<?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-3087369997660224173</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:58:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manner tills</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6337987338980128344</id><published>2011-07-16T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:39:23.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's great.</title><content type='html'>What's great? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more zits on my face right now than i did between the ages 12-18 put together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw it's not great, it's sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the part about only having 5 zits between the ages of 12-18 was totally serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6337987338980128344?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6337987338980128344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6337987338980128344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6337987338980128344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6337987338980128344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-great.html' title='It&apos;s great.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2463989637725974107</id><published>2011-05-10T13:06:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:26:31.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I blogged.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, I apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I'M AN UNCLE!!!!!!!!! Yeah, thats right. Evalynn June (poccahontas running horse) Langager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the cutest thing in the world. Look, already wearing jeggings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFyMitwtKqo/TcmOH6LTiqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OyFVXBUiWNE/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFyMitwtKqo/TcmOH6LTiqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OyFVXBUiWNE/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605167477766195874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbYXxE7SFdI/TcmZ1UzO2qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Stumh-nL-K8/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbYXxE7SFdI/TcmZ1UzO2qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Stumh-nL-K8/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605180352635001506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I busted up my (left) ankle pretty dang good at the end of January. My roommate thinks it was a grade 3 sprain, I'm a boy so i didn't see a doctor. I had to go to school on crutches for a week and walked with a limp for another three weeks. Intramural soccer. Some kid kicked my foot, knocked me off balance and when I went to the ground I landed on my foot wrong, I heard some popping sounds and was done for. Then the kid had the audacity to tell me i was faking, weird cuz I couldn't even walk off the field. After the game I told him how stupid he was (understatement) after I heard him tell his friends, "I didn't even touch him." Needless to say it was a depressing winter semester. It has been over three months and it still swells up anytime I do something active. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or two weeks later. (sorry, no picture of it the size of a softball) ps. it was purple on the other side of my foot and down by my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWovWXG8ktM/TcmM3QmPIsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MxRsRDfkFu4/s1600/photo.JPG"&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/-tWovWXG8ktM/TcmM3QmPIsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MxRsRDfkFu4/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605166092215329474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 weeks later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7itAwFJuAEk/TcmQtTtrocI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YmAcTFRSRcU/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7itAwFJuAEk/TcmQtTtrocI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YmAcTFRSRcU/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605170319299682754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over two moths later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mpEBMdAKBs/TcmSRPmhKKI/AAAAAAAAAII/WBrTM1omEX8/s1600/photo.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/-4mpEBMdAKBs/TcmSRPmhKKI/AAAAAAAAAII/WBrTM1omEX8/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605172036182812834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 School went fairly well. I got a 3.8 gpa, BUT I withdrew from my chem 106 class... ps chemistry is by far the worst taught subject at byu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Janna went on her mission. London South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AorB_KOGPM/TbmZBEa9MBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/pRXdN7p93x0/s1600/Jann-by%2Bcourt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 533px; height: 800px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AorB_KOGPM/TbmZBEa9MBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/pRXdN7p93x0/s1600/Jann-by%2Bcourt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I went to the Florida Keys and the Bahamas (ever heard of it), more specifically Andros Island. It was a Geology department field trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics. (full pics on facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORRCuHp7f_Y/TcmWGsHVgRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BekiFn-jzuU/s1600/210183_10150565439960427_878430426_18419556_1812339_o-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORRCuHp7f_Y/TcmWGsHVgRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BekiFn-jzuU/s320/210183_10150565439960427_878430426_18419556_1812339_o-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605176252904603922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGcMtfsFYyk/TcmWYRJ9igI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BC-9hzA79QM/s1600/218269_10150565454010427_878430426_18419678_1065240_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGcMtfsFYyk/TcmWYRJ9igI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BC-9hzA79QM/s320/218269_10150565454010427_878430426_18419678_1065240_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605176554905504258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our own beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clmklcsnyEM/TcmWrsjYILI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9pfZjO6RZN4/s1600/209250_10150565462440427_878430426_18419806_659879_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clmklcsnyEM/TcmWrsjYILI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9pfZjO6RZN4/s320/209250_10150565462440427_878430426_18419806_659879_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605176888677376178" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joulters Cay, an ooid shoal. Coolest place ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvu76pei6-I/TcmXDMjrxaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U-isyHV39DU/s1600/219878_10150565466665427_878430426_18419849_5946963_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvu76pei6-I/TcmXDMjrxaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U-isyHV39DU/s320/219878_10150565466665427_878430426_18419849_5946963_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605177292405589410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3zxy1XXzV0/TcmXdFBApdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FiUPh2GdWIo/s1600/220207_10150565469230427_878430426_18419889_4508221_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3zxy1XXzV0/TcmXdFBApdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FiUPh2GdWIo/s320/220207_10150565469230427_878430426_18419889_4508221_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605177737057707474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shark i swam up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqySpWsAI3U/TcmXsffFmvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Fiwbi4QnPHk/s1600/210566_10150565455775427_878430426_18419709_5635019_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqySpWsAI3U/TcmXsffFmvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Fiwbi4QnPHk/s320/210566_10150565455775427_878430426_18419709_5635019_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605178001861221106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tidal channel, NOT a river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223570_10150565487880427_878430426_18420135_2733358_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 720px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223570_10150565487880427_878430426_18420135_2733358_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2463989637725974107?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2463989637725974107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2463989637725974107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2463989637725974107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2463989637725974107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally.html' title='Finally, I blogged.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFyMitwtKqo/TcmOH6LTiqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OyFVXBUiWNE/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-76790169115795095</id><published>2010-11-17T23:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:21:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl who burped.</title><content type='html'>The girl who burped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i did there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, back to my story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, a girl burped at dinner, a girl, can you believe it? just some friends eating at a restraunt and boom, there it was ;) to avoid further embarrassment she shall remain unnamed, but she knows who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the story has been slightly exaggerated.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-76790169115795095?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/76790169115795095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=76790169115795095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/76790169115795095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/76790169115795095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/girl-who-burped.html' title='The girl who burped.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-4656651676642284449</id><published>2010-10-23T17:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:00:01.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day? maybe.</title><content type='html'>Just when you think your day/week can't get any worse, it does. In this case it gets worse when a water balloon thrown from a car unsuspectingly hits you in the back, while you're walking up 9th east. But then you go home, take your shirt off and sit down. Your wet skin sticks to the leather sofa and thats when you make a realization, shirts are overrated! Your roommates laugh at you because you're sitting on the sofa only wearing jeans and shoes, then someone puts a movie on, Inglorious Btards (edited, great movie, very funny and quite artistic) and you make an even greater realization, maybe today wasn't so bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-4656651676642284449?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4656651676642284449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=4656651676642284449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4656651676642284449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4656651676642284449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-day-maybe.html' title='bad day? maybe.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-4518217723736012167</id><published>2010-09-14T15:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:37:55.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i'm funny.</title><content type='html'>story, pretty sure it may still be funny even if you weren't there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday afternoon my roommate, Jeff, and I got stopped by a red light, that horrible light on university prky by albertsons, movies 8 ect... it's always red. We pull up exactly next to a car with two girls in it, they had their windows down and a popular hip/hop song blaring. They were college aged and looked like they were actually pretty nice girls. Jeff sarcastically says, "don't they know its sunday?" So I decided to be funny, I turned up my radio a little to see what song was playing, I had it on kozy 106.5, they play really crappy sunday music, but sunday music nonetheless, unfortunately it was on a commercial. I said to jeff, "watch this." He still didn't know what I was doing. I reach up and press the cd button on my car, knowing that I had an October 2004 General Conference cd in, with my luck it was mid Mo-tab song! perfect, I cranked it up, keep in mind my car has a fairly good sound system, it was really loud. Then I pulled up a couple feet so they couldn't see our faces, Mo-tab totally drowned out their hip/hop, Jeff and I were laughing so hard, we looked over and the girls were laughing too. They kept trying to pull even with my car, so I would keep inching forward, finally the light went green. We drove to the next light, red, and kept the music turned up, they pulled up next to us again and we were all still laughing. Good times. I think they appreciated our disapproval of their non-sunday music :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-4518217723736012167?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4518217723736012167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=4518217723736012167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4518217723736012167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4518217723736012167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-im-funny.html' title='sometimes i&apos;m funny.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6231011618997406449</id><published>2010-08-31T14:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:04:42.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school</title><content type='html'>As i'm walking out of my calculus class, with like a billion other people, i get a text message from a random/unknown phone number, it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're going to fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i texted back, "nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be a friend from the geology department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i haven't had any chinese spam lately. thank you, spamming, english blog reading, chinese friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6231011618997406449?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6231011618997406449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6231011618997406449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6231011618997406449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6231011618997406449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3301871607130805886</id><published>2010-08-22T14:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:19:35.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hail, 50mph wind, lightning, 10,900ft. ridge...</title><content type='html'>I feel like the title explains everything, but here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week i have had a geology field class. We camped for the week near the top of Alta ski resort, it was so much fun. We each made a geologic map and two cross sections, basically we hiked around all day looking for different rock layers and faults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday rolls around, my partner and i decided to hike with another group of two to the top of sugarloaf peak, about 11,000ft. While hiking up we went around the backside of the mountain for an easier hike, had some lunch and finally arrived at the saddle between sugarloaf and another peak called devils castle. During this hike the sky had become overcast, but we didnt see anything that looked really threatening so we kept going. We made a measurement or two, but the basin had dense fog in it, we had wanted to observe a few things from a distance so we were a little disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time we decided that it may be a smart idea to get off the mountain, so we started going down back to the saddle, after no more than five steps all of the fog in the basin was blown out and five seconds after that the wind totally picked up and had a little bit of hail. By the time i got my rain jacket out of my backpack the hail had picked up and was coming at us sideways, at least 50mph winds. The only thing that could have made our incredibly exposed situation worse was... lighting!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, lightning starts up. Now the fastest way off the mountain was down the face, my group thought it looked too hard and wanted to go down the way we came up. Me being kind of experienced with stuff like this knew that was a stupid idea. I convinced our group that the face was the best way to go. We got off the ridge as fast as we could, but the hail was coming at us so fast that we couldn't walk into it, it really stung our legs. So we hid in a small patch of bushes twenty feet below the ridge. Now one of the members of our group was wearing flip flops, and his "rain coat" was a cotton sweatshirt, genius! So as we were hiding there he was having a panic attack, kinda. He started to shake pretty bad because he was cold, my partner gets out her emergency blanket so we can cover him up. This next part is my favorite. Someone says, "isn't that going to attract lighting?" So i hold it over my head and let it go, didn't throw it or anything, just let it go. It flew out of my hand and up over the ridge, it disappeared so fast, thats how strong the wind was, it must have disapparated (harry potter term). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said a fast prayer, i couldn't even hear it. So i just said in my heart, "bless us not to die." HAHA, we felt a lot more comfortable though. By this time the dorky kid is absolutly freezing! About ten minutes had gone by just laying there. We get out a plastic poncho this time. I unfold it and put it over him to keep him from getting wet. This next part is my least favorite part of the story. I realize that this kid needs to warm up fast so he doesn't get hypothermia, so i had to cuddle with him, i was big spoon... anywho, he got a lot warmer. The hail died down for a split second and someone said, "should we try and go down now?" We all thought it felt right, low and behold the trail i had been telling them about was ten feet away. We got on it and ran/slid down the mountain in at least an inch of hail balls! Lighting striking around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lower on the mountain and felt a little bit relieved, but instead of hail it was rain, we were soaked by the time we got back to camp. When we arrived most of the groups were already back and sitting in the vans with the heaters on. We threw on some dry clothes and joined them. Our ordeal was over, and we totally had the best survival story, which is the best part about going through something like that. Other kids would talk about how they got out of the storm and all i had to say was, "at least you didn't have to cuddle up to a guy so he wouldn't get hypothermia!" haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all drove down to snowbird to work on some stuff in the lodge and by the time we drove back to our camp there wasn't even a cloud in the sky. It was one of the prettiest evenings i have ever seen! That evening we found a little over an inch of water in our bowls that we had left on the camp table, meaning that it rained over an inch in three hours! Looking back i wasn't too worried about getting down safely, unlike the kid in flip flops, but it was definitely exciting! After it was over i said to my partner, "at least you will have a cool story to tell your husband!" HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps dear chinese people, stop making spam comments on my blog, kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3301871607130805886?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3301871607130805886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3301871607130805886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3301871607130805886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3301871607130805886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/hail-50mph-wind-lightning-10900ft-ridge.html' title='hail, 50mph wind, lightning, 10,900ft. ridge...'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2779979665396640785</id><published>2010-08-12T18:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:27:55.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>postcard</title><content type='html'>sometimes you don't need to buy a postcard because you can make your own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/TGSRWSQYS0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3bHK06ohH_Y/s1600/IMG_4388hdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/TGSRWSQYS0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3bHK06ohH_Y/s400/IMG_4388hdr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504684456597277506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2779979665396640785?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2779979665396640785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2779979665396640785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2779979665396640785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2779979665396640785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/postcard.html' title='postcard'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/TGSRWSQYS0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3bHK06ohH_Y/s72-c/IMG_4388hdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6742985287723534244</id><published>2010-07-15T19:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:48:49.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>found it.</title><content type='html'>I found my ski. After a ski lift ride with a bike, an hour and a half mtn bike ride to the top of another lift, bushwaking down a double black ski run (they seem much steeper in the summer), and finding some cool fools gold. I found my ski, seems to be in pretty good shape, with a little rust on the edge :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6742985287723534244?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6742985287723534244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6742985287723534244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6742985287723534244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6742985287723534244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/foud-it.html' title='found it.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-252061443392015599</id><published>2010-05-24T22:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:14:13.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I cleaned out my car.</title><content type='html'>i found the following things in the backseat of my car:&lt;br /&gt;-skis&lt;br /&gt;-ski helmet&lt;br /&gt;-ski gloves (thin)&lt;br /&gt;-ski gloves (think)&lt;br /&gt;-stretchy gloves&lt;br /&gt;-oakley sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;-oakley goggles&lt;br /&gt;-oakley t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;-skull candy bandana&lt;br /&gt;-red bandana&lt;br /&gt;-sun block (spf 30)&lt;br /&gt;-soccer shorts&lt;br /&gt;-shin guards&lt;br /&gt;-soccer socks&lt;br /&gt;-soccer cleats (i call them soccer boots)&lt;br /&gt;-haynes briefs (yeah srsly)&lt;br /&gt;-glasses case&lt;br /&gt;-uvu t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;-one of janna's jackets&lt;br /&gt;-a mix cd &lt;br /&gt;-coke bottle&lt;br /&gt;-mini american flag&lt;br /&gt;-brick oven tie&lt;br /&gt;-giant bag of m&amp;m's&lt;br /&gt;-umbrella (not even mine)&lt;br /&gt;-otter pop wrappers &lt;br /&gt;-a rubber mouse (you know...to scare people)&lt;br /&gt;-the lid to a stack of blank cd's (i used it to scrape snow off my windows...)&lt;br /&gt;-a bunch of pens&lt;br /&gt;-a camera flash stand&lt;br /&gt;-a flash umbrella&lt;br /&gt;-notes from girls&lt;br /&gt;-a birthday card&lt;br /&gt;-october 2004 general conference cd's&lt;br /&gt;-a wrench&lt;br /&gt;-batteries&lt;br /&gt;- and lots and lots of trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, my car was dirty! it is now clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-252061443392015599?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/252061443392015599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=252061443392015599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/252061443392015599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/252061443392015599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cleaned-out-my-car.html' title='I cleaned out my car.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6714817983872739223</id><published>2010-05-04T11:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:05:34.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how to</title><content type='html'>how to break your fast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and graduation hats on top made out of a reeses penut butter cup and a ghirardelli chocolate with carmel on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 3 chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a large piece of lazagna and a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the Oswalds and i had another graduation cupcake, 3 white chocolate chip cookies, and a bowl of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. for the first time in my life there were no b's, c's, d's, or e's on my grades for the semester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6714817983872739223?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6714817983872739223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6714817983872739223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6714817983872739223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6714817983872739223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to.html' title='how to'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2373378680768456681</id><published>2010-04-06T16:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:56:51.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not so happy.</title><content type='html'>So in my trigonometry class our teacher said that if we average 90% or better on the mid-terms then we don't have to take the comprehensive final! Anywho, long story short. My mid-term average: 88%. no luck, i'll be taking the final, however, my overall score going into the final is 91% and it is supposed to be an "easy" final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, only one or two more months and i will go find the love of my life, a ski that looks like a cardboard box...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2373378680768456681?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2373378680768456681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2373378680768456681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2373378680768456681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2373378680768456681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-so-happy.html' title='not so happy.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6636009316177742166</id><published>2010-03-10T23:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:36:24.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do these places have in common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens2261285module12350685photo_1228897285cliffs-of-moher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens2261285module12350685photo_1228897285cliffs-of-moher.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens2261285module12348545photo_1225722053giants_causeway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens2261285module12348545photo_1225722053giants_causeway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kevinliebl.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/rome1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 290px;" src="http://kevinliebl.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/rome1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/0f/d7/82/venice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/0f/d7/82/venice1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desktop-wallpapers.org/travel/france-paris/the-eiffel-tower-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.desktop-wallpapers.org/travel/france-paris/the-eiffel-tower-400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you answered 'all those places are in europe' you would only get partial credit. The correct answer is 'Tanner is going to all of those places.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i blogged twice tonight. read the other one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6636009316177742166?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6636009316177742166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6636009316177742166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6636009316177742166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6636009316177742166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-these-places-have-in-common.html' title='what do these places have in common?'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-7472163148991675272</id><published>2010-03-10T23:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:20:18.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in bed...</title><content type='html'>I ate at PF Changs for the first time ever last week, it was great. While we were there someone in our party told us to add "in bed" to the end of our fortunes. It was pretty funny, and without further ado here was my fortune with "in bed" added to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your positive atitude this month will improve your present problem, in bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-7472163148991675272?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7472163148991675272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=7472163148991675272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7472163148991675272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7472163148991675272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-bed.html' title='in bed...'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-8218257122998988107</id><published>2010-02-13T20:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:30:05.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the worst.</title><content type='html'>Today might have been the worst day of my life. It started off all dandy and sweet, cousin Bryson and I went to Park City Mountain Resort to do some skiing, snowboarding for him. The snow was much better than expected, powder in the face is always good. Then tragedy struck! (don't worry we are both physically ok) So, i'm skiing along, quite fast, down a double black, powder going everywhere. I decided to split two trees, kind of two big bush things. I go between them and one of my skis catches on a twig! I tumble forward, a ski pops off, i do somersaults for 30 ft. Get up a little ticked that I had fallen! I don't fall! I look up the hill to see how far I have to hike up to get my ski that fell off, but I can't see it. So I hike up and use my other ski to prod the snow to find my other ski. I STILL can't find it! It had never taken me more than two minutes to find a buried ski before. Bryson and I looked for about an hour. We dug through sooooo much snow! He goes and gets ski patrol. Another hour passes and we still can't find it. Ski Patrol guy goes and gets a metal detector...nothing. Ski Patrol guy tells us its 3:45 and we have to get off the mountain. I AM NOT HAPPY at this point! Needless to say I came home with one ski!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit tears DID come out of my eyes, more than once today! I'm still depressed. Now, to make things MUCH worse, I bought those skis last week, because I broke my other pair a week and a half ago!! (I did get a good deal from the company because my other skis broke) I loved my new skis, their time with me has been far too short, they were beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.surfaceskis.com/gear/hardgoods/SURFACE_GREENLIFE.png"&gt;see!&lt;/a&gt; Now i'm thinking that my ski, while I was flipping, slid down into the little ravine at the bottom of the run. I was almost to the ravine when I crashed, so I think it's down there somewhere. If it did slide to the bottom it is probably under only an inch or two of snow, so i'm hoping that someone skis into it tomorrow. If I have any hope to find it before spring I have to find it before it snows again. I will go search for it ASAP. Maybe not tomorrow, because it's Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when you realize that the worst day of your life consisted of you losing a ski, a beautiful ski, then maybe your life isn't half as bad as you might think it is. It's not like something really bad happened, items can be replaced, I got a huge tax return this year, i'll buy another pair, I would rather do other stuff with my money, it's just frustrating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I wasn't even kidding when I said I cried a little, i'm on the verge of tears right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-8218257122998988107?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8218257122998988107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=8218257122998988107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8218257122998988107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8218257122998988107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/worst.html' title='the worst.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-1495828630429536358</id><published>2010-02-01T17:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:04:28.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>Hello friends, I write this blog post from my revamped computer! If you hadn't heard, I dropped my macbook down concrete stairs! So it's almost at 100% we need to make a few changes and get it to stop freezing sometimes, other than that its doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I just wanted to share with you what I bought myself for my birthday. I already had a speedlight (flash) for my camera, so I picked up a set of radio triggers, the transmitter slides onto the cameras hot shoe and the receiver plugs into a port on the flash. To top it off I got a light stand and an umbrella! Thus I have my very own mini studio, that is portable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs142.snc3/16957_442614990426_878430426_10963903_1768777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs142.snc3/16957_442614990426_878430426_10963903_1768777_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had too much time to play with it all yet, but this is what I came up with in a few minutes on saturday night. (while watching The Princess Bride by myself) I might be a tiny bit out of focus if you make the picture bigger, but hopefully better pictures will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps I put the flash on the cameras left mounted up kind of high looking down on me, just have one flash, but some light bounced off the wall lighting up the other side of my face a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;pps the glasses belong to my friend Katie, they are fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/S2d39cqtDrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/17M2sWdvj-E/s1600-h/IMG_0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/S2d39cqtDrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/17M2sWdvj-E/s320/IMG_0690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433443372996824754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-1495828630429536358?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1495828630429536358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=1495828630429536358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1495828630429536358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1495828630429536358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/S2d39cqtDrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/17M2sWdvj-E/s72-c/IMG_0690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-7860075871169714793</id><published>2010-01-15T13:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:59:41.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>As I sit here eating chocolate and watching TV I can't help thinking about all of the great stuff I have accomplished today. *pretend you are hearing a record skip, like &lt;a href="http://www.partnersinrhyme.com/soundfx/noise_sound/noise_record-scratch2_wav.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;* Actually I haven't done anything today!!! It's been pretty great actually. I was going to go skiing, but I decided that I didn't want to, weird right. I have been 4 of the last 7 days, my legs are tired. The plan was to do some homework so I don't have to do it on my birthday on Tuesday, feel free to call me, text me, write on my facebook wall, and/or just give me money :) But then I didn't want to do any homework, so here is how my day has gone:&lt;br /&gt;-got out of bed at 9:30&lt;br /&gt;-read Helaman 10&lt;br /&gt;-walked up to school in my gangster sweat pants, they classify as gangster because they have cargo pockets on the side, to turn in my Geology homework. &lt;br /&gt;-on the way back realized I haven't really talked to or hung out with very many friends recently. Probably due to skiing during the days and doing homework in the evenings, instead of hanging out, but hey, we all know what Elder Oaks thinks about hanging out...&lt;br /&gt;-sat on the couch for at least 15 minutes with the TV off and thought about life.&lt;br /&gt;-bowl of ceareal. Capn' peanut butter crunch, it was 5/$5 or else i would be eating Cinnamon Chex, it's the best cereal out there. &lt;br /&gt;-practiced guitar. d, g, a7, d7, and c chords. I'm pretty sure that I have to be one of the worst players in my class of like 80 people. srsly. I guess my dad didn't pass on any musical talents to me.&lt;br /&gt;-our new roommate's car got booted.&lt;br /&gt;-I erased all of the awesome quotes froom the quote board so new guy could get some quotes up there. I even erased the *censored* quote, and a quote about Raspberries...&lt;br /&gt;-researched radio triggers for my new flash. Also looked up stands and umbrellas to mount the flash on. Thus, I can have my own mini studio with off camera flashes, and I would be able to use it outdoors, because it's a radio trigger, and they run on batteries so nothing needs to be plugged into a wall...to be totally honest I did this for at least two hours...so I actually got a smart grant for school, so a tiny bit of it will go to these things, the rest will be in the bank for sweet adventures! I was going to buy new skis specifically used to ski in powder, but this winter sucks. So i'm not going to.&lt;br /&gt;-threw magnetic darts, i'm pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;-checked my phone, nothing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-thought about cleaning. Didn't.&lt;br /&gt;-tried to figure out how to pay the rest of my tuition...couldn't figure it out...I have just been told that I have to use firefox, not safari.&lt;br /&gt;-blog stalked, but who??&lt;br /&gt;-decided to blog about my wonderfully lazy, but productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only 2pm!! Maybe i'll take a nap before I go to work... I figure if i'm going to work from 4:45-1230 tonight, i can do nothing every once in a while if i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-7860075871169714793?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7860075871169714793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=7860075871169714793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7860075871169714793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7860075871169714793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-8936426672051557421</id><published>2010-01-10T19:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:25:20.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BragFest 10'</title><content type='html'>Please excuse me for a moment I NEED to brag. About myself? No, of course not! I would never brag about myself. Today I will be bragging about cousin David. (for those of you that aren't in the family dave is my bestfriendcousin, he's my age, we're cousins, and best friends) Now, we all know he's smart and stuff, but did you know how smart he really is? The following is a conversation we had last Sunday when he and Nat came over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh my gosh dave, have you taken the LSAT yet?&lt;br /&gt;dave: yeah&lt;br /&gt;me: did you do well?&lt;br /&gt;dave: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;me: really well?&lt;br /&gt;dave: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come to find out dave scored in the 98th percentile of all the people who took the LSAT this year. Thats good. Dave is smart. His choices for law school, in order, are: Columbia, Georgetown, and George Washington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of bragging for Dave. I had to do it because I KNOW he is waaaaay to humble to brag about something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Did you know that Dave's wife might be smarter than he is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-8936426672051557421?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8936426672051557421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=8936426672051557421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8936426672051557421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8936426672051557421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/bragfest-10.html' title='BragFest 10&apos;'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-1397589390930319116</id><published>2009-12-16T21:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:13:21.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>Hi Santa, I just wanted you to know that I have been a really good boy this year, even better than Janna. (not that she's been a good boy... well you know what I mean.) I'm always nice to everyone, that includes people I don't like. I'm not even mean to people at work anymore. I recently helped do a service project for an old crazy lady and her husband who leaves his hearing aid off on purpose (if you know what i'm talking about. *cough*nagging*cough*). Well, I guess I could go on forever about all of my good qualities, but I'll stop because I know you have like 6 billion other people to get gifts for. So here is my very own christmas wish list. ps I wont be too specific with some stuff, because I would actually like to be surprised on Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Canon 580ex ii speedlight (aka a flash) its legit. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B000NP3DJW/ref=asc_df_B000NP3DJW986137?smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;tag=googlecom09c9-20&amp;linkCode=asn&amp;creative=380341&amp;creativeASIN=B000NP3DJW"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt; this is the cheapest i could find it at a place that is reliable.&lt;br /&gt;-Snuggie. you can't have too many of these things, it's just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;-Ties!!! i really really really need a couple new ties. use your own discretion or Janna's discretion. Maybe some nice dress pants from BR or something. &lt;br /&gt;-A nice v-neck sweater (the thin kind) that matches the previously mentioned tie and or pants so I can wear it to church. or possibly something like &lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=28666&amp;vid=1&amp;pid=719400&amp;scid=719400002"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; instead of a v-neck sweater.&lt;br /&gt;-60" led-lcd tv 1080p. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;-Planet Earth on BLUERAY. &lt;br /&gt;-Love&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=28666&amp;vid=1&amp;pid=690619&amp;scid=690619012"&gt;This thing&lt;/a&gt; yes it is expensive, but can you put a price on looking good? ps not the white one like on the website. The store in Orem has it in blue.&lt;br /&gt;-Insurance so I don't have to pay BYU for it.&lt;br /&gt;-Shoes. &lt;a href="http://www.shop.puma.com/Tekkies-Graphic-Shoes/pna884628005643,en_US,pd.html?cgid=23110"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; or  &lt;a href="http://shop.vans.com/catalog/Vans/en_US/product/men/authentics_eras/lo-pro-era.html"&gt;red or all black or all white.&lt;/a&gt; ps if you get vans make sure they are the low-pro ones the sole is thinner&lt;br /&gt;-I could always go for some new jeans.&lt;br /&gt;-World Peace&lt;br /&gt;-Anything that says Oakley on it.&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe one of those cool cell phones...&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS &lt;br /&gt;t-shirt size: M&lt;br /&gt;Sweater size: M&lt;br /&gt;Pants: 30x32 or if its an expensive brand i.e. from Nordstrom 29 waist.&lt;br /&gt;shoe: 8 1/2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-1397589390930319116?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1397589390930319116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=1397589390930319116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1397589390930319116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1397589390930319116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-5526512546307030228</id><published>2009-12-10T23:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:03:56.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what if...</title><content type='html'>So tonight I was playing the game "what if..." with some friends. Its a game where you write a "what if..." question, then another person answers your question. You pass the piece of paper around the circle, then one person will read the question from the paper they now have. Then the next person reads the answer on the paper they have. After everyone has a good laugh that person reads the question on the paper, then the next person reads their answer, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was the funniest sequence of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if... Jessica told us she was really a man?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: That would never happen in a million years, and if it did he would already be dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question was the original question to that previous answer, making things really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if... Jeff got a sex change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff obviously got to answer the question that was about him. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back it may not be as funny as I thought, but it still is. You be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-5526512546307030228?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5526512546307030228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=5526512546307030228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5526512546307030228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5526512546307030228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-if.html' title='what if...'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-290337907727616940</id><published>2009-12-10T23:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:46:21.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Native American Friend.</title><content type='html'>You probably think i'm talking about Jason, but he's not little, therefore i'm not talking about him. On my bathroom countertop there is some kind of residue. I have no clue what it's from, maybe a razor, or something dripped out of the mirror cabinet, or my roommate started using make-up. Don't know. All I know is the residue looks like a Native American Indian!! Well at least it does to me. every time I use the bathroom I look at it and think, "oh there's the indian." I haven't cleaned my bathroom for a little bit (not too long) because I think its so cool. (Actually I just accidentally wiped it up trying to figure out what it is.) So, without further ado, i give you, The Indian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interpretation: obviosly there is a face there, with hair. However, I don't think the hair is long, but there are head dress feathers coming out in the back. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs088.snc3/15542_342922700426_878430426_10149138_2868995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs088.snc3/15542_342922700426_878430426_10149138_2868995_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-290337907727616940?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/290337907727616940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=290337907727616940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/290337907727616940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/290337907727616940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-native-american-friend.html' title='My Native American Friend.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-4685920191952778034</id><published>2009-11-30T10:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:22:23.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought this was blog worthy.</title><content type='html'>as you may notice, this is the catch from the winning touchdown in overtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs088.snc3/15542_330657850426_878430426_10014277_3627697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 537px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs088.snc3/15542_330657850426_878430426_10014277_3627697_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-4685920191952778034?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4685920191952778034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=4685920191952778034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4685920191952778034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4685920191952778034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-this-was-blog-worthy.html' title='thought this was blog worthy.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-5650978986200806921</id><published>2009-11-26T23:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:02:25.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The season of giving</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the season of giving, don't forget to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some lyrics from a new song i found in a ski movie. click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIhm94a-8SE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday,&lt;br /&gt;When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way,&lt;br /&gt;How did Ghandi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall,&lt;br /&gt;It's to give; I guess I'll pass it on,&lt;br /&gt;Mother thinks it'll lift the stress of babylon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mama, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Africa, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is perfect man, that's what the world is,&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, I'm enjoying today.&lt;br /&gt;You know, 'cause it aint everyday that you get to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-5650978986200806921?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5650978986200806921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=5650978986200806921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5650978986200806921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5650978986200806921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/season-of-giving.html' title='The season of giving'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3491157055336141299</id><published>2009-11-26T22:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:37:53.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glee</title><content type='html'>Anybody watch Glee? I had never seen it before last night, I watched the first two episodes. I had previously thought the show was about a guy named Glee (fail) ....this is probably the part where you're thinking, "wow Tanner likes this show enough to blog about it." However, you would be wrong. Is it funny? yes, very. So why don't i like it? Two reasons. #1 The anxiety factor. Sometimes when I watch tv shows and the characters are in a weird situation I get anxiety for them. In this episode it was a married man flirting with a coworker. #2 it was DISGUSTING! It was all about sex, sexual jokes, and gross innuendo. I was actually embarrassed two or three times (i don't embarrass easy btw). My face turned red, I even hid my face behind my computer screen. Moral of the story, don't waste your time watching Glee, even if people say it's the best show on tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3491157055336141299?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3491157055336141299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3491157055336141299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3491157055336141299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3491157055336141299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/glee.html' title='glee'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6291600385348315986</id><published>2009-11-11T13:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:56:28.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>if you haven't seen my halloween costume yet here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taken from the snl digital short called "laser cats," i was Admiral Spaceship, and my roommate Jarom was Nitro.&lt;br /&gt;if you have never seen it just click &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/clips/laser-cats/2925/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs094.snc3/16155_302503910426_878430426_9621990_1427243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs094.snc3/16155_302503910426_878430426_9621990_1427243_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6291600385348315986?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6291600385348315986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6291600385348315986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6291600385348315986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6291600385348315986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-9206242339656257159</id><published>2009-10-30T02:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:42:09.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nightly routine</title><content type='html'>would you like to know what i do every night? if you don't, just skip to the p.s. part of this post. if you want to know, keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night before going to bed i do the following. (pre ps forgive my grammar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the tv and start watching it till I get kinda tired, always sportscenter. Then I cuddle into the couch with my back to the tv, sad that it's the only thing I cuddle with? yes, yes it is. I fall alseep for about 15-30 min. Then I do one of those jump wake ups. You know, where you jump because of a dream or something and wake up. I then realize that I should go to bed, and decide to migrate to my room. However, i dont go right to bed. I turn off the tv and walk into the kitchen, drink a glass of water (probably the reason why i wake up at 6am everyday to pee) and put the cup next to the sink. I walk out of the kitchen and turn the kitchen lights off. I deadbolt the front door and lock the doorknob. I get out my cell phone, turn the living room lights off, and use my phone as a light while walking back to my room. I go in my room, shut the door behind me, still using my phone as a light, and make my way to the bathroom. Turn on the bathroom light and use it to see stuff in my room, like my bed, so I dont wake up my roommate. I get all the clothes and stuff off my bed so I can sleep in it. Then I go pee. I brush my teeth (most of the time) then drink a little water straight out of the faucet. Turn the bathroom light off and make sure the bathroom door is shut, it doesn't smell to great sometimes. I hop in bed and think, "good thing I read my scriptures in the morning," and fall asleep! the end. I'm going to do all of this in t-minus 10 minutes seeing that it's 2:40 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's funny how I do almost the same thing every night, in the same order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps this is hank (on the right), as i'm sure you all know. just thought this picture was the cutest thing I have ever seen. Maybe I should get married so I can have my own cute kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH9Pe4FOb_A/Sujwjf7vyTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IY7bDc8A7jI/s400/halloweenparty+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH9Pe4FOb_A/Sujwjf7vyTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IY7bDc8A7jI/s400/halloweenparty+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-9206242339656257159?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9206242339656257159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=9206242339656257159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/9206242339656257159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/9206242339656257159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightly-routine.html' title='nightly routine'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH9Pe4FOb_A/Sujwjf7vyTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IY7bDc8A7jI/s72-c/halloweenparty+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-5141091315004356783</id><published>2009-09-22T17:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:28:02.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>I got into BYU and I start in January. I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i'll blog something funny very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-5141091315004356783?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5141091315004356783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=5141091315004356783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5141091315004356783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5141091315004356783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-1735907944635267327</id><published>2009-07-22T01:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:42:43.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Classy One Liners</title><content type='html'>Jarom and I bring to your reading enjoyment, the top ten best breakup excuses, ever! Your eyes will love you for reading these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 What do you mean you dont like Boy Meets World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 So... I'm thinking we should have never met in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Yeah, ever since I saw you at the family reunion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 I know, I know what I said, but then I got lasik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 I just don't want you to get syphilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Can I get my sweatshirt back by sunday night? why sunday night? I'll tell you when I get my sweatshirt back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Its not you, its me ...who am I kidding? It's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 The jerk store called, and said I should break up with you. (this one is for you Seinfeld fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Lets just be friends, and by that i mean, lets never see each other again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I think we should break up, I have to kill Voldemort and save the wizarding world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-1735907944635267327?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1735907944635267327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=1735907944635267327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1735907944635267327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1735907944635267327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/classy-breakup-line.html' title='Classy One Liners'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2977879799884214758</id><published>2009-07-15T12:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:23:29.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hp6</title><content type='html'>My thoughts on Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I like to call it HP and Snape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spoiler alert*if you haven't read book 6 by now you deserve to have the movie ruined**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It tried too hard to be a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;-They could have cut out a lot of stupid scenes &lt;br /&gt;-The cave scene was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;-When Harry and Dumbledore came back to Hogwarts, the dark mark was already over the school, right? and a student dead? &lt;br /&gt;-In the rooftop scene Harry is supposed to be stupified under his invisibility cloak, not under the stairs or wherever he was. This part really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;-Also the rooftop scene should have been longer, and word for word from the book. they cut a bunch of stuff and all the sudden Snape does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, it was still pretty good. I think i'll go read book 6 and 7 for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2977879799884214758?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2977879799884214758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2977879799884214758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2977879799884214758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2977879799884214758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/hp6.html' title='hp6'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3124989479120213889</id><published>2009-06-22T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:54:56.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HDR</title><content type='html'>High Dynamic Range Imaging (HDRI or just HDR) is a set of techniques that allows a greater dynamic range of luminances between light and dark areas of a scene than normal digital imaging techniques. The intention of HDRI is to accurately represent the wide range of intensity levels found in real scenes ranging from direct sunlight to shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sparknotes: HDR is totally sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded a free trial version of an HDR program, unfortunately because its a trial version there is a waterprint on the photos. Here are the images i came out with, i'm pretty pleased about them and might buy the program. (first one is my favorite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5104_192827835426_878430426_7407526_5959119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 404px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5104_192827835426_878430426_7407526_5959119_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5104_192827820426_878430426_7407524_5799301_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5104_192827820426_878430426_7407524_5799301_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5104_192827825426_878430426_7407525_2477839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 406px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5104_192827825426_878430426_7407525_2477839_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5108_195703645426_878430426_7473100_707688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5108_195703645426_878430426_7473100_707688_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3124989479120213889?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3124989479120213889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3124989479120213889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3124989479120213889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3124989479120213889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/hdr.html' title='HDR'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-8349089041396121250</id><published>2009-06-10T15:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:28:21.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some insight into my life.</title><content type='html'>While surfing the internets this morning I stumbled upon a great article. Not only is it great, but it relates to me on SO many levels, it basically explains my relationship to 5-10 girls that I know. They shall remain anonymous at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop whatever you're doing right now, including reading my blog, and read this: &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/opinion/but_if_we_started_dating_it"&gt;CLICK HERE! right there, or here, basically any of this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. yes I know there is an "s" at the end of the word "internet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-8349089041396121250?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8349089041396121250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=8349089041396121250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8349089041396121250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8349089041396121250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-insight-into-my-life.html' title='Some insight into my life.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-915747823199969608</id><published>2009-06-07T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:52:51.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BR 30x32</title><content type='html'>The story i'm about to share may or may not be very funny. Well, at least I think it's funny and that is all that matters, cuz it's my blog. The following took place on friday, a conversation between myself and my roommate Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jarom walks into the front room preparing to iron*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you wearing my pants" -me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I just got these the other day" -Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 seconds pass by*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you get them?" -me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Banana Republic" -Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha thats where mine are from, and they're the same color, are yours straight leg?" -me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, straight leg." -Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have the same pants." -me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What size are yours?" -Jarom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"30x32." -me. *as i think to myself how weird it would be if we had the same size too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way! mine too. We're definitely going to have to coordinate before we go out in public...so we're not wearing the same thing." -Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was blog worthy, if you don't like it, ummm well I don't know, too bad? yeah. Too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-915747823199969608?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/915747823199969608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=915747823199969608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/915747823199969608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/915747823199969608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/br-30x32.html' title='BR 30x32'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2164133353427768174</id><published>2009-05-06T22:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:46:19.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>allottastuff.</title><content type='html'>here is a lot of stuff, brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Eclairs, good right? I think so and thats all that matters. Last week I attended a wedding reception. I would consider eclairs to be a staple at receptions, well they used to be. Now it's all about the chocolate fountain, they are ok at best. I guess you know where i'm going with this. No stinking eclairs! Should I get married someday, I will not attend my own wedding reception unless there are eclairs present. (*record of 13 big-ish eclairs at one reception.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 i got new soccer boots :) (boots are cleates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 School is out for summer! i got an A- in Ethics and Values, A in Bio lab, and B+ in Math 1050 college algebra. I feel pretty good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Skiing. It's basically over. I might make a couple trips to Alta to build a jump or two with some friends, but other than that it's over. No more 3-4 times a week type thing. Here are a few of my favorite pictures (of me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2051/213/120/878430426/n878430426_5639545_1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2051/213/120/878430426/n878430426_5639545_1407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs029.snc1/2400_130341370426_878430426_6006994_296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs029.snc1/2400_130341370426_878430426_6006994_296_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_162459180426_878430426_6714482_2338857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_162459180426_878430426_6714482_2338857_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_158128620426_878430426_6633141_1289299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_158128620426_878430426_6633141_1289299_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Dave and natalie are getting married May 19th! woot. anywho, here is their picture. i took it. just fyi the day they planned on taking pictures was an April 15th snowstorm, it had been in the 60's a couple days earlier. so no fun pctures in the grass, trees, flowers..ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 and just for fun some action photog by me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2414/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6026508_2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 592px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2414/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6026508_2361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_158128635426_878430426_6633143_2173319_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_158128635426_878430426_6633143_2173319_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_158128665426_878430426_6633148_2804122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_158128665426_878430426_6633148_2804122_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2164133353427768174?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2164133353427768174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2164133353427768174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2164133353427768174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2164133353427768174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/allottastuff.html' title='allottastuff.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2864185736295969067</id><published>2009-04-19T20:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:45:37.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sailing on the porch</title><content type='html'>"Tanner, you said it would be a three hour tour!" - Dave&lt;br /&gt;"I lied. lets sail to the moon!" - Tanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_160462540426_878430426_6668066_7041055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 406px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3238_160462540426_878430426_6668066_7041055_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2864185736295969067?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2864185736295969067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2864185736295969067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2864185736295969067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2864185736295969067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-moon.html' title='sailing on the porch'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3549873015898226662</id><published>2009-04-11T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:43:03.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yozone</title><content type='html'>im obsessed with yozone, it's a frozen yogurt place.&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mango frozen yogurt, cheesecake frozen yogurt, crushed up graham crackers, and fruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3549873015898226662?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3549873015898226662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3549873015898226662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3549873015898226662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3549873015898226662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/yozone.html' title='yozone'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-63319154075827270</id><published>2009-03-22T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:02:20.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summary of my spring break</title><content type='html'>Spring break was this past week, here is a summary. No, there is too much, i will sum up. (princess bride reference) here it is:&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Escalante, Utah, and met up with some friends that go to SUU. I got there Wed evening and we set up camp and made a fire. Thurs we hiked to a slot canyon called zebra, then later that day drove to another hike that went to two waterfalls, about 8-9 miles of hiking that day. Fri we did a hike down by lake powell it was about 12 miles round trip. someone didn't think to bring a cooler with ice for our food so most of it went bad, thus we drove into town and ate at Subway thurs and fri nights! we were really roughing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i dont feel like writing anymore. but here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109645426_878430426_6327536_6542813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109645426_878430426_6327536_6542813_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109675426_878430426_6327542_2928367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109675426_878430426_6327542_2928367_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109695426_878430426_6327546_4419278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109695426_878430426_6327546_4419278_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109680426_878430426_6327543_7800037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 592px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109680426_878430426_6327543_7800037_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109725426_878430426_6327552_7594799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 592px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109725426_878430426_6327552_7594799_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109785426_878430426_6327564_6713666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142109785426_878430426_6327564_6713666_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142426010426_878430426_6335947_3971433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_142426010426_878430426_6335947_3971433_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-63319154075827270?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/63319154075827270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=63319154075827270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/63319154075827270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/63319154075827270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/summary-of-my-spring-break.html' title='summary of my spring break'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-4143143529916896818</id><published>2009-03-15T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:45:46.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vortex</title><content type='html'>a vortex, i got sucked into one after church today. i type to you from inside the previously mentioned vortex. do not worry about me. i am ok. hi mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_139429650426_878430426_6263155_1366509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/2609_139429650426_878430426_6263155_1366509_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-4143143529916896818?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4143143529916896818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=4143143529916896818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4143143529916896818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4143143529916896818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/vortex.html' title='vortex'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-7078164047423610957</id><published>2009-03-06T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:41:53.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know?</title><content type='html'>Facebook has an epidemic going around right now. Writing 25 things about yourself. A couple people tagged me, so i thought i would write some stuff on my blog instead. So, things you might not know about me. (might not get to 25, maybe more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, things that give me anxiety:&lt;br /&gt;-Calling people on the phone. are they going to answer? what will i leave as a message? I don't like calling people! When i was an Executive Secratary in my last ward i would have to call people and ask them to give prayers in Sacrament meeting, and i hated it!&lt;br /&gt;-Asking out girls. yikes, she might say no. what if she says she is busy? does that mean she is really busy, or busy as in i don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;-My alarm clock. yes. Most of the time i will wake up 5-30 min before my alarm goes off. So i try to get back to sleep and never can, because i know my alarm is going to go off. It's like i'm just waiting for it to start ringing. and i think, "I have been laying here for a while, i bet it rings soon."&lt;br /&gt;-i get anxiety when i see other people in bad or awkward situations. especially and mostly on tv. when a character does something wrong or awkward or immoral. i HAVE to change the channel (unless its heroes) and it doesnt matter who is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other stuff:&lt;br /&gt;-i'm way into photography and own a canon eos 40d. i dont necessarily consider my pictures to be that good, but i just like taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-i don't like a/c in the car. im a windows down kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;-i blow dry my hair when i get out of the shower. i cant gel my hair when it is wet. &lt;br /&gt;-for a guy, i have tons of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-someday if i ever get married i will love my wife more than i love skiing. thats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-i cannot cook. anything. &lt;br /&gt;-i laugh at my own jokes. in fact, i laugh a lot, i'm going to have a long life.&lt;br /&gt;-mac&gt;pc&lt;br /&gt;-if i could travel anywhere i would go to egypt and india.&lt;br /&gt;-im always cold. im the guy that is always turning up the heater or wearing long-sleeve shirts in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;-i practice singing in the car. my favorite kind of music to sing along with is country.&lt;br /&gt;-i listen to every genre of music. sometimes go from country to rap to reggae to classic rock...all in a row.&lt;br /&gt;-i have not seen "family guy" in over a month. quit cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;-i was a chubby baby/kid  &lt;br /&gt;-i took ice skating lessons with my sisters when i was in 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;-i LOVE chocolate milk. it is my favorite thing in the world!&lt;br /&gt;-i talk in my sleep, the very latest was, "jarom! i want my W."&lt;br /&gt;-i own a snuggie! and i love love it. recently i poured a bowl of cereal, then ate said cereal, while wearing the snuggie.&lt;br /&gt;-my favorite brand is oakley. basically all my ski stuff says oakley on it. then i have sunglasses, shirts, sweatshirts, ect...&lt;br /&gt;-i enjoy ironing.&lt;br /&gt;-i hate keys in my pocket. i hate key chains. &lt;br /&gt;-i am ocd about locking the doors to my car.&lt;br /&gt;-i have seen every episode of heroes, the office, the oc, and i cant remember what else.&lt;br /&gt;-i have glasses but not contacts.&lt;br /&gt;-i have never broken a bone or had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;-i think mountains should always be white!&lt;br /&gt;-i always have to pee. &lt;br /&gt;-i wake up to pee almost every morning from 5-6:30 then go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;-i always have blue lint in my belly button&lt;br /&gt;-i have always hated michael phelps. he got way to much publicity during the olympics. all the events i wanted to watch were at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;-when i see bumper stickers that read "don't mess with texas" accompanied with texas license plates i just want to punch something! mostly the person who owns the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll add more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-7078164047423610957?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7078164047423610957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=7078164047423610957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7078164047423610957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7078164047423610957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-you-know.html' title='did you know?'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6390297778328888822</id><published>2009-02-23T12:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:59:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinsneyland/beach/new camera!</title><content type='html'>hi, i got a new camera. it is nice, canon 40d. it is legit. (slr, only 10.1 megapixel BUT gets 6.5 frames per second, that is fast) if you wanna have a photo shoot, or need family pictures, or anything i like to play with it. just give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/6/canon-40d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/6/canon-40d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some friends and i went to disneyland and the beach here are some pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011839_6281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011839_6281.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011845_8058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011845_8058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011852_294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011852_294.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011869_5874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011869_5874.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011872_6920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011872_6920.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011876_8364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6011876_8364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012034_5294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012034_5294.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012043_8535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012043_8535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012041_7781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012041_7781.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012035_5646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012035_5646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012045_9236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2400/213/120/878430426/n878430426_6012045_9236.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6390297778328888822?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6390297778328888822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6390297778328888822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6390297778328888822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6390297778328888822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinsneylandbeachnew-camera.html' title='dinsneyland/beach/new camera!'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-4951453381685776780</id><published>2009-02-19T19:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:24:34.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny conversation of the week.</title><content type='html'>When:like 10 minutes ago. thursday feb 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;between who: me and nate&lt;br /&gt;where: me in class at uvu, nate working at suu&lt;br /&gt;source of communication: facebook chat.&lt;br /&gt;set up: so nate is telling me about a date he went on. i asked about it and this was his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanner&lt;br /&gt;what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:07pmNate&lt;br /&gt;Graham likes this one girl, so he make Jewkes be his wingman on a double. Then, while they were planning it I happened to be there, in my bed, trying to sleep cuz I was sick and then they were like, "Nate! Why don't you come!?"&lt;br /&gt;So i finally agreed. The only person I cared to ask out was Leah, so i did.&lt;br /&gt;Then, this is where it went bad...&lt;br /&gt;Jewkes' date called him like 2 hours before citing a "family emergency" so she couldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, he decides to ask Lynzee out, which would have been super weird, and she says no. Not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he ASKS MY SISTER OUT. Faggot&lt;br /&gt;So, Ashley and her are way good friends so it was like us 3 talking the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it was like we were just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sidenote* lynzee is nates old girlfriend, this other kid is on crack! *sidenote finished*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10pmTanner&lt;br /&gt;i ALMOST BUSTED OUT LAUGHING IN CLASS&lt;br /&gt;when you wrote lynzee&lt;br /&gt;then again at ahsley hahahahahhahahahhahahahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10pmNate&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10pmTanner&lt;br /&gt;im coughing to hide it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-4951453381685776780?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4951453381685776780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=4951453381685776780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4951453381685776780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4951453381685776780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-conversation-of-week.html' title='funny conversation of the week.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2709288345996681952</id><published>2009-02-01T20:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:03:38.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in-ˈdi-fərnt</title><content type='html'>This is me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in·dif·fer·ent &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;br /&gt;\in-ˈdi-fərnt, -f(ə-)rənt\&lt;br /&gt;Function:&lt;br /&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;Etymology:&lt;br /&gt;Middle English, from Anglo-French or Latin; Anglo-French, from Latin indifferent-, indifferens, from in- + different-, differens, present participle of differre to be different — more at differ&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;14th century&lt;br /&gt;1: marked by impartiality : unbiased&lt;br /&gt;2 a: that does not matter one way or the other b: of no importance or value one way or the other&lt;br /&gt;3 a: marked by no special liking for or dislike of something &lt;indifferent about which task he was given&gt; b: marked by a lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern for something : apathetic &lt;indifferent to suffering and poverty&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: being neither excessive nor inadequate : moderate &lt;hills of indifferent size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 a: being neither good nor bad : mediocre &lt;does indifferent work&gt; b: being neither right nor wrong&lt;br /&gt;6: characterized by lack of active quality : neutral &lt;an indifferent chemical&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps Life update.&lt;br /&gt;1. i am now 24 (yikes).&lt;br /&gt;2. i ski a lot. (3-4 days a week).&lt;br /&gt;3. i go to school.&lt;br /&gt;4. i work.&lt;br /&gt;5. i freaking went to a Rodeo. for reals. my first one.&lt;br /&gt;6. i got a SNUGGIE for my birthday! you know, they have an infomercial on tv. the blanket with sleeves. &lt;br /&gt;(thank you Rachel, Bekah, and Anne. if you read this.)&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm kind of a busy person, but not too busy.&lt;br /&gt;8. i don't have to many things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;10. i skipped number 9 on accident, i thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;11. intramural coed soccer. it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;12. i'm going to ward prayer right now, so i'm done updating my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2709288345996681952?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2709288345996681952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2709288345996681952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2709288345996681952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2709288345996681952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-di-frnt.html' title='in-ˈdi-fərnt'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-5526592571749103033</id><published>2009-01-12T17:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:48:07.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A recurring trend at firesides.</title><content type='html'>I would like to use this blog post to tell/show all of you about something that makes me extremely mad, i try not to use the word "pissed" anymore. Last night was yet another great CES fireside, this time the speaker was none other than the President of the church himself, Thomas S. Monson. The place was packed! That was one of the first things to bother me. I don't like how everybody bases weather they go to the ces firesides on who is speaking that night. BUT two things really, really bothered me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was picture taking. I felt like i was at a sporting event. I don't know why anyone would take pictures of the prophet WHILE HE WAS SPEAKING. It was a meeting, a fireside, that stated with a prayer...people do we not see the problem here? I couldn't believe it. Mormons are sooo stupid. If you want a picture of President Monson download one off the internet, this is why they have professional photographers at events like this. (you know, like the guy who took my picture that ended up in the ensign :) I can't imagine the pictures these people were taking will turn out very well, a 5 megapixel camera with 3x optical zoom, in a dark room from 50 rows up, wont work very well!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, people leaving early!!!! aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I don't even have words to express how mad this makes me! a common phenomenon in Provo these days is to leave right when the speaker finishes speaking, you know, before the closing prayer! I can only assume so they can beat traffic? Last night, right after President Monson finished speaking a guy two rows in front of me got up and started walking out. As he was making his was to the aisle I said, quite loudly, so he and the people in our section could hear me, "what is this? a football game?" I sure hope he was embarrassed. I can't imagine having such a tight schedule on a sunday night that I had to leave a fireside before it REALLY ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I think i'm done for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-5526592571749103033?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5526592571749103033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=5526592571749103033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5526592571749103033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5526592571749103033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/recurring-trend-at-firesides.html' title='A recurring trend at firesides.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-1365777501394103157</id><published>2008-12-29T22:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:02:00.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now I feel like:</title><content type='html'>Eating this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1629/213/120/878430426/n878430426_5343694_2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 416px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v650/213/120/878430426/n878430426_5343692_7507.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1629/213/120/878430426/n878430426_5343686_9423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 421px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1629/213/120/878430426/n878430426_5343686_9423.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-1365777501394103157?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1365777501394103157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=1365777501394103157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1365777501394103157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1365777501394103157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like.html' title='Right now I feel like:'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-4215519815425537681</id><published>2008-12-19T21:58:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:42:32.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teh zoo.</title><content type='html'>So it's friday night. I'm sitting here watching tv with Jarom. We have friends, seriously, but apparently they all went home after finals. i asked Jarom what i should blog about and he said, "how lonely you are?" Then i said, "what about things i don't like about BYU kids." So we're going to stick with that. thus the title "the zoo" and yes i know i wrote "the" as "teh." 50m371m35 1 5p3ak 1n 1337. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- they LOVE talking about their classes! &lt;br /&gt;"what classes do you have this semester?" &lt;br /&gt;"oh nothing big, calc, o-chem, anatomy..." yadda yadda yadda. BUT they love talking about their teachers even more! &lt;br /&gt;"who do you have for o-chem?" &lt;br /&gt;"oh really, i had him, hes soooooo hard." come on people don't you have any interests? hobbies? can't you talk about anything else? wow.&lt;br /&gt;- they think they are really smart because they got good grades in high school, but they are not smart. anyone who studies all day everyday all semester and still gets a C is not smart. &lt;br /&gt;- plays the piano in the wilk.&lt;br /&gt;- gets dates at teh library&lt;br /&gt;- white shirt and tie. crew neck sweater. V-neck, come on.&lt;br /&gt;- pick up line of "what is your major" *used by girls*&lt;br /&gt;- mission stories at church. why do RM's talk so much about their missions in sacrament meeting talks? because they haven't felt the spirit since then. zing.&lt;br /&gt;- dont know how to cross the street!! and look both ways! don't use cross walks properly. a couple weeks ago i was driving down 800n. (you know it) and 3 guys bolt out into the road, not in a cross walk. they see me coming and keep walking, i think to myself, "that is not a cross walk, speed up" so i sped up and they realized i wasn't going to stop. i rolled down my window and yelled "that's not a crosswalk!" they were like 4 feet from me. it was great. then i resumed talking to my dad on the phone. i don't mind jaywalkers, but if you are jaywalking you better run across the street. dont expect me to stop for you. &lt;br /&gt;- ugly couples that create ugly babies. &lt;br /&gt;- 18 year old pregnant girls. &lt;br /&gt;- says "there is nothing to do in utah" huh, exsqueeze me, a bacon powder? utah is the most beautiful place on the planet, trust me. &lt;br /&gt;- they all claim to snowboard, but really are posers.&lt;br /&gt;- DTR's.&lt;br /&gt;- spirituality contests. one-upsmanship.&lt;br /&gt;- whenever i see anyone walking to or from school they are ALWAYS on the phone! who in the hail are they always talking to? i use like 60 minutes a month.&lt;br /&gt;- they like to use big words, in the wrong context, just to sound smart. &lt;br /&gt;- add people on facebook that they don't really know, but hey, they're in the same network.&lt;br /&gt;- honor code nazis. &lt;br /&gt;- jarom doesn't like people giving him dirty looks when he doesn't shave. give him a break. he runs a tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;- girls that think they are clever and try and hook you up with their roommate. yeah, we see what is going on there.&lt;br /&gt;- the sheltered kids who don't know anything about the real world.&lt;br /&gt;- guys with neat and or shaggy long-ish surfer hair. it just seems like they are trying WAY to0 hard to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;- take peoples reserved parking spots. &lt;br /&gt;- butter faces. &lt;br /&gt;- this is not true for all byu students, but a lot of them don't pay for school. sometimes i think "wow, doesn't this kid have a job? nope."  &lt;br /&gt;- girls that are VERY forward. physically.&lt;br /&gt;- girls that go to school to get married. and don't really want to get a degree.&lt;br /&gt;- king henry, liberty square, bellmont, rain tree, branbury, glenwood aka "glenhood."&lt;br /&gt;- byu football.&lt;br /&gt;- byu basketball, maybe i'll cheer for them if any of their players serve a mission for more than two months.&lt;br /&gt;- RM's that think they speak their mission language better than the natives of that country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is it for now. &lt;br /&gt;note: this list was made by a byu student, and possibly a future byu student (i might go to the u of u though.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-4215519815425537681?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4215519815425537681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=4215519815425537681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4215519815425537681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4215519815425537681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/teh-zoo.html' title='teh zoo.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3777999431636968823</id><published>2008-12-10T22:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:50:11.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own christmas wish list</title><content type='html'>Dear mom (and everyone planning on getting me something:), this is what I want for christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-canon 40d. 6.5 FPS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-armada jj's (jp vs. julian) 175's. really cool skis. powder skis.&lt;br /&gt;-armada alpha 1. 176's. park skis.&lt;br /&gt;-a custom Tom Ford suit, as seen in the latest james bond movie.&lt;br /&gt;-nice jeans, you may purchase these at the rack if you would like.&lt;br /&gt;-avalanche beacon. an item i need, but never want to use...&lt;br /&gt;-a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but on a more serious note:&lt;br /&gt;-nice jeans. not just wishful thinking like those other things.&lt;br /&gt;-anything at BR&lt;br /&gt;-ipod nano.&lt;br /&gt;-shoes, you can never have to many pairs.&lt;br /&gt;-t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;-CHURCH SHOES!! seriously. maybe brown and black. and belts.&lt;br /&gt;-2 white shirts for church. one long sleeve and one short sleeve. super wide collar. &lt;br /&gt;-2 or 3 ties :)&lt;br /&gt;-socks. black gold toes, navy gold toes, black ankle socks, and white ankle socks.&lt;br /&gt;-the massive. a ski flick by tanner hall. google it.&lt;br /&gt;this is all i can think of for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpful information:&lt;br /&gt;shoe size: 8 1/2 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;pants: 30x32 at the gap and banana, but waist size 29 in expensive jeans.&lt;br /&gt;shirt/sweater/sweater vest size: Medium. &lt;br /&gt;favorite brands: oakley, the north face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: &lt;br /&gt;brands of clothing i will not accept: hollister, aeropostale, american eagle, RVCA (i don't live at bellmont, and i don't want to look like i do!), true religion's with the button down back pocket or weird stitching (same reason, although the non button down pocket ones are ok),&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3777999431636968823?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3777999431636968823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3777999431636968823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3777999431636968823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3777999431636968823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-very-own-christmas-wish-list.html' title='my very own christmas wish list'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-5511835434965256349</id><published>2008-12-08T23:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:37.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed that I haven't blogged in a while. Laney asked if I am now to cool for school...er uh, to blog, because I can ski now. No, no, no, this is not the reason for my blogging absence. The actual reason for me not blogging is *drumroll* I couldn't decide what to blog about. I was going to blog about what a "man crush" is, due to me seeing the latest James Bond flick, then Jarom (my roommate) suggested writing about Opa! and my definition of it. Opa! was a folk dance performance at BYU we attended and everytime they would say "opa!" i would say, "i think that translates to Hail Yeah!" But I decided to blog about my favorite lyrics in songs. I have wanted to blog about this for a while now, so here we go. Basically these are just lyrics that I found to be catchy, deep, artsy fartsy, and/or clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to guess the artist and song titles in the comments section, correct answers will guarantee a great christmas present from me to you this year :) wait. ok. this is what ill do. you can guess, but ill put a link to each song so you can see what they all are after you guess. ps you may not be able to make a guess on all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;"old friends walks pass goin bout their own&lt;br /&gt;as is she is someone that they don know&lt;br /&gt;then the king of kings lifts her off the flo'&lt;br /&gt;sayin life is a ting where you learn to grow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;"And although it seems heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact&lt;br /&gt;the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks&lt;br /&gt;But some things will never change&lt;br /&gt;try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me what's a mother to do&lt;br /&gt;bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you&lt;br /&gt;You gotta operate the easy way&lt;br /&gt;"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way&lt;br /&gt;sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"&lt;br /&gt;Well hey, well that's the way it is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;"Samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;Ate a slice of wonder bread&lt;br /&gt;and went right back to bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 *I do not endorse these lyrics, they're just funny*&lt;br /&gt;"And I dont have a drinking problem &lt;br /&gt;I drink, talk *bleep*, fall down no problem &lt;br /&gt;When i drink its a problem, cuz I cause problems"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;"To the lovely dancing lights, I begged, "May I cut in?"&lt;br /&gt;But they never stopped playing "their song"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the shadow of a star, in static pallor&lt;br /&gt;I realized I, never began"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic&lt;br /&gt;Onto the melting boy, and melt away&lt;br /&gt;You light as gently, you're so, cinematic&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in your radiance, I melt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;"I saw your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you made me smile;&lt;br /&gt;For a little while&lt;br /&gt;I was falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you touched my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Although it took a while,&lt;br /&gt;I was falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you made me cry;&lt;br /&gt;And for a little while&lt;br /&gt;I was falling in love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that is enough lyrics for now. guess away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;a href="http://www.jamaicalyrics.com.ar/lyric-pimpass-paradise_3800.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/2pac/changes.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/reginaspektor/samson.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/swollen_members_lyrics_10068/other_lyrics_31980/too_hot_lyrics_346229.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/afi/thiscelluloiddream.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/theweddingsingervol2/spaceagelovesong.htm"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-5511835434965256349?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5511835434965256349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=5511835434965256349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5511835434965256349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/5511835434965256349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-7648910235999757405</id><published>2008-11-17T11:43:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:23:16.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our FHE movie!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok, seriously, this is the funniest thing you will see today. in my singles ward each FHE group was assigned to make a movie, then we will have a ward party to watch them all. the group i was in was told to make a romance. we wanted everyone to be in it so we made short clips of dates from a lot of stereotypical byu couples! enjoy! it is 10 min long but goes by very fast, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nYZC-Pvmpk"&gt;on youtube CLICK HERE!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-7648910235999757405?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7648910235999757405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=7648910235999757405' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7648910235999757405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7648910235999757405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-fhe-movie.html' title='our FHE movie!!!!'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-554423238238336882</id><published>2008-11-08T14:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:25:38.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my multi-post, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is official?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I went skiing for the first time this year. November 7th, opening day at snowbird. Thus I am officially a busy person again, maybe even too busy for a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 It's official, President Elect Obama. I am not anti-obama like many utahns, but i am anti to obama supporters. i hate to be the one to break it to them that in 4 years they will still be dirt poor and living in the projects, because they are lazy, don't work, and don't go to college. obama will not be your savior. They all seem to think that they will all become rappers or NBA players...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I officially learned what to do with spoiled milk. you put it on someone else's doorstep. Yesterday i noticed my milk was pretty chunky so i put it on the counter to take out with the trash...10hrs. later i decided to take it out and Jarom says, "where you going with that? you should probably put it on some girls porch and let them deal with it." So i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Heroes is officially the best show to ever come on tv. You should be watching it weekly. Monday nights at 8pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-554423238238336882?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/554423238238336882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=554423238238336882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/554423238238336882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/554423238238336882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-7703848093539920525</id><published>2008-11-03T17:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:31:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mission accomplished!</title><content type='html'>My picture got into the Ensign!!! w00t w00t. Conference issue Page 40. I look like a total NERD! i think its because the photographer took it at a funny angle, but i made it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i swear i ironed my shirt that morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/53/59/516015663/n516015663_1998895_4033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 408px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/53/59/516015663/n516015663_1998895_4033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps yall should put it up on your fridge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-7703848093539920525?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7703848093539920525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=7703848093539920525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7703848093539920525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7703848093539920525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished!'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-61333887444200801</id><published>2008-10-27T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:51:40.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Static</title><content type='html'>I hate it when my pants and shorts stick to my legs. Stupid Static. Anywho, I got sick of it the other day so I decided to shave my legs, not perfectly smooth, but with the sideburn trimmer on my electric razor. So I shave one leg, the left one, and then the battery died. Oh stink. So I have been going around for three days with one leg shaved and one not shaved. I have been busy. I think ill shave (trim) the right leg today...after I go to the bank. goodbye static.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-61333887444200801?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/61333887444200801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=61333887444200801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/61333887444200801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/61333887444200801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/static.html' title='Static'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-1876818760535973834</id><published>2008-10-24T00:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:58:26.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibuprofen</title><content type='html'>4 tablets (200mg each) takes exactly 45 minutes to kick in, lasts for 4 hours. Then repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short I had two tooth aches. After I got the second one fixed the dentist gave me a couple 800mg Ibuprofen. They worked wonders, then I ran out. The teeth were still really sensitive, thus requiring more Ibuprofen even though the teeth were fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above you can see how i was using Ibuprofen. I just read the real directions on the bottle, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do not take more than directed.&lt;br /&gt;-The smallest effective dose should be used. ***Broke this one, after I ran out of the big 800mg Ibuprofen I woke up in the middle of the night in pain. So I go to the bathroom and pour the Ibuprofen into my hand, and think, "hmmm so the big ones were 800mg, that means I need to take 8 of these smalls ones." I get into bed and think, "oh crap I just took 8 200mg tablets...thats like...oh crap!"&lt;br /&gt;-Do not take longer than 10 days, unless directed by a doctor (see warnings). * Did this too.&lt;br /&gt;-Take 1 Tablet (200mg) every 4 to 6 hours while symptoms persist. ***One? lol.&lt;br /&gt;-If pain or fever does not respond to 1 tablet, 2 tablets may be used.&lt;br /&gt;-Do not exceed 6 tablets in 24 hours, unless directed by a doctor. ***oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach bleeding warning: This product contains a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug (NSAID), which may cause stomach bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did wrong: took way too much!!!! haha basically like 20 in one day. I think my pee even smelled like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my roommates think i'm addicted to it now. My mouth hurt! It's getting better now. I think i'll quit cold turkey, basically so my stomach doesn't bleed! Hopefully I don't die anytime soon due to Iburofen...poisoning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-1876818760535973834?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1876818760535973834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=1876818760535973834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1876818760535973834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1876818760535973834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/ibuprofen.html' title='Ibuprofen'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3661703351715039103</id><published>2008-10-15T12:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:18:16.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a fortnight...well maybe just one night.</title><content type='html'>My living room is one large fort! Furnished with both our couches, a table, and tv. This is a true story I have pictures to prove it. A couple weeks ago Jarom and Rachel were talking about making a fort...nothing really came of it, untill now. I guess thy used to make forts when they were little. My sisters and i never really did this. We played "cushion day," We took all the cushions in the house and put them at the bottom of the stairs, then jumped onto them :) So on monday night the magic happened! The crew consisted of: me, Jeff, Jarom, Mike, Missy, Rachel, Becca, Emma, and Anne showed up late.  The following is the photographic evidence that this fort was and still is real:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Begginings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557820_7600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557820_7600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guard. we decorated him with my new mullet wig and glasses. then missy, the resident art major, drew him a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557921_7147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557921_7147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557935_6982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557935_6982.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is taken through the entrance, through the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557941_4511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557941_4511.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two masterminds at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557973_9738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4557973_9738.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got scary in the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4558015_5974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4558015_5974.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS LOVE JUMPING PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4558068_8478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4558068_8478.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rachel wanted to take gongsta pics, so i got out my bandanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4558111_8731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4558111_8731.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3661703351715039103?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3661703351715039103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3661703351715039103' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3661703351715039103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3661703351715039103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-in-fortnightwell-maybe-just-one.html' title='all in a fortnight...well maybe just one night.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-1905046584579863715</id><published>2008-10-08T11:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:36:41.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensign/Liahona Aspirations</title><content type='html'>The following is my surefire plan to get a picture of me in the Conference edition of the Ensign/Liahona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been home from "the mish" for a little over 2 1/2 years, long time right? In that time I have not seen any of my former companions. I had 11 companions, 10 of them are from africa; South Africa (4), Madagascar (1), Zimbabwe (1), Kenya (1), Uganda (2), Ghana (1). My companion from Ghana, Elder Brown, attends BYU-I. Janna attends BYU-I. I called Janna and had her give him a ride down here to Utah for conference/mission reunions. So she did. Before they came Sylvester (Elder Brown) informed me that he had conference tickets to the sunday morning session! w00t! Never seen motab in person. So we went to mission reunions (two) and had some fun. He visited his "lady friend" from Ghana who is going to BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on saturday I had a genius idea! You know how when you look through the pictures of the conference Ensign/Liahona they only put "ethnic" looking people in it? You know where i'm going with this right? Sylvester and his friend are black africans. I told Sylvester and his "lady friend" that our goal for the day was to get in pictures taken by Ensign photographers! They thought it was a good idea. The session ended and we started walking around. When we saw photographers we would walk past them multiple times. Then we were walking behind some regular white people and the photographer takes their pic. We walk past and I say to Sylvester, "that was messed up, he should have taken our picture." Out of the corner of my eye I see the photographer walking up to us, "can I take your picture." We accepted. We stood there and smiled while he took a bunch of pictures, changed settings and positions then took more. We walked away satisfied. They take thousands of pictures, but I think our chances are pretty good. A white guy and two native africans, very diverse, you know, like the church. Oh, and conference was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4482628_9016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4482628_9016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics of elder brown and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Brown all thugged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v78/213/120/878430426/n878430426_798916_3557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v78/213/120/878430426/n878430426_798916_3557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v80/213/120/878430426/n878430426_702773_7722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v80/213/120/878430426/n878430426_702773_7722.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-1905046584579863715?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1905046584579863715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=1905046584579863715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1905046584579863715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/1905046584579863715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/ensignliahona-aspirations.html' title='Ensign/Liahona Aspirations'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3167107541753451514</id><published>2008-09-26T23:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:28:52.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing in the deep end?</title><content type='html'>I find dating to be...well, I just don't like it. Most of the time I feel like i'm wasting my time and or money. Maybe it's constantly getting owned by girls (the S means it's plural) who express interest in going out with me, or even suggest, "we should do something sometime." And yet, they are always busy. Tuesday? Wednesday? Whenever. I can get work off. No. Ok. Nevermind. Maybe i'll ask out someone who can fit 2 hours of going out with me into their busy week. Some girls tell me they will go out with me, but then end up "busy" and I think they really didn't want to go out with me in the first place. Girls need to know that they can say no. Don't even get me started on double dates, why would i want to get to know my friends date? Sometimes I come up with excuses to not ask girls out, girls that I normally might want to go out with. Some of these excuses may be shallow...here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-too tall.&lt;br /&gt;-too short. &lt;br /&gt;-overweight.&lt;br /&gt;-too thin.&lt;br /&gt;-canckles (woof)&lt;br /&gt;-doesn't like country music. for reals?&lt;br /&gt;-coworker.&lt;br /&gt;-in the ward.&lt;br /&gt;-way to much makeup.&lt;br /&gt;-flat hair.&lt;br /&gt;- wears clothes from american eagle/hollister. like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- brown eyes? i like blue.&lt;br /&gt;- talk about x-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- talk about "their missionary," woah. red flag. of all the missionaries i knew that had girls waiting for them back home about 85% of them went to the movies and kissed girls. srsly. girls that religiously wait get what they deserve, a husband who will ignore them and watch football every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- too...indie. indie girls are super cute BUT they have the ugliest haircuts ever! (truly indie girls that is. some girls dress indie but have normal short haircuts) it's like they got the kitchen scissors and did it themselves. &lt;br /&gt;- doesn't like The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;-always has a boyfriend, different guy every week.&lt;br /&gt;-still dates pre-mees.&lt;br /&gt;-a roommate or friend is in love with them. bros before hoes.&lt;br /&gt;- have already gone out with their roommate, sister, or cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll overcome my dislike for wasting my time and money and date more, we will see. I seem to attract the weirdest girls! Hopefully soon a girl that I want to date will actually want to go out with me. It's almost ski season :) then it wont matter that I don't have a girlfrind, and i'll be the one who is too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i just submitted my application to byu for january. please pray for me to get accepted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3167107541753451514?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3167107541753451514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3167107541753451514' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3167107541753451514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3167107541753451514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/fishing-in-deep-end.html' title='fishing in the deep end?'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-422699995909576895</id><published>2008-09-09T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:25:47.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless Pictures of People Peeing</title><content type='html'>My friends and I do a lot of outdoorsy stuff, hiking and backpacking mostly. Do not confuse this with camping, why camp when you can sleep in a bed? While playing in the great outdoors, occasionally, people need to go pee. I always have my camera ready for such instances :) Here are a few shots that I found while going through pics on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate. Hiking outside of Cedar City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197835_4036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197835_4036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate. Hiking Box Elder Peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197807_3662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197807_3662.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick. Canyoneering in Zion National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197836_4689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197836_4689.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor. Canyoneering in Zion National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197800_7256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197800_7256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Solomampiononona (from Madagascar), he had to pee every 5 minutes...i'm not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197810_7451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197810_7451.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Bucwa. Notice the outhouse 5 feet from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197825_6245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197825_6245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197827_7553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197827_7553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Hiking Buckskin Gultch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2563016_2487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2563016_2487.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking Timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197808_6213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4197808_6213.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-422699995909576895?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/422699995909576895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=422699995909576895' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/422699995909576895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/422699995909576895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/priceless-pictures-of-people-peeing.html' title='Priceless Pictures of People Peeing'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-459545985877469822</id><published>2008-09-02T17:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:44:15.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the owner of the gold Hyundai:</title><content type='html'>You have parked your ugly gold Hyundai in my underground parking spot. This is the third time I have come home to find your crappy car in my spot. The underground parking is NOT open game, 12 apartments and 12 parking spots, see the correlation between the number of parking spots and the number of apartments? The large number "8" spray painted on the wall means that it is my spot. So, if you don't live in number 8, which you don't, don't park in that spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are, thanks to my handy dandy ward directory. Kinda funny how only one guy in the ward is from Oregon, right? You live in number 12, thus if you are going to park in the underground parking lot you must park in the number 12 spot. If one of your roommates has already parked there you may park behind the building, those spots are all free game. If, by chance, all of those spots are taken you cannot park underground in the number 8 spot, and therefore you must find a spot on the street. I know it may be hard to find a spot on the street. Sorry. I'm mostly sorry that you have not figured out what the "8" on the wall means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is visual proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4123340_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4123340_1231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you should park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4123336_7849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4123336_7849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you don't know where the street is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4123339_7663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v334/213/120/878430426/n878430426_4123339_7663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-459545985877469822?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/459545985877469822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=459545985877469822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/459545985877469822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/459545985877469822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-owner-of-gold-hyundai.html' title='To the owner of the gold Hyundai:'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-528993107578272119</id><published>2008-08-29T12:53:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:28:10.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great and Spacious Building of NBC</title><content type='html'>Why do I compare NBC with The Great and Spacious Building? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBC was the television network covering the Olympics this year. They did a HORRIBLE job. I feel that the true fans of the Olympics were not taken into account when they decided what they would show on tv. Instead they decided what events would attract Joe Schmoe American, who really doesn't give a rat's butt about the Olympics, but just wants to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know I ran Track and Field and Cross Country in high school. I would refer to myself and a Track Junkie! I check track websites and forums almost daily. If there has been a large track meet anywhere in the world I probably know about it. Not just during the Olympic year but every year. So what events do I want to see on my tv during the Olympics? TRACK I wanted 800m, 1500m, 5000m, and 10000m. Thats it! Did I get it? Some, at 2am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I get hours upon hours of those BUTT UGLY volleyball girls. Seriously, do we need to see them celebrate for 20 minutes after they win? couldn't NBC have switched after the match was over to another event? NO, because apparently Joe Schmoe wanted to see May-Trainer sprinkle her mother's cremated body onto the sand, how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a face full of Michael Phelps. He did great, obviously. Yes I enjoyed watching him win so many events during the first week of the Olympics, BUT I hated how NBC WHORED his name on everything dubbing him the "Greatest Olympian of All Time." You can now buy a special DVD about him produced by NBC.  Just because he won the most gold's, at one games, doesn't make him the greatest Olympian ever. (for an in depth analysis about why he is not the greatest olympian ever go to Nate Houle's blog, he will argue that Usain Bolt is just as good if not better. How swimming is 0 impact on bones and joints, enabling you to do more events, all of Phelps' races were about the same distance using the same kind of muscle fibers (fast twich) and yadda yadda, how it's not possible to do all events in Track. should be good. &lt;a href="http://nathanhoule.blogspot.com/2008/08/bolt-vs-phelps.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;) If Usain Bolt were American we would be seeing NBC pimp his name on everything. And even though swimming had been over for a week I was still seeing his ugly mouth on my tv, while they could be showing me Track.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples of what NBC did wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live" coverage...not quite. Try 40 minutes after. If you went to nbcolympics.com you would see the results and pictures of events that were supposed to air "live." example: I knew Phelps won the 100m butterfly, even though at the right of the tv it said, "live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mens Steeplechase Final: The day of the steeplechase final NBC showed 1h 30m of the 20km Racewalk...seriously the race walk? Then they showed 2h 30m full coverage of the Womens Marathon, both favorites dropped out and no americans running. They show both those races, THEN I have to stay up till 1:30am to watch the Steeplechase (which is a very exciting event to watch due to the water pit) So it finally starts, after a lap and an half they cut away to the womens high jump! Then after that they cut to a commercial! NO JOKE! Then they come back to the race, almost over. the race was won in 8min 10sec....An 8 minute race!!!! and they can't show all of it, but they show ribbon dancing?!? ALSO that night during prime time they showed the women's Pole Vault, cool, but as they showed it you could see the winners of the Steeplechase taking their victory laps! ummm hello NBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the did not show full coverage of any distance events, ALL were shown later than 1am. Ever heard of Bekele? no. NBC failed you. He only won the 10k and the 5k. Both were Olympic Records (he holds both world records) and the fashion in which he won was so impressive. Just blew everyone away. The 5k was probably the best 5k ever ran, he led the whole race, which is tactical suicide, then blew everyone away the last two laps. running a 12:57 an OR. That is 3.1 miles. 4:10 per mile! The last mile was 3:58!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom right of the TV it would say stuff like "phelps in 30" and show a little clip of him....well they did that with the 100m and it said, "Bolt in 23min" and IT SHOWED HIM WINNING the race! What if i wanted to be surprised? Nope, more than once during Track they told us who won before they showed it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy doing the interviews at the track was a jerk! After Lolo Jones caught the 9th hurdle and lost the race, he asks her to describe it. Then after Wallace Spearman gets bronze in the 200m, but then gets DQ'ed for stepping on the line. The guy says, "you got disqualified, you stepped on the line. How does it feel to lose your bronze?" Or defending champion in the 400m Jeremy Wariner after he gets second, "do you think you got second because you switched coaches?" Wariner walks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the original Olympic events? Track and Field. Stick to the basics. I guarantee there are more hard core track fans than gymnastics or swimming. Who watches gymnastics outside of the Olympics? Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to rip that crappy rug of off Bob Costas' head and punch him in the face. If it weren't for Heroes and The Office, the best two shows on tv, I would never watch NBC ever again. Did I get my point across? If not I've got more ammo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-528993107578272119?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/528993107578272119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=528993107578272119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/528993107578272119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/528993107578272119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-and-spacious-building-of-nbc.html' title='The Great and Spacious Building of NBC'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6973353148508988382</id><published>2008-08-15T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:12:34.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i talk in my sleep...well thats just what i hear.</title><content type='html'>I moved out of the house a couple months ago which means I now have a roommate. Having a roommate means that there is someone to hear/tell me all the things I say in my sleep! So here are all the things I have said in my sleep that my roommate has heard and remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago: *mumbling* "...all the ponies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago (this is my personal favorite): "more flames, more sparkles, oh yeah!" I can only imagine what i was dreaming about here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day: Jeff (my roommate) said I screamed at the top of my lungs, waking him up: "NO MORE BLACK SUITS!" Hahaha. The funny thing here is I remember two of my dreams from that night, neither of them had black suits. I had a dream where I had a Mexican girlfriend and we went fourwheeling. And another dream where my teeth were all rotten and gross, this was a nightmare! but nothing about black suits....oh boy, again I can only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer* Dear girls who may want to marry me, this is not an every night occurrence! I DO NOT snore, I DO NOT grind my teeth, in fact I am a very light breather, sleeping next to me you might think I was dead, if I wasn't screaming about black suits that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6973353148508988382?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6973353148508988382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6973353148508988382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6973353148508988382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6973353148508988382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-talk-in-my-sleepwell-thats-just-what.html' title='i talk in my sleep...well thats just what i hear.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6273080396440801537</id><published>2008-08-10T16:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:39:05.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charade, Random Thoughts, Shamless Plugs.</title><content type='html'>Do you have a nap movie? You know, a movie that kind of puts you to sleep. I do, it is "To Catch a Thief." It is a great movie, but I can never stay awake while watching it! I have had to sleep at the house instead of my apartment the past couple of days. Janna and my mom are in NYC so I am "baby sitting" Kate and Penny. So friday night I got to the house at 1am, I wasn't very tired and needed some sleep so I looked for the dvd of To Catch a Thief, but I couldn't find it!  I did find Charade. I have seen it a few times and liked it, but this is an old movie maybe it would put me to sleep? Nope. The opening scene takes place at a Ski Resort and the dialogue between Reggie and Peter (that was his name at the time) is just awesome! I'm hooked. I had to turn it off so I could get some sleep then watched the rest of it in the morning. Great flick. My roommate Jeff has never seen it so I'm going to throw a party, i'll invited lots of people and then Jeff and I will watch it because nobody ever shows up to our movie nights. Note to self: when trying to sleep don't watch Charade, stick to your guns, To catch a Thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympics started :) don't bother me during the Track and Field events....or else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which birthday party do I go to today? I have been invited to two parties. Maybe I'll try and hit both....more junk food :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to go see that new mormon movie about the sister missionary?....psych!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my rat tail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Nap sunday is what I have called today. A sunday without a nap is a sunday wasted...unfortunately today was "wasted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna is in NYC check out her blog. (link to the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate Houle recently created a blog, check out his post about the olympics, it's good. (link to the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Laney and Taylor's blog. Their baby Hank looks like Voldemort in the second picture down. (link to the right.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6273080396440801537?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6273080396440801537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6273080396440801537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6273080396440801537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6273080396440801537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/charade-random-thoughts-shamless-plugs.html' title='Charade, Random Thoughts, Shamless Plugs.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6888917215935520516</id><published>2008-08-04T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:59:20.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the solitude of my sunday saunter</title><content type='html'>After Sunday dinner I arrived at my apartment only to find it empty. Where was everyone? I didn't know, so i decided to go for a walk. Naturally I brought my camera. (warning: lots of pics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. you can click on the pics to enlarge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a place with Women for rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3796793_4307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3796793_4307.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797262_3928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797262_3928.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like sitting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797266_8058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797266_8058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking on that creepy path that goes along rape hill, I went off the path and got my favorite shoes muddy. so I took a sock off to wipe them off and then i threw the sock in the bushes cuz i didn't want to carry a muddy sock home....moral of the story, don't go off the straight and narrow path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797270_8485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797270_8485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the RB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797272_314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797272_314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm dont park here, unless you're doing a service project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3796774_5981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3796774_5981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't feel like sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797276_5246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797276_5246.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797278_4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797278_4003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs. See the symmetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3796780_3385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3796780_3385.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are flowers on campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797280_6887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797280_6887.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some self portraits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797299_8664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797299_8664.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3798117_5143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3798117_5143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797376_3141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797376_3141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797406_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797406_2043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a window is missing...i wonder if byu knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797409_7633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797409_7633.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tthhhhtop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797411_7576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797411_7576.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797417_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3797417_2123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6888917215935520516?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6888917215935520516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6888917215935520516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6888917215935520516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6888917215935520516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/solitude-of-my-sunday-saunter_1761.html' title='the solitude of my sunday saunter'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-8109210762223149163</id><published>2008-07-31T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:55:49.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna sit by me?...no. ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SJH8wQzCuBI/AAAAAAAAADs/X68IQSvDTaE/s1600-h/100_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SJH8wQzCuBI/AAAAAAAAADs/X68IQSvDTaE/s320/100_1525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229238548426831890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to sit by me. Seriously. Especially girls. I don't know what it is. Over the past few months I have noticed that girls never sit by me when a group of people are watching a movie or just hanging out. Only when there is one seat available in the whole room will people sit by me, sometimes girls choose the floor, no joke. I will relate my most recent experience, but keep in mind I have hundreds of examples that I could use: Some people in my ward decide to have a Brain Regan night (he is a comedian), sweet I'm in. I go over, two people are already on the couch (holds 3 people comfortably, 4-5 if you squish) so I sit on the love seat (holds 2 people comfortably, 3-4 if you squish). So I'm sitting there, by myself I might add, against the arm so more people could fit. A girl walks in and sits on the couch, I didn't want to sit by her anyways. Another girl walks in...she asks people to squish so she can fit on the couch. I'm sitting by myself still..."whatever, shes not very pretty, I must be super lame if she doesn't even want to sit by me." People on the couch: 4. People on the love seat: 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't girls sit by me? Here are my theories.&lt;br /&gt;#1 I'm ugly?&lt;br /&gt;#2 I smell funny? (probably not though. If I smell like anything it's that new orange dove soap, old spice, and chanel)&lt;br /&gt;#3 I'm short&lt;br /&gt;#4 I'm ugly..oh already said that.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;#5 I'm really good looking and intimidate girls so they are to shy to sit by me...maybe i'll marry the next girl who actually sits by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe I'll just stand up till everyone sits down, then I can choose where I want to sit, then I don't need to sit on the love seat by myself anymore....I'll just end up on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps I was going to blog about the Louis Vuitton sweatband that i want :) I saw Lil' Bow wow wearing it in his latest music video. It's just a normal sweatband worn on your forehead while playing sport. so I checked out their website...it was in the womens collection...and only sold in a package deal 2 wristbands, sweatband, and a towel...$300....maybe ill find a fake one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-8109210762223149163?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8109210762223149163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=8109210762223149163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8109210762223149163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8109210762223149163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanna-sit-by-meno-ok.html' title='wanna sit by me?...no. ok.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SJH8wQzCuBI/AAAAAAAAADs/X68IQSvDTaE/s72-c/100_1525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-4872945576411339932</id><published>2008-07-27T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:44:22.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple Missionaries...jerks? (yeah i said jerks)</title><content type='html'>Saturday mornings at work start out pretty slow. There I was minding my own business walking around pretendning to be busy so managers wouldn't ask me to do stupid stuff, like go on a delivery or scrub the floor. All of the sudden an old man flags me a down and tells me all about the hole in the bottom of his mug. I inspect said mug,then tell him there is no hole in it. I tell him how it was put in a freezer while wet, then it froze, then it was pulled out of the freezer, root beer was poured in it and overflowed and froze to the outside of the mug, then melted at room temperature on his table. He insists about the hole. I tell him that i'll get him a new one and put his old mug in my bus tub walk around the corner and see him tell his server about the hole, she explains the same thing as i did. It's simple science really. After she left the table I hear the woman say to her husband, "they shouldn't have argued with you." I guess he was really mad. I walk back over and say to the server, "it's ok i'll get them a new one." I was doing something and had to walk to the end of the row of tables. i turn around and overhear this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I start walking towards them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old lady -- "it's ok hun, you're smarter than he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT! She and I make eye contact, but she thinks I didn't hear it! Oh yeah, did I mention they were a couple serving a mission! wearing their nametags! I call them Elder and Sister Humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the drink station pretty offended, "that old man is a retard, no one is smarter than me. how dare this woman say that! and she's a missionary, that was christlike..." I reach for a mug in the deepest darkest corner of the freezer, it was still morning and they were nice and frosty! I grab the best looking mug, fill it with ice and filled it with root beer. After the mug was at a perfect level I must have accidentally let my finger slip and I overflowed it and the root beer froze to the outside of their mug, oops. Then i did it again. And again. Untill the whole outside of the mug had frozen root beer all over it. oops. I grab a new coaster and set it on their table, "there you go sir." Five minutes later it looked as if there was a hole in this mug too! What a shame, two in a row with holes, their table was a swimming pool of root beer and they used all their napkins to mop it up. I wanted them to complain about it, because I was going to say, "oh I thought you were smarter than me... so i assumed there was a hole in your mug, looks like I was right, sorry about that." but they didn't say anything, just got quiet when I would walk past. And they gossiped about it the whole time! Shame. I asked the server what mission they were in so I could write their president about how rude they were to me, but I guess it was just a church history mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Dear Elder and Sister Humble, Please don't come back to the Brick Oven, we are the highest grossing restaurant in utah and don't need your business nor your stingy senior citizen tips. With Love, Tanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps maybe the church ought to "raise the bar" for senior couples too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-4872945576411339932?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4872945576411339932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=4872945576411339932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4872945576411339932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/4872945576411339932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/couple-missionariesjerks.html' title='Couple Missionaries...jerks? (yeah i said jerks)'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6108206707410259889</id><published>2008-07-25T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:52:15.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the deep thoughts of Nicholas Tanner Mills</title><content type='html'>Have you ever looked at me and thought, "I wonder what Tanner is thinking about..." Well, i'm going to tell you :) On Monday I did some canyoneering in Zion National Park. We did a trail called Mystery Canyon, it was fun. Anywho these are a few of the things that I thought about in the car on the way home. My thoughts are in the quotes. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to pee pretty bad...good thing we are stopping for dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Carls jr - "why are all the meals $7?..they better be dang good." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle bench in a minivan, Kim Houle and her coworker Dayna are having a conversation in the front seat - "kinda weird how i have been listening to them and haven't jumped in the conversation...i always have something to say...where is the ipod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying to sleep and actually sleeping for about 30 minutes (it was about 10pm when we left Cedar City) and I had the only seat [b]without[/b] a head rest - "aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my neck is killing me!...*i look around* hmmm i wonder if this kid would notice if i sneakily took his head rest, he's not even using it. *i reach over about to take it* ...naw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nice we are almost to Delta *two or three minutes pass*...wait thats Fillmore..*i hang my head a bit*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While scrolling through the ipod - "I don't want to listen to any of this crap...wait, i'll listen to that band that has no words...whats it called...parker (my friend parker cross, i skied with him a lot last winter) showed them to me..*i scroll for a while* Mogwai! thats it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at the moon "hmmm nice waxing cresent...or is it a waning cresent...maybe thats why i got a B (astronomy class)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at a mountain - "i could ski down that. *a few minutes pass* should i get some tight ski pants...naw i like the thug baggy look too much *a few more minutes pass* the ski industry is getting to artsy for me, i'm not though...wait i'm listening to music with no words...crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes the silhouette of timp!...*minute later* crap its nebo *hang my head farther this time*..this is the longest road trip ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i need to pee again...i can hold it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Springville! almost home...oh man i could really go for some stouffer's lazag (i guess thats what i call lasagna in my head) right now...wait is stouffer's in provo or springville?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6108206707410259889?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6108206707410259889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6108206707410259889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6108206707410259889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6108206707410259889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/deep-thoughts-of-nicholas-tanner-mills.html' title='the deep thoughts of Nicholas Tanner Mills'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3476040864845927982</id><published>2008-07-17T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:56:34.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bloggers...</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggers, I have made two major realizations and thought I would share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I have realized that some people who blog choose for some crazy reason to have a dark background with light wording. Color mixtures i can think of right now are black and white, dark blue and cream, dark green and yellow...ok you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;#2 Secondly I have realized that my eyes hurt after i read these blogs. When i finish reading I look up at the wall and I can see lines all over it! did someone paint my wall? I tried to focus on the words on the wall to see whos blog was written on my living room wall, but i failed and couldn't focus...just saw more lines. Then I think to myself, "gosh dang i need my glasses." -- I wear glasses to read btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: blogs with dark backgrounds and light wording make peoples eyes hurt. especially my eyes. The End. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS something i'm obsessed with and forgot to mention in my last post: the color lime green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS i got a haircut. i was going to get an even sicker mullet/rat tail, but after my friend Christie finished it we agreed that it looked retarded and super white trash!!! so we cut the rest of it off. so i have a missionary haircut. my mom loves it :) but i keep reaching to my neck to play with my hair and its gone. its weird not to have 2 inches of rat tail to play with lol. im still getting used to it, my neck is cold. but my hair looks really good ...i like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3476040864845927982?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3476040864845927982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3476040864845927982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3476040864845927982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3476040864845927982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-bloggers.html' title='Dear Bloggers...'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-3855212904346135003</id><published>2008-07-12T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:58:10.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid stuff i'm obsessed with</title><content type='html'>- rat tails/mullets...they are cool, well at least i think so.&lt;br /&gt;- slicked down side parts.&lt;br /&gt;- chocolate milk. i paid 5 bones for 2 gallons at the byu creamery! wtf...now that i think of it ill drink a cup of it while i finish this post :)&lt;br /&gt;- oatmeal cream pies 10/$10.00 at virtually every grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;- girls that wear skinny jeans and cute but flat shoes.&lt;br /&gt;- reverse camber/rockered skis. basically they bow in the opposite direction for optimum flotation in powder.&lt;br /&gt;- canon EOS 40d ...6.5 fps. retail price $1299.00ish...she will be mine someday.&lt;br /&gt;- watching the SOAPnet channel and trying to explain "one tree hill" and "the oc" to my roommates. i would hate for them to not understand.&lt;br /&gt;- watching planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;- pens that double as lazer pointers, soooo much fun :)&lt;br /&gt;- ironing my sunday clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- shoes. i like to wear 2-3 different pairs everyday. i sometimes leave them in the living room of my apartment (currently have 5 pairs in here) my roommates dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;- the word "rad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of for now, maybe ill add more stuff later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-3855212904346135003?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3855212904346135003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=3855212904346135003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3855212904346135003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/3855212904346135003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-stuff-im-obsessed-with.html' title='stupid stuff i&apos;m obsessed with'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-8369779718860784188</id><published>2008-07-02T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:55:50.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most underrated city in utah...</title><content type='html'>TOOELE! you're probably thinking, "wtf? did he say Tooele." Yes i did. I went to Tooele with Nate Houle last Thursday to go bowling. Long story short we have a friend from Oklahoma who is staying in Ogden for the summer, he asked us to meet him in Tooele for a little bowling. On the drive up we went through SLC then took I-80 west, we had to work pretty hard at not barfing while passing Magna (it smells really bad), this made me a bit worried about being in Tooele. A couple miles later the air smelled normal again, giving me a little relief. We passed The Great Salt Lake, while listening to a song called "The Great Salt Lake." The lake was really cool looking, almost looked like the ocean...only if you looked north though. Then we arrived in Tooele! The mountains were green to the east. (you know those ugly mountains west of SLC? yeah the west side of them actually looks good.) All the stores were new and nice and stuff, really nice, although there were some ugly dumps too, i overlooked those. The bowling ally had like 40 lanes! and all of the balls were really new so it didn't hobble down the lane. On the way out of town we saw one of the coolest sunsets ever, the sun was huge and deep red. So yeah, i would rate Tooele a step or two above Spanish Fork. Then we took our friend from Oklahoma and showed him Temple Square. the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accidentally turned onto this road. It was everything we expected to be in Tooele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_FvlrhqI/AAAAAAAAACs/uphpMYAu99g/s1600-h/100_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_FvlrhqI/AAAAAAAAACs/uphpMYAu99g/s320/100_1279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218545067377788578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_b5q2kwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DLXKhp8l6ME/s1600-h/100_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_b5q2kwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DLXKhp8l6ME/s320/100_1282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218545448040960770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend and us at the bowling ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_sRaLFII/AAAAAAAAAC8/HkMHF69bmGg/s1600-h/100_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_sRaLFII/AAAAAAAAAC8/HkMHF69bmGg/s320/100_1285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218545729291359362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_7FB97-I/AAAAAAAAADE/0N-CIbd-m_Y/s1600-h/100_1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_7FB97-I/AAAAAAAAADE/0N-CIbd-m_Y/s320/100_1296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218545983666647010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-8369779718860784188?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8369779718860784188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=8369779718860784188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8369779718860784188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/8369779718860784188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-underrated-city-in-utah.html' title='The most underrated city in utah...'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SGv_FvlrhqI/AAAAAAAAACs/uphpMYAu99g/s72-c/100_1279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6161520959754429696</id><published>2008-06-16T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:07:44.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kites are fun.</title><content type='html'>I bought a kite! Actually I bought two, because I had a date. Mine had pokemons and hers had dora the explora. They were cute. We got them to fly high...only cuz we ran fast. Then we stopped running and the kites floated gingerly down to the earth. It wasn't windy :( We got tired! Then the sun set and it got chilly. Moral of the story: Kites are fun! The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6161520959754429696?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6161520959754429696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6161520959754429696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6161520959754429696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6161520959754429696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-kite.html' title='kites are fun.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-7028050841578061769</id><published>2008-06-02T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:55:51.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pine Creek, Zion National Park</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday I went canyoneering with some friends, Parker, his wife Heidi (Houle), Heidi's mom Kim, and my friend Trevor. We just did a day trip, left at 6am and got home at midnight! The hike we did is called the Pine Creek Trail. The trail was all downhill in a slot canyon and had about 6 rappels!! So we hiked with our harnesses on so when we got to a place with a rappel we could just bust out the ropes and do it. A few of the rappels were about 20-40ft, but there was one about 50ft and the final one was about 100ft!!!! It was soo scary to hook in from so high up, just there on the ledge. After we came out of the canyon we had to hike for about 2 miles, but this part of the hike was covered in huge boulders that had been washed out of the canyons in flash floods. So we jumped from one to the other...for 2 miles! At the end was our reward, a pool of deep clear water for us to play in. There was a large flat rock that we jumped off of into the water it was about 10-15ft. high...it was fun :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us being Chinese tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETCmsAqgNI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZL4Kk7PggSU/s1600-h/100_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETCmsAqgNI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZL4Kk7PggSU/s320/100_1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207501039051899090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next pic is the second biggest rappel, it dropped down into a large room in the slot canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETCxsAqgOI/AAAAAAAAABs/vbwRXaTX_Lw/s1600-h/100_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETCxsAqgOI/AAAAAAAAABs/vbwRXaTX_Lw/s320/100_1120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207501228030460130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETDpMAqgQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E8f84B__AQU/s1600-h/100_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETDpMAqgQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E8f84B__AQU/s320/100_1167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207502181513199874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this next pic i am rappelling upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETD3MAqgRI/AAAAAAAAACE/atqy4PPoh0g/s1600-h/100_1175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETD3MAqgRI/AAAAAAAAACE/atqy4PPoh0g/s320/100_1175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207502422031368466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the bottom of the last rappel, it also dropped into a litle room in the slot canyon. It was gorgeous!!! and there was a natural spring with little pools of clear water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETFW8AqgSI/AAAAAAAAACM/N1wZckh_C_E/s1600-h/100_1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETFW8AqgSI/AAAAAAAAACM/N1wZckh_C_E/s320/100_1176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207504067003842850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me doing a bio/misty flip into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v287/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3162307_6179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v287/213/120/878430426/n878430426_3162307_6179.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-7028050841578061769?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7028050841578061769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=7028050841578061769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7028050841578061769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/7028050841578061769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/pine-creek-zion-national-park.html' title='Pine Creek, Zion National Park'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SETCmsAqgNI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZL4Kk7PggSU/s72-c/100_1110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-562017859715978114</id><published>2008-05-18T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:05:32.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Own Stalker!!11!</title><content type='html'>The following is a very real conversation that happened a couple of weeks ago with my friend Jeff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some girl just sent me a message on facebook saying she wants to meet up."-Jeff&lt;br /&gt;"oh cool do it."-me&lt;br /&gt;"No way she's like a stalker!"-jeff&lt;br /&gt;"I think it would be kind of cool to have a stalker, I would be flattered."-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the following is the story of my stalker ...ok...the word stalker in this case is a bit harsh, it's more like semi-stalker-in love with tanner'er (thats all one word). A couple weeks after the previously posted conversation I was innocently going about my business at work, at The Brick Oven (the whore of all the Earth), and I recognized the new dishwasher. I wont write her name on this blog for obvious reasons. She went to my high school and I had a class with her, she was a grade older than me. (Leisy and Laney might know who she is btw) She's pretty much crazy and has some obvious, but not so obvious, learning disabilities...and she's a control freak that wont take no for an answer. So because I was unfortunate enough to go to the high school that I did I knew this girl. Now me being really really ridiculously good looking, naturally she would have a crush on me, but being the psycho that she is decided to ask me out. so she tries once, I never responded. Second time, she specifies, ice cream, I was swamped that night. Next time I had a date... she started to follow me around a bit at work and come bother me while I was working. She invited me to her birthday party, me being a nice person said I would go to it, but when she would ask to hang out and get ice cream I started to be straight up blunt and say, "i don't want to."...for some strange reason she thought i was joking when i said no. So on friday night I saw her walking around (looking for me) and I started talking to a girl I work with about how this other girl always asks me out. I told her "i guarantee she comes and asks me out for ice cream." Low and behold five seconds later she comes up and asks me out for ice cream!!!! aaahhhhh. I said No, but reassured her that I would go to her birthday party. I was pretty excited to go to it...UNTILL my fake-girlfriend bailed on me at the last minute!!! (one of my good friends was going to pretend to be my girlfriend) but it turned out ok because I had called some people that know her and MADE them come to the party (we ate at The Brick Oven) . Five people, other than her, showed up to eat. It was very obvious that none of us wanted to be there. I thought everyone there was very...Christlike? for coming and being friends with her. I feel bad for this girl, but at the same time refuse to give her my phone number.... so yeah, moral of the story is, "be careful what you wish for, because you might get a stalker!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-562017859715978114?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/562017859715978114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=562017859715978114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/562017859715978114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/562017859715978114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-very-own-stalker11.html' title='My Very Own Stalker!!11!'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-6138494641905414405</id><published>2008-05-15T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:55:51.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mildew &amp; Soap Scum VS. Bleach &amp; Elbow Grease... who wins?</title><content type='html'>Drum Roll please.....and the winner is, ME! I win. So as you may or may not know I recently moved out with some fiends; Jarom, Jeff, and Bronson. Anywho, it's a place called Windsor Arms just south of BYU campus in "P-Town" 750e. 750n...ish. Alright back to the whole point of this post! Our GROSS bathroom! So, apparently, they didn't clean our apartment before we moved in. Me being a "closet" neat freak HAD to do something about it! I always have a dirty room, but can't stand dirty bathrooms! I wont get in the shower till it's clean. You might not suspect me to be a little neat freak, but i am. (Every time I was transfered on mission i would scrub the bathroom of my new place.) So I went to Wal-Mart, bought a ton of cleaning supplies, and turned on some tunes. My room, that i share with Jeff, has a private bathroom....our shower was GREEN! No joke, just straight up mildew and soap scum! So I bleeeyyotched the heck out of it. I got pretty tired from scrubbing soooo hard for soooo long, but in the end it was worth it! I even got super light headed a couple of times and had to get out of the bathroom to get some air lol.... Here is the after picture. enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SCzPjDwFXYI/AAAAAAAAABM/fO5zP8_GeQc/s1600-h/100_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SCzPjDwFXYI/AAAAAAAAABM/fO5zP8_GeQc/s320/100_1043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200759870915435906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ps check it out! we have a washer and dryer! (thats the other bathroom too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SCzP4DwFXZI/AAAAAAAAABU/sztYt2pAO4o/s1600-h/100_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SCzP4DwFXZI/AAAAAAAAABU/sztYt2pAO4o/s320/100_1044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200760231692688786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-6138494641905414405?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6138494641905414405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=6138494641905414405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6138494641905414405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/6138494641905414405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/mildew-soap-scum-vs-bleach-elbow-grease.html' title='Mildew &amp; Soap Scum VS. Bleach &amp; Elbow Grease... who wins?'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/SCzPjDwFXYI/AAAAAAAAABM/fO5zP8_GeQc/s72-c/100_1043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2718027255256170478</id><published>2008-04-09T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:35:22.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square.</title><content type='html'>So I went up to Priesthood Session with Jason, but before and after i took some pics. I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2709837_2493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2709837_2493.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2709884_4305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2709884_4305.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2709877_8183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2709877_8183.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2714755_6741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-426.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v194/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2714755_6741.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087369997660224173-2718027255256170478?l=tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2718027255256170478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3087369997660224173&amp;postID=2718027255256170478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2718027255256170478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087369997660224173/posts/default/2718027255256170478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tannerssweetblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/temple-square.html' title='Temple Square.'/><author><name>Tanner Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877001702838408987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7Ql7kMKHQEw/R_xhuwUR7cI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_pg9b367_A/S220/tie+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087369997660224173.post-2840128443165667030</id><published>2008-04-09T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:41:42.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have i been up to all winter???</title><content type='html'>Well, thats an easy question to answer! Skiing. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2251894_7042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2251894_7042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for a backflip below, didnt quite get it. shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2251903_5451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2251903_5451.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2299364_7665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2299364_7665.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is a rather large jump my friends and i built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2586505_8897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2586505_8897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2620282_3778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2620282_3778.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v192/213/120/878430426/n878430426_2620286_8987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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