367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/7557150021258086367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is Funny...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SQy9j0DL0dI/AAAAAAAAAOs/64O5o_NG5vQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-6495410839037369230</id><published>2008-02-01T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:38:28.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown...</title><content type='html'>Well, I still haven't figured out how to post pictures or anything else on this blasted thing... but text.  So, good thing I like to write. And good thing you like to read (I assume). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been feeling very reminiscent this week about my time here in Florida.  I absolutely love it here. It's gorgeous... and there's no better feeling in the world than knowing it's 60 plus degrees outside when it's snowing and below freezing in the rest of the country.  Who wouldn't like that?!    Anyway, I've been compiling a list of all my "Florida moments" in my head about why this place is so great, and what I enjoy about it.  One day, I'm going to collect them all and make my "Florida moments" into a video.  And then when I figure out how to post something other than text on this blog, then you can all see it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to realize that my time here is limited... although, how limited is uncertain. I've been applying for jobs... news and non-news. I told God it was up to Him. I'll be fine either way.  Although, I think I may feel like part of my identity is missing if I have to switch careers.  But I'm sure it will all be for the best.  Here's to whatever that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-6495410839037369230?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6495410839037369230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=6495410839037369230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6495410839037369230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/6495410839037369230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2008/02/countdown.html' title='The Countdown...'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895515964969430335.post-3584228931082086626</id><published>2007-12-29T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:56:18.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite sure how this blogging thing works. I've seen/read plenty of blogs... but never created my own before. I reserved this page a long time ago and done absolutely nothing with it... so here's to nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895515964969430335-3584228931082086626?l=ajcandrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3584228931082086626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1895515964969430335&amp;postID=3584228931082086626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3584228931082086626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895515964969430335/posts/default/3584228931082086626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajcandrian.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>AJ Candrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01258126486138240773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rflW50LCwQ0/SSc35k92PbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pbBEmF4maKQ/S220/DSC00239.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
