<?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-8285117327900161960</id><updated>2012-02-06T10:53:53.595-08:00</updated><category term='phone dump'/><title type='text'>Kristen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-8385391429403864848</id><published>2012-01-26T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:01:27.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our annual trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems like february is the time we like to take our big trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-week-of-my-life.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; we went to brazil for a late honeymoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although it's no brazil, this year we are going out west!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a little over a week we will be heading out to slc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are going with lance's parents and i'm so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some stops we'll make include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the slopes. snowboarding for me, skiing for lance and perry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rexburg to meet my little nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snowmobiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shopping with lori while the boys ski some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;more importantly, a week off work!!! i need the break after this crazy busy month!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-8385391429403864848?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/8385391429403864848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=8385391429403864848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8385391429403864848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8385391429403864848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-annual-trip.html' title='our annual trip'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7983773929770562260</id><published>2012-01-24T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:48:37.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've been hacked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lance noticed last night that his xbox points were at zero when just a few days ago he had at least like 4000. he had gotten points from his birthday and christmas presents and has been saving them up. he knew that he hadn't downloaded anything or used the points. i tried to joke with him that i bought the new martha stewart game with all his points but he knew better so he called the xbox customer service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they did the usual security check to make sure they knew they were talking to who lance said he was. they asked for his name, address, phone number, and when they asked for his credit card number he said he'd have to find it (meaning he didn't want to go into the living room and get it). so the guy said "well i could ask you your secret question but it's in chinese characters" lance tells him that's impossible because he doesn't speak chinese. after he finally gets up to get his card number the guy agrees that lance is lance and takes a look at his account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he looks up the download history on lance's account and says there were 17 downloads on the same day of the same thing, which is suspicious, cause who would do that? there were a few more downloads here and there that lance didn't make. they said that while they were talking to lance the password to the account had been changed and lance didn't do it. it became pretty clear that someone hacked into his account and took all of his points. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were worried at first about his card number being stolen but luckily the xbox guy said he didn't see any downloads from the card number, just the points that were already available. we were left with two options. either start completely over and lose everything or they could investigate what happened, he could keep his screenname thing and we could get all the points back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we chose to have it investigated. bad news is, they have to lock his account for a month. that means no xbox playing for lance which sucks but it also means, no netflix for a month!! oh the horror!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we should have known something was weird when lance noticed 4 random new friends on his list and i played it off as being my new friends, georgina and tina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7983773929770562260?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7983773929770562260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7983773929770562260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7983773929770562260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7983773929770562260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2012/01/weve-been-hacked.html' title='we&apos;ve been hacked!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5075881349103204139</id><published>2012-01-21T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:33:35.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday phone dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so when i went on to &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;picnik&lt;/a&gt; to make up my last friday phone dump, a notice came up saying something about getting sold and going to google chrome. yada yada yada. anyways, the collage feature is no where to be found. so until i figure out where it went or another website that does one, i'm on hiatus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in other news, picnik's premium features are free until april 19!!! check it out!! love that site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this morning i woke up at 6 to go with my mother and sister in law to see the tea cup pig they are getting. she is so cute!!! she's got a cute little personality! and her eyes are blue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meet daisy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Dm0rDbYEJuA/Txs5In3f61I/AAAAAAAAAqo/qiDpFmQZVG4/s640/blogger-image--930793115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5075881349103204139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5075881349103204139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5075881349103204139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-phone-dump_21.html' title='friday phone dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Dm0rDbYEJuA/Txs5In3f61I/AAAAAAAAAqo/qiDpFmQZVG4/s72-c/blogger-image--930793115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-1381094887347898227</id><published>2012-01-18T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:30:33.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just call me pop-a-lock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a normal day i get home about 10 minutes before lance. yesterday this was the case. i was in my closet changing out of my work clothes when i hear a knock at the door so i run to get it, in my pajama pants and collared shirt ensemble. luckily and oddly it was only lance.&lt;br /&gt;first thing he says to me is how he has never made this mistake. then he holds up his set of bank keys and says that he grabbed the wrong keys and locked his car.&lt;br /&gt;we knew we had two options. call pop a lock or jimmy our way in. pop a lock would have been $100 bucks down the drain so we didn't want to go down that road. the problem with jimmying our way in was that we didn't have one single wire hanger in our house. not even thinking that the keys were locked in and a spare key does not exist, i began thinking up a plan to go make a copy at lowes. total blonde moment. while i changed, lance went around to some neighbors and finally found one that was home/willing to part with a few hangers.&lt;br /&gt;our goal was to get the curve of the hanger to grab the manual door lock thing to unlock it. the hardest part was getting the hanger into the car. we first tried the passenger side door but that seemed hopeless. then we pulled off the side mirror on the driver side (his mirror is being held on by duct tape) and we were able to get in through that way.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later i am able to finally push the door lock open to get in. before then i would be able to push it a tiny bit and then it would get to one point and swing back. talk about frustrating! also, i did all of this while having a bad case of hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;so if you ever get locked out of your car and want to save major bucks, give me a call! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1ayQyPXa6AA/TxbhaUBiTSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/AhrCoNlS_4E/s640/blogger-image--288410415.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1ayQyPXa6AA/TxbhaUBiTSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/AhrCoNlS_4E/s640/blogger-image--288410415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eBcGVOW_vhI/Txbha91q45I/AAAAAAAAAqg/de2jaDoHp_s/s640/blogger-image-657574002.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eBcGVOW_vhI/Txbha91q45I/AAAAAAAAAqg/de2jaDoHp_s/s640/blogger-image-657574002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1381094887347898227?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1381094887347898227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1381094887347898227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1381094887347898227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1381094887347898227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-call-me-pop-lock.html' title='just call me pop-a-lock'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1ayQyPXa6AA/TxbhaUBiTSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/AhrCoNlS_4E/s72-c/blogger-image--288410415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-716349223776066471</id><published>2012-01-12T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:31:33.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some co-workers of mine have decided to do a biggest loser competition starting tomorrow. i decided to join in. here are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deets&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- competition lasts 90 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- weigh in is every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- winner is person with the most percentage of weight loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- everyone puts $10 in and winner takes all. currently at $80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my "last supper" choice was chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a. tomorrow starts 3 months of salads, running up 7 flights of stairs, and hopefully pounds shed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RZaVSXxNAEM/Tw9ZlJfawrI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u0UzPPdZ96g/s640/blogger-image--637084786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RZaVSXxNAEM/Tw9ZlJfawrI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u0UzPPdZ96g/s640/blogger-image--637084786.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-716349223776066471?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/716349223776066471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=716349223776066471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/716349223776066471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/716349223776066471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2012/01/losers.html' title='losers'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RZaVSXxNAEM/Tw9ZlJfawrI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u0UzPPdZ96g/s72-c/blogger-image--637084786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3711463953668115586</id><published>2012-01-07T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:50:43.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guns and horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what did i do this weekend? oh, i just spent my day working on country roots. lance works with a girl who has land in quincy and also has some horses so we hung out there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we rode horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xZcOasA2nYY/Twj8aIsxuPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4t4mVIx2LMw/s640/blogger-image-591233541.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Dzcv9sBlbqI/Twj8VASIu6I/AAAAAAAAApU/hcRxFQUw8fs/s640/blogger-image-486187282.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tlaBzZ468w0/Twj8ZZVr5bI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CgcFilxtaWQ/s640/blogger-image-227023106.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2xMBKl8bY34/Twj8S-daLGI/AAAAAAAAApE/i5QV7zgbuWM/s640/blogger-image--1484589941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2xMBKl8bY34/Twj8S-daLGI/AAAAAAAAApE/i5QV7zgbuWM/s640/blogger-image--1484589941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my view while on the horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-__ru7NOLRoM/Twj8V33eB8I/AAAAAAAAApc/IWsCwdtjPEM/s640/blogger-image--1823882256.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyBlChqtBsU/TwkAlQw_ZVI/AAAAAAAAAqI/7bSlVGYQjSs/s400/horse.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695083843942311250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we shot skeet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4MPuWCQpKpA/Twj8USR-9mI/AAAAAAAAApM/WiRGqOufCas/s640/blogger-image-1667183087.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GYLEBOH7D_E/Twj8XhYRwII/AAAAAAAAApk/eLceWtdpPuk/s640/blogger-image-34113316.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lance hip fired while recreating the scene from the old black and white movie in home alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"keep the change you filthy animal" part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-82yjCMqbfnY/Twj8Sio7O0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/bzmq3f0kqbg/s640/blogger-image-1597988145.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;first, who has a trampoline these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and second, who had dueling trampolines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EIgRInlOXE4/Twj8Y-0Le6I/AAAAAAAAAps/tvIPAdboZTA/s640/blogger-image--1366331346.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;also, that piece of wood at the top of the picture is a see-saw. a very intense see-saw. like 7 or 8 feet off the ground see-saw.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3711463953668115586?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3711463953668115586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3711463953668115586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3711463953668115586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3711463953668115586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2012/01/guns-and-horses.html' title='guns and horses'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xZcOasA2nYY/Twj8aIsxuPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4t4mVIx2LMw/s72-c/blogger-image-591233541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7470162915530054348</id><published>2012-01-06T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:07:22.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone dump'/><title type='text'>friday phone dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AC7WTQGDze4/Twe2s6ZsRfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mOC0-mzVe4s/s1600/Picnik1%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AC7WTQGDze4/Twe2s6ZsRfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mOC0-mzVe4s/s400/Picnik1%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694721136540796402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNwvoUKgM4Q/Twe2sdvcePI/AAAAAAAAAoo/79W_KzWnOnI/s1600/Picnik2%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNwvoUKgM4Q/Twe2sdvcePI/AAAAAAAAAoo/79W_KzWnOnI/s400/Picnik2%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694721128847407346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PO3l6wgrxyg/Twe2sQsQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ksI6vL3978Q/s1600/Picnik4%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PO3l6wgrxyg/Twe2sQsQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ksI6vL3978Q/s400/Picnik4%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694721125344406258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. o decided to use a pillow for his nap, which required a photo shoot, which woke him up, which led to the "can you please leave me alone" look and cute puckered lip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. i have never seen a sleeping dog look so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. see number 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. o modeling my newest fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. 19 degrees in tallahassee. too freaking cold if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. my very first fire in my very first fire place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. i got caught creepin on random missionaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. finally a home for all my craft supplies in one location instead of weird spots around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. mumford, a shelter puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. no name, dog store puppy. (have i mentioned we're dog people and may or may not have spent our saturday dog hopping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. flat tire on said 19 degree morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. our new years eve. wine(guarana) and cheese (string). high class we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7470162915530054348?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7470162915530054348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7470162915530054348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7470162915530054348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7470162915530054348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-phone-dump.html' title='friday phone dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AC7WTQGDze4/Twe2s6ZsRfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mOC0-mzVe4s/s72-c/Picnik1%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6363199835265326746</id><published>2011-12-31T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:12:29.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012!? really?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first things first, is it two thousand twelve or twenty twelve to you? twenty twelve sounds weird to me. either way, how in the world is it 2012?! i swear it was just 2006. i think it's safe to say this past year was my best yet. we went to brazil, moved into a bigger house, celebrated our first wedding anniversary, and i became an aunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some things i look forward to in 2012:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) going out west for a week with lance and his parents to play in the snow and see my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) timeout for women! i love timeout for women weekend! it's such a great get away with the girls in my life who mean the most to me and to renew my outlook on life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) working on my sewing skills. i will conquer pockets and zippers this year. get ready for a tutorial on my latest creation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) fitting back into my pre-wedding jeans. so cliche but my new years resolution is to loose weight. it's been so sad to see my belt losing notches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) gaining a sister! shout out maggie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm so excited to start the new year tonight! not so ready for 9:00 church tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_-bkUbpCQs/Tv-WkgzJEEI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WddayK92ais/s400/new%2Byears-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692434008043491394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6363199835265326746?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6363199835265326746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6363199835265326746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6363199835265326746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6363199835265326746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-really.html' title='2012!? really?!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_-bkUbpCQs/Tv-WkgzJEEI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WddayK92ais/s72-c/new%2Byears-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-4305187797057751130</id><published>2011-12-30T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:53:24.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone dump'/><title type='text'>friday phone dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vla0nvbSX2M/Tv5a1W5SxzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/GZTPv6qk-Zs/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vla0nvbSX2M/Tv5a1W5SxzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/GZTPv6qk-Zs/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692086851768338226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. newest sewing project-front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. newest sewing project-back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. i'm positive this is the drink they serve in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. this yard was a little overkill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. rip piper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.sallyhansen.com/products/nails/nail-color/salon-effects-real-nail-polish-strips"&gt;argyle sally hansen salon effects&lt;/a&gt;. pretty neat but not worth the cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. droolin while he waits for a piece of human food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. how i felt this week at work when everyone i know is not at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. sleepin like a people. head on pillow and under covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. old fortune i found in the corners of my purse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. o's best modeling pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. sorry ladies, he taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-4305187797057751130?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/4305187797057751130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=4305187797057751130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4305187797057751130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4305187797057751130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-phone-dump_30.html' title='friday phone dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vla0nvbSX2M/Tv5a1W5SxzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/GZTPv6qk-Zs/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7143078897630397857</id><published>2011-12-27T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:45:49.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little lance and his feet moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you've spent a good amount of time with lance, you know he moves his feet around. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;he adds in little kicks here and there. especially in sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as i've known him, they've been called feet moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend the anderson family pulled out some home videos and found this little gem. it's a recording of a vhs tape so it's not a good quality shot. but gosh i hope our kids are this cute!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7143078897630397857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7143078897630397857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7143078897630397857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-lance-and-his-feet-moves.html' title='little lance and his feet moves'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2088564885183976714</id><published>2011-12-26T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T07:34:30.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 and still kickin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this year i turned 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still just a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was pretty much a normal day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i had to work until 1:30ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it was still a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cIJCN-K4K-o/TviOZsgEgBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BO57SUJpre0/s640/blogger-image--1243949101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cIJCN-K4K-o/TviOZsgEgBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BO57SUJpre0/s640/blogger-image--1243949101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lance and i cant keep surprises very well, he had already given my birthday present the week before so he got me something little for the actual day that was waiting on my dresser in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vIY4PeOoEmE/TviOYyxrMBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0orxjlO9_i8/s640/blogger-image--1305112344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vIY4PeOoEmE/TviOYyxrMBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0orxjlO9_i8/s640/blogger-image--1305112344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i got these beauties from my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hroTfF_cFzk/TviOaJJe6bI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tIfI9u62rsM/s640/blogger-image-2000032931.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lance and i had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.yourpie.com/"&gt;your pie&lt;/a&gt; which is a new place next to the ocala publix. it's a pretty neat little place. it's basically a subway but for pizza. you choose what you want on your pizza and they cook it! this is actually lance's pizza. i didn't even think to take a picture of mine. he had mozzarella slices instead of grated cheese so thats why it looks all patchy. we completely had the place to our selves. gotta love a college town when school is out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BRTjSmvk1BI/TviOZVHZiGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kZMFzfWu3_c/s640/blogger-image--1508363887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BRTjSmvk1BI/TviOZVHZiGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kZMFzfWu3_c/s640/blogger-image--1508363887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they had gelato and sherbet! we tried the butterfinger gelato and it was really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R-Xmh6Kmn08/TviOX-3fpPI/AAAAAAAAAks/7kKLi1MHBdg/s640/blogger-image-259471165.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;no birthday is complete without publix birthday cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UvnRvt1o8Po/TviOaRHJiWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/5yBezQBkuCs/s640/blogger-image--1300023318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UvnRvt1o8Po/TviOaRHJiWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/5yBezQBkuCs/s640/blogger-image--1300023318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or a birthday note from the cutest nephew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2088564885183976714?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2088564885183976714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2088564885183976714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2088564885183976714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2088564885183976714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/23.html' title='23 and still kickin'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cIJCN-K4K-o/TviOZsgEgBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BO57SUJpre0/s72-c/blogger-image--1243949101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6845819222409385975</id><published>2011-12-26T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:20:21.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;the hubs and i love christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;we love christmas music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;christmas decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;christmas traditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;we just think it's the best time of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;so here's a look at how we celebrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KKY48eLoa_Q/TviUdP719NI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-rZHbUB_pAc/s640/blogger-image--1542074771.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KKY48eLoa_Q/TviUdP719NI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-rZHbUB_pAc/s640/blogger-image--1542074771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;we went to our first ugly sweater party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;it was a blast. we chatted, ate and played games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;we had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;there's more about the party &lt;a href="http://megryanbriggs.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-sweater-party.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sincerelyfreya.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-christmas-sweaters-are-so-in-right.html"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Mll-nNf_2Uo/TviUd22tr4I/AAAAAAAAAls/lIoQQ_7bLvI/s640/blogger-image--1507206352.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Mll-nNf_2Uo/TviUd22tr4I/AAAAAAAAAls/lIoQQ_7bLvI/s640/blogger-image--1507206352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;santa came a few weeks early for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;we got a desktop computer, monitor, desk, chair and printer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;we now officially have a study room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;and the world's tightest printer. it can:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;1. print a picture straight from our phone onto 4x6 photo paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;2. print coloring pages, lined graph paper, print coupons from it's own app.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;3. works offline (no hooking up cords just to print something real quick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;number one is probably only the cool thing about it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;this year for lance's grandparents present i had no idea what we'd do. i wondered around hobby lobby for a good while until i thought about a craft i have been wanting to try and now was a good excuse. glass etching. easy peasy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://sincerelyfreya.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-christmas-sweaters-are-so-in-right.html" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BzWo3yjTpjw/TviUdSaViYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/siOz3aE9bv8/s640/blogger-image--29070042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;papa larry got a cookie jar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PKeC9oerols/TviUef_lkSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ypC56tJvQA0/s640/blogger-image-826403015.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PKeC9oerols/TviUef_lkSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ypC56tJvQA0/s640/blogger-image-826403015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;and a christmas block for grandma linda hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;deck the halls... get it? a pun on her last name. ha. i dont think she got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Hw8-z2ja0MU/TviUe_rUFyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/uXWsTgw2_qg/s640/blogger-image-340670048.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Hw8-z2ja0MU/TviUe_rUFyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/uXWsTgw2_qg/s640/blogger-image-340670048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;here is my favorite christmas present!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;my mom and dad both worked on this rag quilt for lance and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;it has pictures of us (and orion) on it and the color and pattern is just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here is our hypothetical christmas card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretend it came in the mail and is currently decorating your fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691001048025838050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ct0Dag2pLMM/Tvp_TQv0seI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7AlyVnfRmck/s400/chris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6845819222409385975?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6845819222409385975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6845819222409385975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6845819222409385975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6845819222409385975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KKY48eLoa_Q/TviUdP719NI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-rZHbUB_pAc/s72-c/blogger-image--1542074771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7422772299365272901</id><published>2011-12-16T15:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:12:27.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone dump'/><title type='text'>friday phone dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfXJmVvYRtE/TuvOEapGZJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8UEcKW11mI8/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfXJmVvYRtE/TuvOEapGZJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8UEcKW11mI8/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686865529751889042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. it's a party on my nails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. the yummiest thing about this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. my office's gingerbread house. santa's reindeer barn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. the winning gingerbread &lt;s&gt;house&lt;/s&gt; resort. but for real, it was impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. we have a door decorating contest at work every year. i was determined to win this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. orion just chillin. i've also never felt like my feet were so ginormous before i saw this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. my birthday present from lance! (we can never hold out until the actual day to give presents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. the infinity symbol and our wedding date. 08-06-2010. love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7422772299365272901?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7422772299365272901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7422772299365272901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7422772299365272901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7422772299365272901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-phone-dump_16.html' title='friday phone dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfXJmVvYRtE/TuvOEapGZJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8UEcKW11mI8/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6043803000456387784</id><published>2011-12-15T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:16:11.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>orion's couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q6V2S9ctpek/Tun-89MlSxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GPD1i24N2Q0/s640/blogger-image-391937474.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q6V2S9ctpek/Tun-89MlSxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GPD1i24N2Q0/s640/blogger-image-391937474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as soon as we brought the new couch home, orion was all about it. he has claimed the armrests as his. i don't blame him. they are quite luxurious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q6V2S9ctpek/Tun-89MlSxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GPD1i24N2Q0/s640/blogger-image-391937474.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hyH2eHoNegI/Tun-8qwJKpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/U7YddOiLTT0/s640/blogger-image-365491888.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hyH2eHoNegI/Tun-8qwJKpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/U7YddOiLTT0/s640/blogger-image-365491888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;and yes, we keep a blanket on the couch all the time. we are such dog people so keeping orion off the couch isn't even an option but orion has that dog instinct to scratch whatever before he lays down. he will not scratch my new couch. so, if you drop by unexpectedly be prepared to find the couch covered in blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6043803000456387784?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6043803000456387784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6043803000456387784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6043803000456387784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6043803000456387784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/orions-couch.html' title='orion&apos;s couch'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q6V2S9ctpek/Tun-89MlSxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GPD1i24N2Q0/s72-c/blogger-image-391937474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3176703053887545715</id><published>2011-12-10T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:23:57.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone dump'/><title type='text'>friday phone dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TcEgGTXDN4/TuO95EiXMQI/AAAAAAAAAkI/f7iJUcYWO0o/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TcEgGTXDN4/TuO95EiXMQI/AAAAAAAAAkI/f7iJUcYWO0o/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684595942839759106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. cookin' out and enjoying that good weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. he's too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. all set up for christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. this years first christmas project found &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/57772807689432559/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. introducing our new couch. oooh ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. 1/2 pound reese's cup. (only item purchased on black friday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. he's really good at making his neck disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. annual chili fundraiser at work. so glad thats done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3176703053887545715?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3176703053887545715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3176703053887545715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3176703053887545715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3176703053887545715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-phone-dump.html' title='friday phone dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TcEgGTXDN4/TuO95EiXMQI/AAAAAAAAAkI/f7iJUcYWO0o/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-374212040043592945</id><published>2011-11-30T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T13:42:20.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freezer paper obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;freezer paper &lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt; adorable new nephew&lt;strong&gt; =&lt;/strong&gt; endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't heard what wonders freezer paper can do, look &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/57772807689345619/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's easy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peasy&lt;/span&gt; and looks really good.&lt;br /&gt;at least i think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my nephew will be one cool little kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rN2z4ftxCCI/TtafT4GZa0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/8umiBzjDybs/s640/blogger-image--19798461.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rN2z4ftxCCI/TtafT4GZa0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/8umiBzjDybs/s640/blogger-image--19798461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NQFG69IPYdc/TtafVbk5UKI/AAAAAAAAAig/rjW2afNUm0E/s640/blogger-image--916653664.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-20rxVLYXySw/TtafWILiGsI/AAAAAAAAAio/mQ_uvlllq44/s640/blogger-image-1374638392.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-20rxVLYXySw/TtafWILiGsI/AAAAAAAAAio/mQ_uvlllq44/s640/blogger-image-1374638392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KI_cWebATyw/TtafXR2MfZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RI6OcRKaMEM/s640/blogger-image-148628652.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KI_cWebATyw/TtafXR2MfZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RI6OcRKaMEM/s640/blogger-image-148628652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-awvj7qFE_ww/TtafWtBCwKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QsQaro1HGsA/s640/blogger-image-354230792.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-awvj7qFE_ww/TtafWtBCwKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QsQaro1HGsA/s640/blogger-image-354230792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-48F6d51MONY/TtafW3K8MoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/OQXHhqe4PU0/s640/blogger-image-1478795389.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;this last one was the hardest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; done yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;it required a lot of patience and time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;that arrow on the bum was quite the task&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;but the end result was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NQFG69IPYdc/TtafVbk5UKI/AAAAAAAAAig/rjW2afNUm0E/s640/blogger-image--916653664.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NQFG69IPYdc/TtafVbk5UKI/AAAAAAAAAig/rjW2afNUm0E/s640/blogger-image--916653664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;wish i could see baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;robby&lt;/span&gt; in them in person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;idaho&lt;/span&gt; and our hopeful trip out west feels too far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-48F6d51MONY/TtafW3K8MoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/OQXHhqe4PU0/s640/blogger-image-1478795389.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-48F6d51MONY/TtafW3K8MoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/OQXHhqe4PU0/s640/blogger-image-1478795389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;p.s. aren't those lips just perfect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-374212040043592945?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/374212040043592945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=374212040043592945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/374212040043592945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/374212040043592945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/11/freezer-paper-obsessed.html' title='freezer paper obsessed'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rN2z4ftxCCI/TtafT4GZa0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/8umiBzjDybs/s72-c/blogger-image--19798461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5374490467040556330</id><published>2011-11-28T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:40:32.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day as lance and i were in the car leaving to go somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he stopped by the mailbox and pulled out the mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(we get so many different magazines from all the renters before us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that poor trevor is really missing about 15 sports illustrated magazines)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this magazine was laying on top:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNnzb1fesQM/TtQXuqk_gxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sSku4wMtmfY/s1600/dress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNnzb1fesQM/TtQXuqk_gxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sSku4wMtmfY/s400/dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680191120491905810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lance notices it's a clothes magazine and passes it to me while looking at it and says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"babe, that looks good. can you get that dress?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tell him it's a maternity dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he says "when your pregnant can you get that dress?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have hope that when i'm pregnant and fat, i'll still look good to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as long as i'm in that dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5374490467040556330?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5374490467040556330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5374490467040556330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5374490467040556330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5374490467040556330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/11/silly-hubs.html' title='silly hubs'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNnzb1fesQM/TtQXuqk_gxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sSku4wMtmfY/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5534826439608872555</id><published>2011-11-25T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:15:07.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday phone dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pdB75LwmbQ/TtAgHUcaXiI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rOFhou25PNs/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pdB75LwmbQ/TtAgHUcaXiI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rOFhou25PNs/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679074440233246242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. kickin it with hubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. counting the penny jar. 4754 to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. not a friday phone dump bump announcement but convincing huh? just two turkey dinners in there. no baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. soaking in the sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://ohsheglows.com/2010/12/28/back-on-track-wheat-berry-and-bean-salad/"&gt;wheat berry salad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. orion practicing puppy eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. post thanksgiving slumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5534826439608872555?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5534826439608872555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5534826439608872555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5534826439608872555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5534826439608872555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-phone-dump_25.html' title='friday phone dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pdB75LwmbQ/TtAgHUcaXiI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rOFhou25PNs/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-726150844652975658</id><published>2011-11-18T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:01:52.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone dump'/><title type='text'>friday phone dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPDx0nXRQ7c/TsakUtYNLnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Qg3ZQ7U3xG0/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676405056032550514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPDx0nXRQ7c/TsakUtYNLnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Qg3ZQ7U3xG0/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52HhiiYMy2Q/TsakQpRDihI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1TC9WhIPyDg/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the fair (i spy the cutest old couple!).&lt;br /&gt;2. weird motorcycle mask thingy.&lt;br /&gt;3. my boys snoozin.&lt;br /&gt;4. little nephew has a name! robert tyler II.&lt;br /&gt;5. jersey mikes for the first time. big kahuna is where it's at.&lt;br /&gt;6. freezer paper crafts is also where it's at. easiest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;7. anderson (the parents) satsuma season.&lt;br /&gt;8. cotton candy bubble yum bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-726150844652975658?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/726150844652975658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=726150844652975658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/726150844652975658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/726150844652975658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-phone-dump_18.html' title='friday phone dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPDx0nXRQ7c/TsakUtYNLnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Qg3ZQ7U3xG0/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2565200917632301784</id><published>2011-11-17T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T12:05:14.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things bothering me today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to a funeral yesterday for a high school friend who died in a car accident after leaving a party. he was a great guy who was nice to everyone. such a friendly guy. i kid you not when i say he was friendly. the day it happened my facebook newsfeed was nothing but messages about clay. that's not what bothers me. it was the pictures that his friends posted of them taking a shot or drinking a beer "in memory of him". seriously?! the kid died as a result of drinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's not the way i'd memorialize him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676052048877996082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5Fdx10nUCA/TsVjQ_QASDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uSk2-PE2bA4/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt;we have a penny war going on at work. the point is to collect as many pennies as you can and each penny is one point. you can put silver coins or bills in other jars and it takes away points from their total. bureau with the most points wins. as you can see we have quite a few dollars in our jar. what bothers me would be the people who stop to complain about how many dollars we have in the jar, haven't contributed with pennies or money in other jars. so they shouldn't have a say or be able to complain about what the jar looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have had plans every single night this week that keep me out of the house from 7:30 in the morning until 9:30 at night. i just want one night to be home relaxing with hubs. maybe next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my knee pit has been twitching for at least a solid hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scum bags who rob and steal from people. why do they think it's ok to take things from people that work hard for what they have? they are just lazy, no-gooders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe now that all of that is out, i can stop being annoyed. wishful thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2565200917632301784?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfaQ0K1GhN8/Tr1UHOubPcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Po1YWKgHbQI/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673783588745330114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this friday phone dump includes pictures of the cutest not-so-little (9 lbs 3 oz!) man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that made me an aunt for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;isn't he oh so adorable?!&lt;br /&gt;it also has pictures from camping&lt;br /&gt;and waking up in the middle of the night and finding the hubs with his face smashed in the bed. silly hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also, check out the new "deets about us" page. no, really, please do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it took almost 3 hours to get everything to cooperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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dump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfaQ0K1GhN8/Tr1UHOubPcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Po1YWKgHbQI/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3002640257155446904</id><published>2011-11-04T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:02:30.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone dump'/><title type='text'>Friday Phone Dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is a new thing i'm trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every friday you get to see the pictures i've taken during the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that i have a phone with an 8 mega pixel camera, why let it go to waste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Faj6_U31Yt8/TrRKoziB0OI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RKp28GhAdlI/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671239895654453474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Faj6_U31Yt8/TrRKoziB0OI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RKp28GhAdlI/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3002640257155446904?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Faj6_U31Yt8/TrRKoziB0OI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RKp28GhAdlI/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-1026824475511233669</id><published>2011-10-27T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:33:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloweenies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;our annual halloween festivities are pretty much over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all thats left is passing out candy. if we even have kids in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we carved pumpkins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M4hX0Msu2p8/TqlmW4OU4oI/AAAAAAAAAdc/FVHl35sPahk/s640/blogger-image--1113516446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mine is the one eating the little pumpkin and Lance's is the grim reaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for the trunk or treat we picked our costumes based on Orion's. he is our child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--LpI6UDshZE/TqlnKMTCNNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/pHaL52WqSmU/s640/blogger-image--742003908.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--LpI6UDshZE/TqlnKMTCNNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/pHaL52WqSmU/s640/blogger-image--742003908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we were cowboys. i was so surprised that Lance agreed to be something so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8SRqtJ78moI/TqlmZBq9XQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FpF3sFmN5eE/s640/blogger-image--1598897172.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8SRqtJ78moI/TqlmZBq9XQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FpF3sFmN5eE/s640/blogger-image--1598897172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our trunk was 'the anderson saloon" we had saloon doors, a campfire, our pumpkins were on display and lance even played his guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the idea was to have the kids push the saloon doors open to grab the candy but those posters were razor sharp. both lance and i got crazy deep papercuts. so the doors were non-operational and we held the bowl of candy outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AE2xWtQZTHM/TqlmXJMASuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YK7IHxDJhbk/s640/blogger-image-1437374678.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AE2xWtQZTHM/TqlmXJMASuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YK7IHxDJhbk/s640/blogger-image-1437374678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orion was such a good boy during the trunk or treat that he got a reward when we got home. he sure was happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XKV725UGOI4/TqlmYevzkqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vawb2elfWMU/s640/blogger-image--2031793667.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XKV725UGOI4/TqlmYevzkqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vawb2elfWMU/s640/blogger-image--2031793667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;i love this time of year and all of the holidays that are back to back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;not to mention the colder weather and the snuggles in bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8SRqtJ78moI/TqlmZBq9XQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FpF3sFmN5eE/s640/blogger-image--1598897172.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1026824475511233669?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1026824475511233669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1026824475511233669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1026824475511233669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1026824475511233669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloweenies.html' title='halloweenies'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M4hX0Msu2p8/TqlmW4OU4oI/AAAAAAAAAdc/FVHl35sPahk/s72-c/blogger-image--1113516446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-620626781759427148</id><published>2011-10-21T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:32:42.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyebrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw this picture a few weeks ago and thought it was &lt;s&gt;hilarious&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;scary&lt;/s&gt; different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eyebrows really do make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;a href="http://www.thesmallthingsblog.com/2011/10/eyebrows.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; i read posted this today and it reminded me of the experiment i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665931696130207954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IoN-21guyk/TqFu27V3sNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CWMREHe5mmg/s320/eyebrows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to see if i could change a picture and see if anyone could spot the weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665935484040111378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P32JFMoridI/TqFyTaZ95RI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/92JeSV7OAyQ/s320/engagement2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665931699227226210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBYcjBDQckQ/TqFu3G4QcGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7gPqGw3zWJc/s320/engagement2.jpg" /&gt; i dont look much different&lt;br /&gt;but lance does.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness he has eyebrows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who knew patches of hair on our face were so crucial?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-620626781759427148?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/620626781759427148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=620626781759427148' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/620626781759427148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/620626781759427148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/10/eyebrows.html' title='eyebrows'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IoN-21guyk/TqFu27V3sNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CWMREHe5mmg/s72-c/eyebrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2840628572714172152</id><published>2011-10-09T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:39:27.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vLqregfurw/TpJMUiTxTzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0nVk-DGLADA/s1600/97831297_anopFE91_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this saturday was quite the fulfilling day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at nine the comcast guy came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(dont get me started on comcast. i hate them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk about awful b.o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like so awful that the smell lingered for a good while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was able to get the usual chores done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laundry, dishes, vacuuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as well as a pinterest &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/301022132/"&gt;project&lt;/a&gt; i had seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRJovqrP3xw/TpI_Tl7RMSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/E-qqa3s0W5Q/s320/photo%2B1%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661657287388901666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i decided this needed to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't decided to splurge on real night stands yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when our water heater broke and started leaking the carpet people came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and multiple times i was embarrassed at what items could be seen inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i mod podged some scrapbook paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no more embarrassments :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i spray painted my kitchen table a little over a year ago and i did an awful job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was ashamed of it any time anyone ate off of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there were scrapes everywhere and the enamel was uneven and wearing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i repainted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;off white this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and brushing on enamel is better than spraying enamel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you live and you learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ta9kJmVY9gA/TpJHI0npn5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/wv91XmrIrEo/s320/photo1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661665898447609746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzEcMOU5Kc/TpI_hqoIb4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8Kb2x04gI3c/s1600/photo%2B1%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzEcMOU5Kc/TpI_hqoIb4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8Kb2x04gI3c/s320/photo%2B1%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661657529168981890" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom got me a sewing machine for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although my birthday isn't until december.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's on top of things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, i love maxi dresses but being real tall makes wearing maxi dresses slightly hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like i only like them on me if they touch the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;impossible to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not impossible to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i used this &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/301032101/"&gt;idea&lt;/a&gt; and made it longer and skipped the gathered look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and added ruffles to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not bad for my first sewing project without any help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXzR5H9ivFQ/TpI_TRRRqQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/jTwZq-3EclQ/s1600/photo%2B1%2B%25284%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-UXzR5H9ivFQ/TpI_TRRRqQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/jTwZq-3EclQ/s320/photo%2B1%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661657281844062466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think lance was impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzEcMOU5Kc/TpI_hqoIb4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8Kb2x04gI3c/s1600/photo%2B1%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7gR2wbM1UE/TpJKvwMweyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JJd-UVQi0GQ/s320/photo%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661669865810852642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my next sewing project is going to be &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/97831297/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; i think.&lt;/div&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/-1vLqregfurw/TpJMUiTxTzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0nVk-DGLADA/s320/97831297_anopFE91_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661671597248958258" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2840628572714172152?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2840628572714172152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2840628572714172152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2840628572714172152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2840628572714172152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-projects.html' title='weekend projects'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRJovqrP3xw/TpI_Tl7RMSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/E-qqa3s0W5Q/s72-c/photo%2B1%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6548767838961244806</id><published>2011-09-15T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:46:23.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting lost in Lost</title><content type='html'>we started watching lost on netflix and since then i have learned a few things about the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) thank goodness it's on netflix, cause some of those episodes end in cliff hangers and you just have to watch the next one to see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) those said cliff hanger episodes that we just can't wait to see what happens, never gets answered in the next episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) they don't answer a lot of the weird things that happen on the show until you've almost forgot what happened to make you question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) jack is a whiny baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) kate only wants what she can't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) trying to read &lt;a href="http://lostpedia.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;spoilers &lt;/a&gt;while you're only in season 4, only makes you &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; confused.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652608958663116594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IokOeI7hoGE/TnIZ5itORzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FJcARPbAVtQ/s320/convo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6548767838961244806?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6548767838961244806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6548767838961244806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6548767838961244806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6548767838961244806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-lost-in-lost.html' title='getting lost in Lost'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IokOeI7hoGE/TnIZ5itORzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FJcARPbAVtQ/s72-c/convo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6433097928471430729</id><published>2011-09-12T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:51:44.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a glimpse into my problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1e68axmQWZ0/Tm5wCUOgIfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tk3ukoI_gEE/s1600/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651577767488135666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1e68axmQWZ0/Tm5wCUOgIfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tk3ukoI_gEE/s320/clock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i used to only have one alarm set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then one turned to two alarms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then two turned into three alarms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now three sometimes turns in four alarms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do you get yourself out of bed without snoozing so many times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or is this how your morning looks too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6433097928471430729?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6433097928471430729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6433097928471430729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6433097928471430729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6433097928471430729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/09/glimpse-into-my-problem.html' title='a glimpse into my problem'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1e68axmQWZ0/Tm5wCUOgIfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tk3ukoI_gEE/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-1293115769523329059</id><published>2011-08-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:53:48.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, a to z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;because there is 30 minutes left on a friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have else nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A. age :: twenty two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. bed size :: queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. chore you hate :: folding laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. dogs :: orion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. essential start to your day :: a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. favorite colors :: grey and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. gold or silver :: silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. height :: five feet nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. instruments you play :: hot cross buns on the violin and piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. job title :: administrative assistant. aka slave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. kids :: one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. live :: tallyhassee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. maiden name :: ladle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. nicknames :: k-by family. babe- by hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. overnight hospital stays :: never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. pet peeve :: not saying thank you after being given a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. quote ::"choose your love, love your choice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. righty or lefty :: right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. siblings :: two older brubers, one older seester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. time you wake up :: 6:55 weekdays. 8:00 weekends. not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. university attended :: byui and tcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. vegetables you dislike: eggplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. what makes you run late :: my snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. x-rays you’ve had :: my left arm in 1st grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. yummy food :: anything i dont have to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. zoo animal favorite :: monkeys and otters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1293115769523329059?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1293115769523329059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1293115769523329059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1293115769523329059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1293115769523329059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-to-z.html' title='me, a to z'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7138425087124568349</id><published>2011-08-08T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:32:55.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one year down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our anniversary weekend in pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wedding cake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcjBbrOPE2I/TkCRRb4viyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wpfdPBUCFkc/s1600/photo%2B5%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcjBbrOPE2I/TkCRRb4viyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wpfdPBUCFkc/s320/photo%2B5%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666462197418786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;our topper was huge. 12x12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rX-Bjwc53ms/TkCRRDxWtrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0tIg9KzLWUo/s320/photo%2B2%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666455723980466" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kb9Ym8wDdA/TkCRRXDoXrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/x0nXwVtGcxc/s1600/photo%2B3%2B%25281%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kb9Ym8wDdA/TkCRRXDoXrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/x0nXwVtGcxc/s320/photo%2B3%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666460900908722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although it was still a little frozen, it tasted the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gifts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31lMMYS5NtY/TkCQ7Gk1GgI/AAAAAAAAAag/VV0lL7SC-pk/s320/photo%2B1%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666078519630338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful roses from hubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udwaliNuNPQ/TkCQ7bnzU1I/AAAAAAAAAao/hkcYOApc7dE/s320/photo%2B4%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666084169241426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0oe1GJE2YI/TkCQ7qtBpPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/npvSGWX_qvQ/s320/photo%2B5%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666088217683186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my gift to hubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trip to atlanta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yldBcdrN6hU/TkCRQ4-EUFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VGS4-Ba3snA/s320/photo%2B2%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666452824510546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;view from our hotel room on the 65th floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CO3b-67j4QM/TkCQ6o-ebxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/D-x_6W_hLtg/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CO3b-67j4QM/TkCQ6o-ebxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/D-x_6W_hLtg/s320/photo%2B3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666070574133010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;view at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7XpVpJGY08/TkCQQGMQLgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Wbm871zmYE4/s320/photo%2B5%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638665339682172418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the aquarium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmk2voLvCek/TkCQP76yn6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JUKgA1U5jW0/s320/photo%2B4%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638665336924577698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdI8nEOCJcQ/TkCQPmXG3WI/AAAAAAAAAZw/VBr_7CQnR64/s320/photo%2B2%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638665331137764706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tropical fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeeTTkWfnsQ/TkCQPcJcFlI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qsfs3avVS7M/s320/photo%2B1%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638665328396080722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Z8OQnEgW8/TkCQQTjmKHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/o61rhsTzlGg/s1600/photo%2B4%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Z8OQnEgW8/TkCQQTjmKHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/o61rhsTzlGg/s320/photo%2B4%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638665343269742706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cuddlin' otters. i want one so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;atlanta was fun and all... but never again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was hard to navigate the streets and it was dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7138425087124568349?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7138425087124568349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7138425087124568349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7138425087124568349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7138425087124568349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-year-down.html' title='one year down'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcjBbrOPE2I/TkCRRb4viyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wpfdPBUCFkc/s72-c/photo%2B5%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3352528977167344192</id><published>2011-08-05T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:27:44.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This time, last year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i woke up real early for a hair appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this place was right next to the temple but didn't open until 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had to be at the temple at 9:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i made the appointment, they said they could open early and get me out in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we get there at 8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no one is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally 8:30, the desk person shows up and calls the lady that was set up to do my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hair lady gets there at 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tells some lame story about not being told to come in early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5jZ8InX-qg/TjyB4qf0rAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/KU6j8OWfbj0/s320/morning.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637523644041440258" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had to ask her if she was almost done because i was going to be late to my WEDDING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kind of a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so she takes her time still and we walk out by 9:45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she didn't even do it how i wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not to mention her pregnant belly was bumping me the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, we get to the temple and find out the bride before us was an hour late so they are running behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMAyPWgvZ8g/TjyB2-Dx67I/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZJNCuTWYEiE/s320/not%2Bhappy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637523614932790194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we walk in single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSOEEuIdP24/TjyEOew2-jI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Wg-DDTZKKy8/s320/IMG_6062.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637526217872046642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we walk out sealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwIjIkV0Qoo/TjyEO9qQ_iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9NPdHoi5ugo/s320/IMG_6209.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637526226165890594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not to mention in a beautiful dress that i could not breath in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but that is probably what made it beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7ijDipCewM/TjyEPPWJZwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q3Bnnq7bRHo/s320/IMG_6333.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637526230913345282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we loved everyone in our wedding party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oXVtXYca4s/TjyEPvljiGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IUgwdCwisio/s320/IMG_6467.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637526239567906914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day started out rocky but by the time we walked into the temple all that mattered was that we walked out promising each other forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i kept on thinking of when we were dating that all i wanted was this moment and finally it was mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was finally mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSxLdpSBuv8/TjyEeJlDjSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UrO0xyEF92o/s320/IMG_6745.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637526487063301410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here we are one year later. i cant believe how quick the past year has flown by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one down, many more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you lance anderson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3352528977167344192?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3352528977167344192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3352528977167344192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3352528977167344192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3352528977167344192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-time-last-year.html' title='This time, last year'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5jZ8InX-qg/TjyB4qf0rAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/KU6j8OWfbj0/s72-c/morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6506296586075243216</id><published>2011-08-02T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:29:00.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shot through the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hubs and i sometimes leave love notes on the front door from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's fun to find one stuck up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what's more fun is finding a hidden one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my way to work, i always put on my eyeliner and powder in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i put my purse in my lap to dig these items out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i grab the empty water bottle that i assume was left in there from the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636242072136778818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrZ5GeFn_Ic/Tjf0TXHTBEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8lFHsczDzew/s320/photo%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i put that on the passenger side seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finished my make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;picked up the water bottle to throw it in the recycling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{i am the un-greenest person you'll know, so be proud i was going to recycle}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats when i notice a piece of paper rolled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ02FiJuZZI/Tjf0Ta53DAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/m7JZayUdqjE/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636242073154161666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ02FiJuZZI/Tjf0Ta53DAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/m7JZayUdqjE/s320/photo%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how romantic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636242066029350770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz7Ja31db7U/Tjf0TAXLD3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NQKb1EKKu2o/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you see, we recently got into lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and when we get into a show we try to reference it whenever we can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's hard to explain but for example, we'll use the term "the others" a bit much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in the last few episodes they started making a message in a bottle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hence, the message in a bottle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it had lots of mushy gushy stuff in there too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i love him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4 days until we're over the year mark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;where did the time go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIePok2o6gU/Tjf0TiQB7eI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5SW1xKVKax4/s1600/photo%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636242075126197730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIePok2o6gU/Tjf0TiQB7eI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5SW1xKVKax4/s320/photo%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIePok2o6gU/Tjf0TiQB7eI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5SW1xKVKax4/s1600/photo%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the back of note.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'd say that's an impressive heart for a boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6506296586075243216?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6506296586075243216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6506296586075243216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6506296586075243216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6506296586075243216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/08/shot-through-heart.html' title='shot through the heart'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrZ5GeFn_Ic/Tjf0TXHTBEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8lFHsczDzew/s72-c/photo%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5091018346188823302</id><published>2011-07-24T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:08:03.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANual labor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the no doggie door thing in the new house was not cool with orion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and surprisingly they don't keep doors pre-installed with the doggie door on hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we decided to take on the task of installing a kit our self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we started we assumed the door was wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a bit more difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's how it went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnBnYBnkTjw/TizG2esw14I/AAAAAAAAAXA/I_cs5lTn6vE/s320/DSCN0920.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633095873189697410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IjccpiUqBlI/TizG2m1iO3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/puGNdgsuD5k/s320/DSCN0922.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633095875373972338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX1CblUJVl0/TizG28lpTiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/axzGa-3VjWA/s320/DSCN0924.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633095881212907042" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ8ovy3BItg/TizHO8Fvy6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Yz-TsaXhtD8/s320/DSCN0926.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633096293395975074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;using this tool, caused a lot of sparks and scared me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted hubs to keep his fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2olqFAqcvQ/TizHPEcZB8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/khhcoYZFhAo/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633096295638435778" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5h0qIzJttZQ/TizHPdREKQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KzU-e_PcuNs/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633096302301817090" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbwx5o6RGdk/TizHPmb5gKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GhAQcu8q2no/s320/DSCN0930.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633096304763175074" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKs9lDO0kf0/TizHgkAGtGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iH3clFXK7e0/s320/DSCN0932.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633096596167504994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PVQUX0lOQ4Q/TizHg9E2X-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/P8IPKxaC7NQ/s320/DSCN0933.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633096602898292706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i put up a screen "door" while lance did the hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueMnHNhiX-Y/TizHhF-V92I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3j0VNI3hPeg/s320/bath.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633096605286922082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love a man who works hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and takes baths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually a man taking a bath is a silly thought for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5091018346188823302?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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for an hour than stand for 20 minutes. know that excuse people say after being offered a seat? "oh i've been sitting all day, i'll just stand" will never come out of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; every time i am on an elevator i worry that it'll fall to the bottom and so i wont stand with my knees locked in case i need to brace for impact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) &lt;/strong&gt;orion's paws smell like fritos and i probably give them a smell once a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; i could eat a whole bag of fritos with no problem. or regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; i can develop a very impressive food baby. we're talking like 5 months along impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) &lt;/strong&gt;when i was little i caught a tiny snake and kept it a few days until it bit me than i decided it was time to let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) &lt;/strong&gt;i can't pronounce the word statistics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10)&lt;/strong&gt; i was once in a local commercial with my best friend from high school. did i mention that the store was only open for a few months? hopefully my acting skills, or lack of acting skills, had nothing to do with that. i was told by a few people that my commercial debuted before SNL. prime time television right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ce5ca40a402602a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce5ca40a402602a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331234893%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D48F6D96DF7E319D27CEED1495768AA310B78EE.439F600B4C52826ED52341CECFEB4FBA4693F1AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce5ca40a402602a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQTAtFn5AmRlI8rIAgDJ5stCSCIY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce5ca40a402602a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331234893%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D48F6D96DF7E319D27CEED1495768AA310B78EE.439F600B4C52826ED52341CECFEB4FBA4693F1AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce5ca40a402602a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQTAtFn5AmRlI8rIAgDJ5stCSCIY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1272146426383132491?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1272146426383132491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1272146426383132491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1272146426383132491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1272146426383132491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-more-facts-about-me.html' title='10  more facts about me'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7726570499436162594</id><published>2011-07-11T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:32:14.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you dont always get whatcha wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we've all seen this picture floatin' around pinterest a time or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chevron is so hot right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the idea looked so easy in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get a canvas, use a little tape, spray paint that baby and you're good to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxJNP9r2lww/ThusU-E-vQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9coGVMZIGeY/s1600/chevron3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxJNP9r2lww/ThusU-E-vQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9coGVMZIGeY/s320/chevron3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628281635590814978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's my attempt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um yeah, maybe it's not so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(unless you're freya, whom i'm sure would have mastered this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83tNlzv2af8/ThusUsOhX3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/AzX1KGSORKo/s1600/chevron.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83tNlzv2af8/ThusUsOhX3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/AzX1KGSORKo/s320/chevron.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628281630798995314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm open to all suggestions of how to fix this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i'll just shove it in a closet and act like it never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now i think i'm going to give this a go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean, where can you go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhFRGe4lMlc/ThutycMr0XI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4tJPKkok06Y/s320/52105004_mkHgX6zh_c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628283241404027250" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1a9S8odJaQ/ThuvxGZJxBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/peJDJOAstZQ/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628285417394127890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would really like to have this above our bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i haven't been able to find an "&amp;amp;" anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not michael's and not hobby lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you're out and about and happen see one, hit me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7726570499436162594?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7726570499436162594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7726570499436162594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7726570499436162594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7726570499436162594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-dont-always-get-whatcha-wanted.html' title='you dont always get whatcha wanted...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxJNP9r2lww/ThusU-E-vQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9coGVMZIGeY/s72-c/chevron3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5002807458427782862</id><published>2011-07-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:05:42.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HOUSE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to give a tour of the new house through pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I plan on doing a lot of projects so I'll update as they get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsjURa_Bbwg/ThEZXcE6EfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6OyaDXu9VhQ/s320/DSCN0900.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625305300026921458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The living room from the dining room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vl7H3l5CtFg/ThEZX5cV7rI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mnD1fB5xkd4/s320/DSCN0901.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625305307909844658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The living room from the hallway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zEMlWbIXLcs/ThEZY0ZX6rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DpJYaNybwJ8/s1600/DSCN0902.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zEMlWbIXLcs/ThEZY0ZX6rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DpJYaNybwJ8/s320/DSCN0902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625305323735083698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen and dining room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySVU2_2rXBQ/ThEZYd_P0cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SLPf4guvfxQ/s1600/DSCN0905.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySVU2_2rXBQ/ThEZYd_P0cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SLPf4guvfxQ/s320/DSCN0905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625305317719921090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hallway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vad3U157K0/ThEZXN_NuDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nkE3CLwwYM8/s1600/DSCN0899.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vad3U157K0/ThEZXN_NuDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nkE3CLwwYM8/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625305296244946994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dining room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tyb5VsvP4J4/ThEXc82puzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2N-7HKvIAN0/s320/DSCN0903.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625303195701590834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kitchen. I have a pantry!! And &lt;s&gt;too many&lt;/s&gt; a lot of cabinets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_RuK7vD9es/ThEXdVPjn_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/WD0YjlYqg4E/s320/DSCN0904.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625303202248499186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't judge our food selection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pznUMGdz5NU/ThEXdv5KpPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VeyHUXjgN0c/s320/DSCN0906.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625303209402344690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guest room/Orion's room/craft room/guitar room. A work in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w70m2tck7GE/ThEXd1ckz2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZbCNq9J9uyE/s320/DSCN0907.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625303210893037410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guest bathroom. Lance may or may not be in the tub holding the curtain up for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AbkkYRMJco/ThEcuhwUqaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fX09fUi9oUc/s320/DSCN0918.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625308995223071138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Master bedroom from the door way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTvRdjMns_s/ThEcu4uj-SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kfqZ30tugTY/s1600/DSCN0919.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTvRdjMns_s/ThEcu4uj-SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kfqZ30tugTY/s320/DSCN0919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625309001389701410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the other corner of the room. Lance wanted to be a model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTvRdjMns_s/ThEcu4uj-SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kfqZ30tugTY/s1600/DSCN0919.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoTzXUbrGvg/ThEV2DUHAsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oRqWvZN1u1o/s1600/DSCN0912.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoTzXUbrGvg/ThEV2DUHAsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oRqWvZN1u1o/s320/DSCN0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625301427909231298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk in closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgqreCOyYm0/ThEV1smEdCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDaNNwfQ5Sw/s1600/DSCN0917.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgqreCOyYm0/ThEV1smEdCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDaNNwfQ5Sw/s320/DSCN0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625301421810545698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have too much room now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajvh075SRHQ/ThEV029mCeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1fZ7bP4m7O4/s1600/DSCN0915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajvh075SRHQ/ThEV029mCeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1fZ7bP4m7O4/s320/DSCN0915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625301407413701090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Master Bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tB2h4xUr37U/ThEV0s2Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/8qtgyTo5W60/s1600/DSCN0910.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tB2h4xUr37U/ThEV0s2Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/8qtgyTo5W60/s320/DSCN0910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625301404697652210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The patio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haVTMZgpnpU/ThEV0cQHdRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SnyZ8-0nKog/s1600/DSCN0911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haVTMZgpnpU/ThEV0cQHdRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SnyZ8-0nKog/s320/DSCN0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625301400243631378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The house from the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring on the "welcome to the hood" cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5002807458427782862?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5002807458427782862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5002807458427782862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5002807458427782862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5002807458427782862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-house.html' title='NEW HOUSE!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsjURa_Bbwg/ThEZXcE6EfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6OyaDXu9VhQ/s72-c/DSCN0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7625289156191382855</id><published>2011-06-10T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:54:52.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the new proud owners of a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two bedroom duplex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, not owners but renters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're moving up in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so excited to have a &lt;s&gt;craft room&lt;/s&gt; office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the current place we're in fits our needs but the ceiling had a leak back in march.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we emailed pictures and told the landlord(who lives in ft. lauderdale) how bad it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well the leak stopped and so he stopped caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wednesday night it started up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i email and again he takes it lightly and says a roofer will call me sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i told him the roof is stained, bubbling and starting to sag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he basically says oh well because it's not his bed thats getting dripped on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hubs wanted to extend the lease 6 more months, i wanted an extra room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luckily the leak beginning again and was enough to convince him that we needed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so with a month till our lease was up we needed to find a place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;craigslist was searched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cute duplex and found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an email was sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that night we checked it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we adored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we drove around the block talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we turned around and signed the lease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything about it is perfect and has everything we were looking for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;two bedroom/two bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;the location- still in first ward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;two bedrooms on the same story(surprisingly hard to find)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;a fenced backyard for pup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;allows pup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;available first thing july&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a few extra bonus's:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a walk in closet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his and her sinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pantry in the kitchen (no more cupboard use for food instead of dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a large backyard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fireplace(a bonus to lance, who uses a fireplace in florida?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a local landlord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;did i mention a walk in closet?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can not wait to get in and decorate this place and stay for more than a year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good bye gross stained/leaking ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VedNZyuBAvU/TfJV1joGqKI/AAAAAAAAARc/vJzganHMFxc/s1600/DSCN0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616646063869307042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VedNZyuBAvU/TfJV1joGqKI/AAAAAAAAARc/vJzganHMFxc/s320/DSCN0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello cute little yellow love shack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1q6G3wW36AI/TfJV13aS5RI/AAAAAAAAARk/oiodswdyobc/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616646069180097810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1q6G3wW36AI/TfJV13aS5RI/AAAAAAAAARk/oiodswdyobc/s320/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7625289156191382855?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7625289156191382855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7625289156191382855' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7625289156191382855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7625289156191382855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-new-proud-owners-of.html' title='we are the new proud owners of a....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VedNZyuBAvU/TfJV1joGqKI/AAAAAAAAARc/vJzganHMFxc/s72-c/DSCN0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7407841530834993644</id><published>2011-06-04T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:08:48.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so...thoughtful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lance hates to get his hands dirty or sticky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he eats a burger or pizza, he does so with a knife and fork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving me to look like the mannerless pig in a restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I asked Lance to rub some lotion on my pre-peeling itchy back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He squirts the lotion on and says one second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He leaves the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and come back with a spatula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He then proceeds to rub in the lotion with the spatula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So innovative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7407841530834993644?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7407841530834993644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7407841530834993644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7407841530834993644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7407841530834993644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/06/sothoughtful.html' title='so...thoughtful'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-8533654278795887312</id><published>2011-06-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:15:17.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just around the river bend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lance and I took the canoe out to the Wakulla River on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We basically mozied on down the river waving to all the old people out there fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want that to be my life in 40 or 50 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lance couldn't resist a good opportunity to mess with the gators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check his facebook out for those videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing like annoying 5 feet man eating beasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjfankJmtq4/TeekZMPpEpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5sqPdbOlEY8/s1600/manate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613636213231129234" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjfankJmtq4/TeekZMPpEpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5sqPdbOlEY8/s320/manate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found a manatee with a tracking device attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZlHUw2I0Y4/TeekLkSNmII/AAAAAAAAARA/gDhUiR8-LzQ/s1600/mecanoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613635979166193794" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZlHUw2I0Y4/TeekLkSNmII/AAAAAAAAARA/gDhUiR8-LzQ/s320/mecanoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me taking it easy on the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89pRAt1D52Q/TeekLhjbziI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aZ45_iRru3c/s1600/lance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613635978433121826" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89pRAt1D52Q/TeekLhjbziI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aZ45_iRru3c/s320/lance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance, well.. being Lance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aruDlDx6Ic/TeekKy33ElI/AAAAAAAAAQo/whXCydtJgYk/s1600/meagator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613635965902328402" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aruDlDx6Ic/TeekKy33ElI/AAAAAAAAAQo/whXCydtJgYk/s320/meagator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first gator we happened upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg6sa0EWk44/TeekLLAGMWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_04Fwn6wjGg/s1600/gator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613635972379324770" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg6sa0EWk44/TeekLLAGMWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_04Fwn6wjGg/s320/gator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9Z_9ekMzoM/TeekKuaQzoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/swNSQjCQiHI/s1600/mepaddle.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613635964704444034" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9Z_9ekMzoM/TeekKuaQzoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/swNSQjCQiHI/s320/mepaddle.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is deceiving. We had a motor on the canoe so we didn't have to paddle. Just for show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrWmR3EwfDc/TeekZGiwFRI/AAAAAAAAARI/hvPk7Lc2q9I/s1600/sunburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613636211700667666" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrWmR3EwfDc/TeekZGiwFRI/AAAAAAAAARI/hvPk7Lc2q9I/s320/sunburn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end result... not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-8533654278795887312?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/8533654278795887312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=8533654278795887312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8533654278795887312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8533654278795887312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-around-river-bend.html' title='Just around the river bend...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjfankJmtq4/TeekZMPpEpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5sqPdbOlEY8/s72-c/manate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3087499090202334200</id><published>2011-05-17T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T06:49:33.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lance=white me=green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cza37J8h5iI/TdJ8BY0q_PI/AAAAAAAAAQY/W_Z-VxKL04c/s1600/photo.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607680849314774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cza37J8h5iI/TdJ8BY0q_PI/AAAAAAAAAQY/W_Z-VxKL04c/s400/photo.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't decide if he's sleep texting or just being silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for real, we slept with the window open so it was a chilly 70 degrees this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine how cold his wet doggy nose could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3087499090202334200?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3087499090202334200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3087499090202334200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3087499090202334200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3087499090202334200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/05/textual-healing_17.html' title='Textual Healing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cza37J8h5iI/TdJ8BY0q_PI/AAAAAAAAAQY/W_Z-VxKL04c/s72-c/photo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3217814112401106651</id><published>2011-05-11T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:36:54.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've awaken a monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lori let me borrow her Nikon D90 for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I want one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That thing can make any picture look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for Christmas I gave my parents a coupon to get a picture printed on a canvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since my family wont get together before the coupon expires, we decided they should do a picture of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They wanted to pay someone to take a few shots but I convinced them to let me try first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they turned out great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;picnik&lt;/a&gt; does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605445572246480050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1svE934a6BQ/TcqLDI2JpLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ziTufUGYEHI/s400/final%2B072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605445566774783202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7xA7cTTdEc/TcqLC0dmLOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rWAccE2KCXc/s400/final%2B067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And while I was at my parents house with the fancy camera, I had Cassidy come over with baby Logan and try baby pictures. Surprisingly, babies are hard to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605446370971437314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNV5zjHpo6k/TcqLxoVBSQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W05tEKyoPAc/s400/DSC_1446-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605446376983256194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-knbEJnZm4/TcqLx-uWXII/AAAAAAAAAQI/m2r2U2l4WCg/s400/DSC_1448-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605445577388616642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hs__Xf6hA6A/TcqLDcAIa8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/bS4rhAwzubw/s400/DSC_1412-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605445577395530578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--U3naKKSDi8/TcqLDcBx61I/AAAAAAAAAPo/3ZeAJDXbrXI/s400/DSC_1418-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605451152008206562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvpdhVEWllY/TcqQH7FA2OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/45TFAq6YbeY/s400/DSC_1426-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605446367666304882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ8aNlLEY-0/TcqLxcBA93I/AAAAAAAAAP4/_zr9yD5L45o/s400/DSC_1429-.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone PLEASE help me, why do I get all kinds of extra lines whenever I publish a post? They aren't there when I type it all out. Talk about frustrating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3217814112401106651?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3217814112401106651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3217814112401106651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3217814112401106651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3217814112401106651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-awaken-monster.html' title='I&apos;ve awaken a monster'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1svE934a6BQ/TcqLDI2JpLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ziTufUGYEHI/s72-c/final%2B072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5101912679720313084</id><published>2011-05-05T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:43:44.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have noticed that most bloggies have their own flair.&lt;br /&gt;(I hope I used that word in the right sense)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://tandsdaybook.blogspot.com/2011/03/awkward-and-awesome-thursday_31.html"&gt;daybook&lt;/a&gt; has awkward and awesome thursdays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-love-lauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/lovebook.html"&gt;Peace love lauren&lt;/a&gt; has her link up lovebook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blimestimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/mail-call.html"&gt;Marquesas&lt;/a&gt; has mail calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had an idea. Lance is a funny guy. Even the funniest guy I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we text. So sometimes I get funny texts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My flair will be the funny(to me at least) texts that Lance sends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's textual healing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background- I was at Lindy's house putting together baby shower invites when Lance decides he's lonely at home and acts like he "accidently" mistexted a text to me that was "meant" for his friend to get me home quicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603224674826329154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adGOAvOkN94/TcKnJ5O6HEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/roX0Cnb-8Gc/s400/text" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... is this a go? What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5101912679720313084?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5101912679720313084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5101912679720313084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5101912679720313084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5101912679720313084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/05/textual-healing.html' title='Textual Healing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adGOAvOkN94/TcKnJ5O6HEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/roX0Cnb-8Gc/s72-c/text' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-1299086388649741548</id><published>2011-05-05T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:09:51.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never allowed myself to buy food coloring for my own household because I knew I'd use it too often.&lt;br /&gt;With Easter behind us, I was still in the object dying mood.&lt;/div&gt;I got some flowers from work for Secretary's Day that included some white daisys in the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew what I was going to do as soon as I saw the white daisys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember this from your elementary science fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603216940430731954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp2h0CadOLE/TcKgHsXTKrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0TTy-ctUyKY/s400/flowerdye" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One glass had purple in it and the other green.&lt;br /&gt;Interstingly, the purple turned the flower more blue than purple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like to think I'll be a cool, fun mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1299086388649741548?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1299086388649741548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1299086388649741548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1299086388649741548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1299086388649741548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/05/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp2h0CadOLE/TcKgHsXTKrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0TTy-ctUyKY/s72-c/flowerdye' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3371099140023538648</id><published>2011-05-03T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:40:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lance=white, me=green.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jvhS07YfPM/TcA7Xr8ovtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lczgylMJhoM/s1600/photo.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602543214568980178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jvhS07YfPM/TcA7Xr8ovtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lczgylMJhoM/s400/photo.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor husband. He's so good to me. He wears what I want him to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nice to know he'll draw the line some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's time that blogger gets an app. That would be lovely and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I make that happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3371099140023538648?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3371099140023538648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3371099140023538648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3371099140023538648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3371099140023538648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-curious.html' title='Just Curious'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jvhS07YfPM/TcA7Xr8ovtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lczgylMJhoM/s72-c/photo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2758305712354975297</id><published>2011-05-02T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T07:11:46.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Swapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's only been 9 months, but I had good reasons behind the trade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602112181896901554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1pqVyMC76E/Tb6zWSHac7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lbbpzklHXjc/s400/old%2Bring%2Bside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how the diamonds are exposed on the side? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well they can get knocked loose easy cause nothings really holding them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602112186136860866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOE5FyUHX8Y/Tb6zWh6TGMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rcqlzkPewUw/s400/old%2Bring.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;See how the wedding band looked like extra bling instead of a separate band?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a defined wedding band.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's the new one. Same halo style, different antique-y design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602112195321101410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmwbvzcHw9o/Tb6zXEH_fGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pDe6sYxOUsw/s400/ring%2Bside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See how the diamonds are all cozy and snug in their beautiful pave setting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jl9JcXHSjYQ/Tb6zWkjEOwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PPEPnJ9yiMM/s1600/new+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602112186844723970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jl9JcXHSjYQ/Tb6zWkjEOwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PPEPnJ9yiMM/s400/new%2Bring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how the wedding band is more prominent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It had to be sent out for resizing and to be soldered. May 9th can't come quick enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Blogger puts weird spaces in my posts when I publish so excuse me if you have to scroll for 3 minutes just to get to the next line. I'm working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2758305712354975297?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2758305712354975297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2758305712354975297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2758305712354975297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2758305712354975297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/05/ring-swapping.html' title='Ring Swapping'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1pqVyMC76E/Tb6zWSHac7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lbbpzklHXjc/s72-c/old%2Bring%2Bside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7356393173942462641</id><published>2011-04-27T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:21:15.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easters Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that line in Nacho Libre about Easters, and ever since then, Easter has never been pronounced the same in my household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited for my first Easter with Lance.&lt;br /&gt;I though up the plan of surprising him with a tight Easter basket Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store Thursday and bought all the goods and by the time I came home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't wait until Sunday to show it to him. So I told him to wait in the bedroom and I'd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring it to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I put it all together, I made him act like he was waking up on Sunday morning and was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;The Easter bunny knew exactly what earrings I had been eyeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600292525296622242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXYpvJ5-S_4/Tbg8YVCUmqI/AAAAAAAAANI/NjNv2QlwfrQ/s400/Basket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a little girl, I used to love Easter cause I knew that meant I would get a pretty new dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why should that stop now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially now that I have a husband to match with?!&lt;br /&gt;So I went out and got us a matching outfit! Can't wait till we have kids to make the matching even more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have seen tutorials all over the internet for the fabric flowers and decided to make one for my dress. It was so easy and was done in like 8 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600293274031252834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vokhHDkOZ6E/Tbg9D6SkZWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XXDkzcvHbgw/s400/Card.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600293279899298706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckYeaoa8egI/Tbg9EQJnq5I/AAAAAAAAANY/HKOoPXaxemg/s400/flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the wards primary Easter egg hunt and watched the poor little kids try to find the eggs that bigger kids threw into the ivy brush that was at least calf high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very funny to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I boiled about 25 eggs as I volunteered to bring deviled eggs to each of our families Easter meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so happy Lance agreed to dye eggs with me.&lt;br /&gt;I worried he wouldn't be into it, but turns out he's was better/more creative than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he has been racking his brain with ideas for months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsERchNOpEY/Tbg-rxEBT_I/AAAAAAAAANw/KOT1hkPZcdI/s1600/eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600295058260709362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsERchNOpEY/Tbg-rxEBT_I/AAAAAAAAANw/KOT1hkPZcdI/s400/eggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600295067174730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0NN7WGzRlM/Tbg-sSRSevI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zQ_zo20KqWQ/s400/sticker%2Begg.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We used many tools as you can see&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600295045017549442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6-b61COVps/Tbg-q_umuoI/AAAAAAAAANg/rPoxBi4arEQ/s400/Lance%2Beggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn0EnrdOssc/Tbg-rY8FtKI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-lpV51V58Q/s1600/lance+pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600295051784991906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn0EnrdOssc/Tbg-rY8FtKI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-lpV51V58Q/s400/lance%2Bpose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Note the thick manly beard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend from high school had her baby Friday so we went to visit her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8yk91k0sgc/Tbg_KsLVcnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Bl9xEA2eJUE/s1600/photo+1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600295589525156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8yk91k0sgc/Tbg_KsLVcnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Bl9xEA2eJUE/s400/photo%2B1.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan was such a little cutie with lots of reddish hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of him in the &lt;a href="http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-week-of-my-life.html"&gt;whale onsie &lt;/a&gt;I had made for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_NPL8sru7M/Tbg_K7EAULI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rSNl9Z22sWU/s1600/photo+5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600295593520943282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_NPL8sru7M/Tbg_K7EAULI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rSNl9Z22sWU/s400/photo%2B5.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to church in our cute matchy outfits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I battled 10 sugar loaded 6 and 7 year olds in primary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate two huge Easter meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came home and crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600296031741756898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGzusvd-4c8/Tbg_kbj_ReI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0ntpD9dDpC0/s400/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt; *Note a fresh shaved face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has only happened three times since we've been together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through out that whole week I always had the Savior on my mind and the sacrifice He made. When it came to Sunday my heart was full and I could feel the spirit so strong telling me how much He loved me. I am so grateful for this time of year to reflect upon the life of the Savior and the impact He has in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7356393173942462641?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7356393173942462641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7356393173942462641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7356393173942462641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7356393173942462641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/04/easters-weekend.html' title='Easters Weekend'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXYpvJ5-S_4/Tbg8YVCUmqI/AAAAAAAAANI/NjNv2QlwfrQ/s72-c/Basket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5247886306606644397</id><published>2011-04-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:50:32.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Paint Chip Easter Garland</title><content type='html'>I love to make crafts but no one ever comes to my house so they would never be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I came across this cute idea and thought you bloggies might like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so cute and would be so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.modernparentsmessykids.com/2011/03/diy-paint-chip-easter-garland.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if this picture intrigues you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597755417067234562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHTP7QVpfq8/Ta845MXPpQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lgZ_HbrxX-w/s400/eastergarlandfp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5247886306606644397?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5247886306606644397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5247886306606644397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5247886306606644397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5247886306606644397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/04/diy-paint-chip-easter-garland.html' title='DIY Paint Chip Easter Garland'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHTP7QVpfq8/Ta845MXPpQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lgZ_HbrxX-w/s72-c/eastergarlandfp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2856973380902256583</id><published>2011-04-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:02:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! I need advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if it's weird to talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I was hoping some of you would have some info or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of hate taking the pill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have heard about the shot Depo-Provera that supposedly works for 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have my doubts of a shot working for 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least with the pill I know there is something working daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyone heard good things about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personal stories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this too personal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2856973380902256583?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2856973380902256583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2856973380902256583' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2856973380902256583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2856973380902256583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/04/help-i-need-advice.html' title='Help! I need advice'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-4273496577474996101</id><published>2011-04-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:41:57.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly of Etsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Good: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within the past few weeks I have grown to love &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Esty&lt;/a&gt;. Whenever I go to that website I always know what I want to search and go straight for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The baby section always gets a visit, whether or not it's the purpose of my visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to get/see ideas for cute crafts (even if I don't ever make them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always thought etsy was such a cute little website, with cute little items, for a not so cute price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNTIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came upon the Origami section. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 paper cranes for $6.00? Those take 2 minutes to make with free paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Taxidermy section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really?! Who buys dried out frogs and lizzards, animal skulls, a chick embreyo, or cat claw bobby pins? These are real listed items!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time I have $1000 bucks laying around, this baby is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594752307737436882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJmrocqtJt4/TaSNlOT8otI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ejNYGslXAZ8/s400/rug.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594752309025180594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t4o30oql5U/TaSNlTG-C7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/_7totbkgr7g/s400/rug2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-4273496577474996101?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/4273496577474996101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=4273496577474996101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4273496577474996101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4273496577474996101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-bad-and-ugly-of-etsy.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly of Etsy'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJmrocqtJt4/TaSNlOT8otI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ejNYGslXAZ8/s72-c/rug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5360657633860302161</id><published>2011-04-10T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:35:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Jerker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm assuming everyone who reads my blog is a member of the LDS church so I'm going to go right in the purpose of the this post, without explaining what &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2011/04?lang=eng"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; is and all that jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wasn't conference just great?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First off, I love that the choir sang this &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/music/2011/04?lang=eng&amp;amp;session=1&amp;amp;song=11&amp;amp;media=audio"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;. It's one of the songs the primary learned this year. I don't think they had it in my primary days. It has such a beautiful message for the children to learn and understand. My favorite line in the song is in the first verse right before the choir, it says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I did not touch Him or sit on His knee,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Jesus is real to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;How basic and simple this line is, yet it's so comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;And second, how amazing was Richard G Scott's &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/print/2011/04/the-eternal-blessings-of-marriage/?lang=eng"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt;?! I could just feel the love he has for his wife while he talked. If I hadn't been at my in-laws house, I'm sure I would have been bawling like a baby. I loved everything he said. I felt his pain for the loss of his best friend, companion and wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Lance and I will leave little love notes for each other every once in a while so I like that he mentioned they did that. Is it weird if I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt; Lance to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt; a personalized "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;“Jeanene, it is time to tell you I love you.” in our clock...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;I want to thank him for saying the part about holding your wife close and telling her how very much you love her. It really does make a difference in hearing that than just the plain "I love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;I have listened to this talk at least 3 times and thought about it a lot. Every time I do, I always feel a bit emotional. I'm so grateful for the marriage I have and the amazing relationship with my husband. I wouldn't ask for anything more, other than maybe a few more back rubs and a few more snuggles :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;Also, I get to attend Lance's brothers sealing this weekend. I'm so excited to see these two finally get married. Erica and I would have talks all the time about the Anderson boys needing to step up to the plate so it's about time they seal the deal. It's the first sealing I'll be at that wasn't my own and I'm excited to see what it's like when you're not the one nervous and getting married! I'm sure the next blog post will include pictures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5360657633860302161?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5360657633860302161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5360657633860302161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5360657633860302161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5360657633860302161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/04/tear-jerker.html' title='Tear Jerker'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-4072520721978834667</id><published>2011-03-28T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:56:29.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always love &lt;a href="http://blimestimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marquesas&lt;/a&gt;’ mail calls and have always wanted to attempt to do one. So here is goes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Lance: I love that you check my blog every once in a while, but sometimes I wish I could post pictures and stories about you playing video games with your friend and calling me your little house wife when I placed cookies and milk on the table without you getting upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear scale: Please stop creeping up higher and higher. It depresses me when the contestants on Biggest Loser lose their weight and they aren’t very far away from my current weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Orion: We don’t mind when you sleep on the bed, but we do mind when you jump off to lay on the couch and then decide you want back on the bed. No, we don’t want to play your game of back away when we bend down to get you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Landlord: We’ve told you about the leak and stain on the ceiling and you continue to tell us to “keep watching it”. It’s not our fault if you have to replace the whole roof when it molds or caves in due to your lack of action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Primary class: Thank you so much for being good yesterday! I really didn’t feel like catching your paper airplanes or rearranging the seating order so you wouldn’t choke the person next to you or tell you to stop climbing the walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear pregnant ladies or ladies with recent new babes: You’re giving me baby fever and it just isn’t time yet. Please stop making your bellies and babies look so darn cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear General Conference weekend: You are always so relaxing and uplifting. You couldn’t come at a better time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-4072520721978834667?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/4072520721978834667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=4072520721978834667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4072520721978834667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4072520721978834667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/03/mail-call_28.html' title='Mail Call'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5607356582649119504</id><published>2011-03-24T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:54:25.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let sleeping dogs lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lance and I play a game with Orion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have a dog, I invite you to try to play this game too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know when a dogs in that good sleep and they start twitchin' and runnin' and makin' sounds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you gotta do is open their mouth ever so slowly, reach in and pull out that tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the result.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587671516061028834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISMkZ1jVLS4/TYtlo5xi0eI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ihD5GixdX9M/s400/orion3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how long that tongue is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587671158156534274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiQH4sF73XE/TYtlUEedogI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9YvOK1cVFMI/s400/orion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I promise you that he is asleep and not dead. I don't know why his eyes are open. Maybe he was awake and was playing along to add extra effect for the picture. I wouldn't be surprised if he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There hasn't been a time that we've done this that hasn't ended up with him waking up because &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I laugh so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5607356582649119504?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5607356582649119504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5607356582649119504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5607356582649119504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5607356582649119504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html' title='Don&apos;t let sleeping dogs lie'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISMkZ1jVLS4/TYtlo5xi0eI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ihD5GixdX9M/s72-c/orion3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-4511296766252443499</id><published>2011-03-15T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:58:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvLH_bmo6Ok/TYAWn__XJcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c3rMMrUKNHs/s1600/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJTdTdd2Y2Y/TYAWnkU7xvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/50I9q-nYJdQ/s1600/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEQlYL2-Qko/TYAWnZnIA8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/pXJBtJDmsd0/s1600/DSCN0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d55WhG8uddA/TYAU7X_dacI/AAAAAAAAALw/xRXwpJB-zO8/s1600/DSCN0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday we went camping with Tommy Hudson and his wife Jessica and their lab puppy.  The plan was to leave right after work and get to the campsite and set up camp.  BUT things happen and we didn't get to the camp grounds until almost 9.  Lance had to creep around the camp ground to find the camp ranger guy to let us in the gate since they closed the gates at 6.  It was a shot in the dark, literally, to find this guy and hope he'd let us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuAbFwOwl0k/TYAOQf3Os3I/AAAAAAAAALI/bp3RWwf4Jy0/s1600/DSCN0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we're inside, we set up our tents. Ours is on the left and that's Jessica in theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuAbFwOwl0k/TYAOQf3Os3I/AAAAAAAAALI/bp3RWwf4Jy0/s400/DSCN0819.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584479214533260146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We cooked up some deer burgers and sausages.  Those were good.  But the best part of the night was this creation.  Smores with a twist.  Instead of plain chocolate, we used a reese's cup. OH. MY. GOSH. I don't think I can have it any other way now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEsmELx2WrQ/TYAQCWWj77I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0RCGXxVr-sc/s400/smore.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584481170485407666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are old boring people so by 11:30 we were in our tents, snuggled up, and ready to sleep.  It was about 40 degrees at night but it didn't feel that bad in the tent.  Lance used a sleeping bag and I had a miracle blanket plus Orion as a heater.  Cold was never a problem during the night. Our air mattress however, is a different story.  We woke up at 5 in the morning laying on the ground.  With a little help from the air pump we were back to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evwoq_mtPzw/TYASreN3rgI/AAAAAAAAALo/0A26_JRyxJI/s400/DSCN0827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584484075994328578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry to make you turn your head but this picture is not cooperating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Tommy and I were able to wake our beauty queens we tried to cook up some eggs that we picked up at a gas station.  When the first egg was cracked we knew gas station eggs were a bad idea.  The egg white was fluorescent green.  With all green eggs and ham jokes aside, it was disgusting.  The green egg is on the left with a normal egg on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;packed up camp and headed into the woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d55WhG8uddA/TYAU7X_dacI/AAAAAAAAALw/xRXwpJB-zO8/s400/DSCN0830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584486548224436674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did a little fishing, a little small game hunting and lots of laughing at the dogs.  My manly man husband has gotten into weapons lately.  He got a blow gun and has been trying to get a kill since.  He took out a .22 rifle and came back victorious.  Don't worry, Thumper's still thumpin.  He killed a water moccasin.  He has the skin drying on our porch as proof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJTdTdd2Y2Y/TYAWnkU7xvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/50I9q-nYJdQ/s400/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584488406961604338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please note Lance's rippling biceps. Oh baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvLH_bmo6Ok/TYAWn__XJcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c3rMMrUKNHs/s400/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584488414387316162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a lot of fun camping and hanging out with the Hudson's and letting Orion run loose in the woods but that shower and bed sure felt good when we got back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-4511296766252443499?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/4511296766252443499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=4511296766252443499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4511296766252443499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4511296766252443499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/03/campin.html' title='Campin&apos;'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuAbFwOwl0k/TYAOQf3Os3I/AAAAAAAAALI/bp3RWwf4Jy0/s72-c/DSCN0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-28799875108594663</id><published>2011-03-01T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:13:01.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best week of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aGrX2P_S5U/TW2w4DLU6BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ksIekGYDjx4/s1600/DSCN0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lance asked me a few nights ago when I was going to blog about our trip to Brazil. I hadn't given it a thought because it would be such a long post with all the stories and pictures. But I guess I'll finally write one so my poor husband can stop checking this blog every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had standby tickets so it was always a game of sit and wait until 20 minutes before the flight took off. But we obviously got seats. BUT we got our first class seats! Let me tell you, that is the way to go. The seat reclined back, we got a 4 course meal of fancy shmancy gross foods, hot towels to do something with (I'm still not exactly sure what we were supposed to do with those towels). They had a bunch of tv shows and movies we could watch. I started watching Easy A,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; then turned it off, started watching The Social Network, then turned it off, turned on Charlie St Cloud and finished it. After that I slept until about an hour outside of Sao Paulo. When I looked out of the window and caught my first glimpse of the city I was completely amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YF1sSHBcA0/TW2m7AxiZoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Tt5uNuGz4w0/s400/DSCN0624.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579299046132180610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hotel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was tiny. But had internet, a cool view and a bidet. So it worked. Here's were the magic happened.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2m82GpHI9hc/TW2pDpigVKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RajYx0L-0cY/s400/DSCN0633.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579301393537193122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGnGJ8WggJ4/TW2pDQ2JmuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/57bqXQioqZE/s400/DSCN0631.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579301386908703458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things we saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than street dogs everywhere, the crazy driving compact cars, crowded buses, sketchy markets, shaking sickly womens hands, and visiting families,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to one of the biggest Cathedrals in South America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRewJORTKF4/TW2tIF1CoNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eRRxt8bbuz8/s400/DSCN0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579305867897118930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to the top of the tallest building in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8c-ATXuZ5JY/TW2tImboG3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/lVpvv5A7uzU/s400/DSCN0791.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579305876648893298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIKuj04iuzo/TW2tIpNSCaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IzxjUJl4m4g/s400/DSCN0792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579305877394033058" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bzC_R87a2U/TW2tIVq72tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6bXd8F9VYvE/s400/DSCN0790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579305872149699282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posting pictures in a blog makes me want to poke my eyes out with a rusty fork. So if you wanna see more, I have a whole album on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun experience. I got to try new food, meet new people, even learned a few new words. My favorite part was spending all my time with Lance. If we were in public, he was holding my hand. Unfortunately, he says it was for protection and hasn't been doing since we've got back... Guess the honeymoon's over. I had such a good time while we were there and I was so sad when it was time to go back to reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, my friend was having a baby shower and I decided to get creative. My favorite was the whale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNVSWkWJGWo/TW2wjsUeaVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Bc5fqEEtccI/s400/DSCN0805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579309640620861778" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__NfIzMwbgI/TW2wjujBqRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kZPCMW-Q7Y0/s400/DSCN0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579309641218763026" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZvQAYAvTgE/TW2wj5G0ePI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UV9o2t04DkA/s400/DSCN0809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579309644053248242" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JeLEZ5pYK0/TW2w4BsTmvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E3CrPpN1WPc/s400/DSCN0810.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579309989955345138" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aGrX2P_S5U/TW2w4DLU6BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ksIekGYDjx4/s400/DSCN0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579309990353889298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-28799875108594663?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/28799875108594663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=28799875108594663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/28799875108594663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/28799875108594663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-week-of-my-life.html' title='Best week of my life.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YF1sSHBcA0/TW2m7AxiZoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Tt5uNuGz4w0/s72-c/DSCN0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2202838860659759176</id><published>2011-01-30T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:15:01.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The never ending project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to take on a project that will hopefully continue on until I die. Or get too old to write. Or my life gets too boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago my mom gave Lance and I a rifle that was my great grandpa's. It's pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; antique-y and I can't wait to find a good place and way to display it. It's neat to have something that my great grandpa used to hunt back in the 1900's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the last few years I have been thinking lately about having items to pass on to the generations after me.  About a year ago I bought a ring to pass on to a daughter. If I have more than one daughter, looks like there will either have to be a dual or more rings bought :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TUYM9XtU9dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JY3vtsib0wI/s400/ring.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568152237765883346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's nothing crazy ornate but I think it'll serve the purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The project I mentioned before is just a little composition book for now, but I started writing all the memories I have from when Lance and I were dating and engaged. I hope to keep up with the book as the memories happen. Sure, I have this blog, but I would love to have a journal or book that has my grandma's handwriting. Hopefully my kids or grandkids will be as interested as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel kinda silly writing the stories down but it's been fun remembering the times. I really hope I am able to keep this up and that it turns out pretty cool. Maybe I'll even include pictures...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my little side story for this post, Lance and I went to the Cairo Branch to listen to his sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and friend sing in their sacrament. On our way home we passed a cow pasture and awed and ooed at the baby calves they had. Then I saw a cow laying on the ground weirdly. It wasn't like how a cow is normally chilling on the ground. Then I noticed the sack protruding from it's backside. So we turned around and sure enough the cow was having a baby. When we walked up it was only the hooves sticking out but by 15 or 20 minutes the whole thing came out. The momma cow was made into quite the attraction. Another car had pulled over and joined us. We waited another few minutes to see if the calf would stand but we had been out there a good while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; already and decided to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told my mom about this and her reaction was "birth is amazing. does that make you want a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; baby?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was sweet and all but no thanks, that after birth hanging out of her junk and the blood on her utters was a little much to make me think about having a birth of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TUYMMTAdIwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q2m5rKzpiRo/s400/photo%2B3.PNG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568151394690343682" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TUYLe_hyLPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U2zW8XvuK0I/s400/photo%2B1.PNG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568150616367312114" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TUYLeB4w61I/AAAAAAAAAIM/bCyJ1e_MGq8/s400/photo%2B2.PNG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568150599820700498" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2202838860659759176?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2202838860659759176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2202838860659759176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2202838860659759176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2202838860659759176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/01/never-ending-project.html' title='The never ending project'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TUYM9XtU9dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JY3vtsib0wI/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-4761376705261087975</id><published>2011-01-25T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:26:12.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's one step closer to ruling the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you like Oprah, please don't read any farther than this line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does Oprah need a whole channel to play her shows 24/7?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She took over an education channel. I liked watching surgeries and other weird gross shows that came on Discovery Health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I haven't touched it in weeks. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Why couldn't she take the soap channel?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please tell me this Oprah-thon ends in a few days and my regular tv shows start back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-4761376705261087975?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/4761376705261087975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=4761376705261087975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4761376705261087975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4761376705261087975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-one-step-closer-to-ruling-world.html' title='She&apos;s one step closer to ruling the world'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-8429495384952047064</id><published>2011-01-21T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:30:03.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Facts. Love me or hate me.</title><content type='html'>I've compiled a list of 10 weird/unknown facts about me. The inspiration came about last night as I laid in bed when number 1 happened and thought to myself that it was weird that I enjoy it. SO here's the list, have a laugh or think I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I will always love when Orion stands up with his front paws on our bed, because without fail, he will let a little toot out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) When I'm laying down before bed I'll usually play a game of bejeweled or two then when I close my eyes to fall asleep, I picture a bejeweled screen and start moving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) When something funny, serious, or annoying happens to me, I think of how I would post a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; status about it. Ex- at work I constantly answer phones, I have thought many times to post a rant about people getting phone manners. This is strange because I don't do statuses often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) I hate feet. I don't like when feet touch me and I don't like to touch feet BUT when someone is wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt; I have to stare at their feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) When I cook marshmallows over a fire, I burn the outside and pull off the burned layer and eat it then stick it right back in and do the same thing. You can get a good 3 layers out of them doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) I am not a rule breaker. If someone wants to do something that's against the rules, I have a slight anxiety attack. I fear getting in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) I love to eat lemons like you would eat an orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8)When I was in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade I was on bus probation. The relentless 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders ruled the back seats and wouldn't let anyone not in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, or anyone who wasn't cool enough to sit back there. Maybe this is where number 6 started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9) I can not mix my foods if there were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; mixed. I will eat one item until it's gone and then move to the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10) I have little faith in society. This could be because I watch so many crime shows that I freak myself out. I wont leave my car unlocked for even 5 minutes. I am constantly looking around for sketchy people. When I cross a road I worry about a random drive by shooting. Living in the sketchy part of town doesn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there are some random facts about me. Take it or leave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, this was my fortune from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; buffet today. I hope it's winning a million dollars and not a baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564760803562335554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TToAd6xZrUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jyRlbI9QsG4/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-8429495384952047064?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/8429495384952047064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=8429495384952047064' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8429495384952047064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8429495384952047064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-facts-love-me-or-hate-me.html' title='10 Facts. Love me or hate me.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TToAd6xZrUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jyRlbI9QsG4/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-8393501431607285253</id><published>2011-01-12T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:09:22.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this week over yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work this week has been hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday I had too many phone calls to count. Yesteday I tallied 256. Monday was probably double.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could not wait for 5 to roll around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not want to do a single thing the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked in the door and there stood my love with a cup of hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drank it, and got in bed and stayed there the rest of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-8393501431607285253?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/8393501431607285253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=8393501431607285253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8393501431607285253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8393501431607285253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-this-week-over-yet.html' title='Is this week over yet?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-4367164545302547339</id><published>2011-01-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:17:50.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been one to write lists or make up goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year I want it to be different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made three little goals. Hopefully making them public will make me stick to my guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Get back to my pre-wedding weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 5 short months of marriage I have gained 10-15 pounds. Before this weight gain I had been the same weight since 10th grade. I can't run in the cold without my throat closing up so I'm solely working off of portion control and not allowing myself to snack. This shouldn't be too hard as my weight varies anywhere from 5 pounds day to day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Stop drinking sodas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like I drink soda non stop or think they make me feel extra gross. This is more of just a challenge to see if I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Save monies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the end of the month Lance and I wonder where all of our money goes to. I'm going to be more cautious of when and where I spend our money. I'd rather have extra money to spend on cool souvenirs from Brazil then have the unnecessary things I buy here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The good thing is, these all kind of go hand in hand. The main thing I need to start doing is bring a healthy lunch to work instead of going somewhere to eat. I'm going to give myself until the day we leave for Brazil to make these changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-4367164545302547339?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/4367164545302547339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=4367164545302547339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4367164545302547339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4367164545302547339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-goals.html' title='3 Goals'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7293112483730672557</id><published>2010-12-29T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T07:10:00.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; What will I be doing on Valentines day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, just walking the streets of Sao Paulo, Brazil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, it's gonna be pretty tight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556120556607375634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TRtONWnUCRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aE9F4TfWfhg/s400/sao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have plane tickets for February 12-21! I can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7293112483730672557?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7293112483730672557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7293112483730672557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7293112483730672557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7293112483730672557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/12/beat-that.html' title='Beat that'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TRtONWnUCRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aE9F4TfWfhg/s72-c/sao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3810483206674030231</id><published>2010-12-20T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T06:23:53.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>I have been begging Lance to take a trip out of town. Lance hates the driving part of going out of town so I had to come up with a good reason for us to go out of town. My birthday! I told him he wouldn't have to get me anything if we could go out of town for the weekend. I think he loved the idea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We left for Orlando at about 7 and got to the hotel around 11:30. We slept in, which felt amazing but I woke up with a stuffy nose and sore throat, which didn't feel amazing. We had breakfast at the hotel and got ready to do a session at the temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That morning it had been drizzling and was miserable. When we walked out of the temple, the weather was almost perfect, the rain had gone and there was a nice chill to the air. We asked a little kid to take our picture. Maybe we should have asked an adult so we could have a little more temple in the picture and a lot less stairs. Oh well, you get what you pay for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552769586420669394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQ9mhN4yW9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Blrhl24v2vc/s400/temple3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we left the temple, we went to little Brazil and had some amazing food. Lance loved speaking Portuguese to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we were finished with lunch we headed over to Wonderworks, or the upside down house. We really did enjoy ourselves there. It was pretty fun, but I don't know if it was worth the price. When we walked out of the building it was already dark outside and started drizzling again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing I made known to Lance was that by the end of the trip I would get a slice of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. I ended up with 2! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with that, we were on our way back to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right when we got back to our house around 11:30ish I went right to bed. We didn't wake up until 12 the next morning. I was kinda sad that we had slept through church cause I always love the Sunday before Christmas. Plus I had bought a way cute skirt to wear to church. We woke up long enough to cook up some eggs and toast and chat with Sara Ranon who was staying at our house over the weekend. By 1 we were back in bed and slept til 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sure needed the extra sleep but I feel like this is going to be a long, tiring, sick week. At least there are only 4 work days this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552769578912540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQ9mgx6taKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/g3jsrFRT0G0/s400/temple2" border="0" /&gt;Here's a picture of the temple. I love that they had a nativity for the people on the road to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3810483206674030231?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3810483206674030231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3810483206674030231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3810483206674030231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3810483206674030231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQ9mhN4yW9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Blrhl24v2vc/s72-c/temple3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-8980619196625903792</id><published>2010-12-14T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:26:33.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decor</title><content type='html'>My husband loves Christmas more than anyone I've ever met. We spent about 2 weeks making sure we had enough lights on our house. Here's a preview of our decorations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQfttjH_fwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/G37xMQLQJl4/s1600/Stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQfttjH_fwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/G37xMQLQJl4/s400/Stockings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550666432536084226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQfttdDpv7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/nSqO_gioKAo/s400/ornament.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550666430907269042" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQftsgrqIBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/K8Jl2caPRYE/s1600/tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQftsgrqIBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/K8Jl2caPRYE/s400/tree2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550666414700503058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQftsfScVyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y0G3A-j2oKg/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQftsfScVyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y0G3A-j2oKg/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550666414326306594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQftsFofCuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lrb8lmCFQdw/s1600/house%2Blights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQftsFofCuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lrb8lmCFQdw/s400/house%2Blights.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550666407439436514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really wasn't snowing outside. But it sure feels like it could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-8980619196625903792?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/8980619196625903792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=8980619196625903792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8980619196625903792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/8980619196625903792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-decor.html' title='Christmas Decor'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TQfttjH_fwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/G37xMQLQJl4/s72-c/Stockings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5601253927086880363</id><published>2010-11-23T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:07:37.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Spirit of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since it's Thanksgiving time I figure I'd write a few things I'm grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The biggest blessing in my life this year was being sealed my best friend. I knew I could be happy if I married Lance but now that we're actually married and starting our life together, I never imagined I would have been this happy and in love as I am. I'm grateful that he treats me with respect and would never hurt me intentionally or unintentionally. Elbowing me in the face almost every night doesn't count. When Orion's on the bed there's not much room to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came from such an amazing family and I always knew my parents raised my siblings and me the best anyone could raise children. I have never really thought of this until I began thinking about my future family but I am so grateful that my parents taught me what was right and what was wrong and stepped back to let me decide for myself. I could have gone off the path if I had wanted but I always had their righteous example to look up to and knew I wanted to be like them. I can only hope my children see the same in Lance and me. I'm also thankful for my brothers and sister. I've had a strong relationship with each during different times in my life and I feel like I needed their friendship at those times to develop who I am today. And along with my family, I'm thankful for the family that I married into. They are the funniest group of people to be around with everyone bringing a different sense of humor to the table. I'm so grateful that they accepted me with open arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful to have the knowledge of the Lord's church. I'm amazed at the perfection within it. I love sweet feeling that comes with the spirit and that I get when I'm in the temple. I love being in primary to witness the pure and innocent testimonies of the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm grateful for the jobs that Lance and I both have. We are so fortunate to be newlyweds without being the poor newlyweds. It really has made the early months much less stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a list of other things I'm thankful for but I don't feel like explaining each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two working cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the opportunity to visit Brazil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family that lives close by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cute little house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;publix cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I may or may not have been eating a huge peice of publix cake when I was writing this. But either way, I'm thinkful for everything in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5601253927086880363?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5601253927086880363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5601253927086880363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5601253927086880363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5601253927086880363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-spirit-of-thanksgiving.html' title='In the Spirit of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2813190659244395768</id><published>2010-11-21T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:35:56.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice Wanted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a newly married couple with both families in the same town and the holidays around the corner have made me stress a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What family gets us at what time?! Assuming they both want us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How have you dealt with sharing holiday times with both sides of the family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to make it as fair as I can and not favor one side. Luckily we were able to set both Thanksgiving dinners apart from each other, BUT I worry more about Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What to do...?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2813190659244395768?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2813190659244395768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2813190659244395768' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2813190659244395768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2813190659244395768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/11/advice-wanted.html' title='Advice Wanted!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5602549780076558162</id><published>2010-11-19T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:54:30.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Winter Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the cold. If you know me, you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One winter I found these amazing slippers/shoes/moccasins from Target. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wore them all the freaking time. Around the house, to the grocery store, to school, or right after I got out of the shower. I pretty much wore them everywhere but church. You better believe I was tempted to a few times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wore them all year round. It'd be 100 degrees and I'd have those bad boys on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I walk into my living room to find the fuzzy insides all torn out. I'm sure Orion's butt and my hand was sore that whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A week or two ago I was walking in Target and found the same exact shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the last 10 that they had. Does anyone in this world wear a size 6 because Target has rows full of size 6 and no ones buying them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I showed Lance my find and warned him that they will be worn in public frequently. Luckily, he didn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first time I caught Orion sniffing at them, I told him no in my sternest voice. Hopefully that'll keep that sole ripping dog away from my shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541317330620839378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TOa2wMde9dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VFNEALzaX5o/s400/shoe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, I think Orion is strangely addicted to the smell of juicy fruit gum. His snout becomes like a magnet to any mouth that chews it. If they make juicy fruit flavored treats, please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been working on Orion's smile for pictures. I think he's getting the hang of it. Also, please ignore the different outfits and adornments. I'm not a psycho pet owner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541319513900349426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TOa4vRz4d_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/sawoKUUFIwQ/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541319598236129714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TOa40L_GWbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DxvNCBXmCzc/s400/smile2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541319661486664466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TOa433nM6xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AbskvEvvu0s/s400/smile3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5602549780076558162?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5602549780076558162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5602549780076558162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5602549780076558162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5602549780076558162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/11/joys-of-winter-time.html' title='The Joys of Winter Time.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TOa2wMde9dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VFNEALzaX5o/s72-c/shoe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5324546066462180355</id><published>2010-11-09T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:38:54.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The making of a good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just like every morning, I gave Lance and kiss goodbye this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He told me I looked pretty and I kissed him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my way to work he texted me many pictures of him and Orion laying on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;One was of Orion under the sheets, which isn't allowed because the sheets were cleaned just last night. A black dog and white sheets don't mix well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At about 10 I get a call from the front desk saying I have a delivery. But as a secretary I didn't think anything of it as I pick up deliveries up often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The elevator doors open and a huge bouquet of roses were on the counter. I never imagined they'd be for me. But sure enough they were!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm impressed because:&lt;br /&gt;1) The only time I've ever gotten a flower from Lance was last Valentines day and I got one rose. 2) He picked the most perfect morning that I needed a pick me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537588702223674418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TNl3ldRCLDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pHanISy4j78/s400/rosesfixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the ladies at work are jealous and all the men are asking what he did to be in the dog house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537588775232166946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TNl3ptPnXCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5FNmm3W9V-I/s400/roses2fixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I worry if my blog is too mushy. Should I stop writing about my love life? Don't wanna be boring people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5324546066462180355?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5324546066462180355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5324546066462180355' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5324546066462180355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5324546066462180355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/11/making-of-good-day.html' title='The making of a good day.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TNl3ldRCLDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pHanISy4j78/s72-c/rosesfixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-7767286929530912745</id><published>2010-11-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T06:03:41.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Fruit Loops with Lucky Charm Marshmallows? Yes, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535679211929898962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TNKu6fmYj9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dQURqCZXKHY/s400/cereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-7767286929530912745?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/7767286929530912745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=7767286929530912745' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7767286929530912745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/7767286929530912745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/11/cereal-goodness.html' title='Cereal Goodness'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TNKu6fmYj9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dQURqCZXKHY/s72-c/cereal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-1374516038888199972</id><published>2010-10-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:34:25.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; When eating roasted pumpkin seeds, does one eat the whole seed or shell it like a sunflower seed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always popped the whole thing in my mouth and chewed away and didn't even know there was different until I gave Lance a seed and he opened it with his teeth and gave me the shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What method do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to a pumpkin patch after work and picked up three pumpkins for our family. We scooped out all the guts and started carving. Three hours later we were both done. I have to have pumpkin seeds every fall, but next year you better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I'm going back to the traditional 15 minute pumpkin face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533120116891727826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TMmXbjrmN9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vaLVCgDSQLc/s400/pumpkins" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did Frankenstien, Lance did a skull/the terminator and Orion did a puppy paw(ok he really only contributed a few teeth marks in it and we did the puppy paw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call Orion punkin or punkin pie all the time. It was only fitting to take a picture of my punkin with his pumpkin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533119919274037522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TMmXQDf3kRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0YBy_HHF98M/s400/orion+and+pumpkin" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1374516038888199972?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1374516038888199972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1374516038888199972' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1374516038888199972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1374516038888199972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-debate.html' title='The Great Debate'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TMmXbjrmN9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vaLVCgDSQLc/s72-c/pumpkins' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3146869539395801122</id><published>2010-10-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:19:29.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Lance and I love to lay in bed and watch tv shows on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It first started out with us watching the premier of Survivor and at the end we kept the tv on when the season finale episode of Big Brother came on and we got interested. And no mom, it's not a raunchy show. At least this season wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was like 30 episodes long! We'd watch one or two every night, sometimes even 3 or 4 if we had a free day. We were so bummed when it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What show would we watch now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryan suggested Community. We know he likes The Office so he has some credibility. He gave us the first season on DVD and oh man. It is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cast is perfect. Everyone is hilarious. And I suggest it to anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So go out and find Community and watch it and be in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529405134336986674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TLxkrHNgjjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yYcu_HnrZGs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3146869539395801122?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3146869539395801122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3146869539395801122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3146869539395801122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3146869539395801122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/10/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TLxkrHNgjjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yYcu_HnrZGs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-931871470876670577</id><published>2010-10-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:17:35.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take the same route to and from work everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I understand that Christians are supposed to help those in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;When I see the same two homeless guys at their same street corner, at their same time, holding their same sign, I can't feel compasion for them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are working. Not helpless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It disgusts me that they take advantage of kind people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the one guy that stands outside by the KFC at lunchtime happens make eye contact with you and you shake your head that you wont give out money, he'll point to KFC like he expects you to go through the drive through and give him food. He has a &lt;em&gt;pudgy&lt;/em&gt; belly for crying outloud! He's not helpless! I see KFC street corner worker riding a bike at the end of the day and I know he's going home to a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate when beggers bring dogs into the game too. It might fool some people but it doesn't get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pay fast offering and that's enough to take the guilt away when I roll my eyes at beggers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, please don't stand at a corner and beg &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY &lt;/strong&gt;when there is a hiring sign outside of McDonalds at that corner. It's McDOnalds, they hire anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-931871470876670577?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/931871470876670577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=931871470876670577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/931871470876670577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/931871470876670577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-blog-rant.html' title='My first blog rant.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-1731054311000523454</id><published>2010-10-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T05:43:05.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday was Lance's &lt;strong&gt;25th&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. One of the things we've talked about doing when the weather gets a little cooler is to go camping. For his birthday he got a tent. Friday I asked Lance if he wanted to go camping and as usual, he didn't feel like driving any where (he REALLY hates road trips). So we set camp up in our living room! It was a lot of fun. We got an air mattress for our wedding from his work and blew that up and put it in there. We watched a few episodes of "&lt;em&gt;Are You Afraid of the Dark&lt;/em&gt;" and were asleep by 10:30. Poor O wanted to be in the tent so bad but Lance didn't want any hair in his tent. O ended up sleeping on a blanket right outside of the tent by our heads. We were worried it was going to get hot in the tent during the night so we turned the air down a little but I woke up FREEZING! By 5 in the morning we were back in our big &lt;strong&gt;comfy&lt;/strong&gt; bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lance wanted to do it again the next night but luckily it didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524541152580933810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TKsc6HKdGLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/j2oQkCs_iho/s400/tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this cooler weather! We slept with the window open and snuggled to keep warm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may just start liking this cold weather now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1731054311000523454?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1731054311000523454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1731054311000523454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1731054311000523454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1731054311000523454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the Air'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TKsc6HKdGLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/j2oQkCs_iho/s72-c/tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6108673717950620562</id><published>2010-10-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:35:34.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My civic duty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every one hates it but me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every one compains and gnashes their teeth but not I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking forward to this day. I got a jury summons in the mail. I'm so excited. I hope I answer all the questions right. I wanna see a trial SO bad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's an extra day off from work. Maybe two or three even. I can only hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6108673717950620562?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6108673717950620562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6108673717950620562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6108673717950620562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6108673717950620562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-civic-duty.html' title='My civic duty.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6061240804041145492</id><published>2010-09-26T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:45:46.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much is That Blogger in the Window?</title><content type='html'>Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. This is Lance, just dropping in to write a guest article for Kristen's blog. Are they called articles? Are they called blogs? Is the page the blog or are the entries the blogs? Anyway, I just found out a couple of hours ago that this thing existed. I was needless to say shocked, scared, and a little embarrassed.  What is she saying about me out here in cyberspace? What weird things about me is she saying to the 2-4 readers that come and visit here a week? Are there more.... oh no.... How many people read this anyway? I'm being outed as an "avid gamer" now? She's talking about bathroom etiquette in here? Embarrassing pictures of the early years? oh boy.... Here's a little Lance and Kristen trivia for ya':  In that picture of us on "one of our first dates" is so embarrassing to me!! She wanted to hold my hand in the picture and I quickly moved it away.  I would not have that...  I mean, I'll let her hold my hand from time to time now, but come on. Let what happens in the bedroom stay in the bedroom, I say.  I wish I had more to say here, but I am almost speechless. I am scared to know what's gonna be written on here in the future. I will keep a close eye on this page at all times now.   Man... you think you know a girl. I am married to an avid blogger. I never hoped it would come to that. Still.... I guess I can just chalk this one up to my wife being happy. We're happy. My wife loves me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6061240804041145492?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6061240804041145492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6061240804041145492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6061240804041145492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6061240804041145492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-much-is-that-blogger-in-window.html' title='How Much is That Blogger in the Window?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-548567767748383452</id><published>2010-09-14T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T05:58:26.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the wife of an avid gamer. I got sucked into going to the midnight Halo game release with him and his friends. If you know me, you know I'm in bed by 10:30 every night. My dear husband insisted on putting his xbox in our bedroom so "we can watch netflix in bed". When we get home, I got to fall asleep to the sounds of he and his friends through the headset playing. I had hoped that once I was asleep I'd go into my normal zombie like sleep, but no, I woke up probably just about every 30 minutes until he turned the game off, which must have been about 4. Lance has Tuesdays off so it's no big deal for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7:00 came very quick this morning. As I kissed Lance goodbye he asked how I slept and I told him the truth. Awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gather my purse and head to the door to leave and find a note sticking to the door. It was a sweet note from Lance telling me that he loves me and all that mushy stuff. This is a big deal coming from him. In our whole 3 years of odd confusing dating relationship times he doesn't show his feelings or do sweet things often. I have gotten one flower from him. One. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That note made my day. Who cares if I got a crappy night sleep. My husband loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-548567767748383452?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/548567767748383452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=548567767748383452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/548567767748383452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/548567767748383452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-all-worth-it.html' title='It was all worth it.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-1221315738837200793</id><published>2010-09-10T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:01:32.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does that happen?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Do your days ever drag on but before you know it, it's another weekend? I hate it but love it at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, Lance and I discovered that if Orion gets on his hind legs on our bed, which is his sign for us to lift him up (our bed is huge, like hip height) and we play like we're asleep, he'll leave and make his way to the couch for the night. It is sweet bliss being able to stretch out while I sleep. A 50 pound dog using dead weight is hard to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TIp_dj4yBQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6VIrtZ5hRQg/s1600/orion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515360839494927618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TIp_dj4yBQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6VIrtZ5hRQg/s320/orion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He always knows when to bring out those puppy dog eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-1221315738837200793?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/1221315738837200793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=1221315738837200793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1221315738837200793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/1221315738837200793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-does-that-happen.html' title='How does that happen?!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TIp_dj4yBQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6VIrtZ5hRQg/s72-c/orion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6465703568930463495</id><published>2010-08-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:18:58.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So I am awful at blogging. It's a known fact. Look at the scattered dates of my posts for proof. Maybe now that I have some excitment in my life I'll have more things to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I'm married now. It happened quick and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Other than, maybe a little quicker but I think both of our moms would have killed us. They did an AMAZING job at organizing and decorating everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always liked Lance. Which is probably a good thing. But now I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; like Lance. I like our life right now. We have a cute little home. A cute little pup. Two well-paying jobs. Everything is going great. I hope I don't jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;I like being married and taking care of my man. He makes it hard to do sometimes. He is pretty good about helping with the dishes after a meal. I used to hate doing my roommates dishes but it's different when Lance leaves a dish or two in the sink I'll clean it without any grumbling. And even though he told me not to do his laundry, I always sneak some clothes in when I have the extra room in my load. He leaves for work after me and always makes the bed. The first day back to work after our mini honeymoon that that morning was the first time he'd even made his bed. Every morning since, it's always been made when I come home from work. Lance even wipes the toilet seat down after he pees just to make sure there aren't any drops left behind. Yes, I did marry a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear him referring to "our family" when he prays. I love to hear him give thanks for the love that we have for each other and for our marriage. I love that he kisses me every night before I go to sleep. I married a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/THfyq7slcAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M0Z64Yvtk5E/s1600/photo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510139488504213506" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/THfyq7slcAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M0Z64Yvtk5E/s320/photo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/THfyxT_6ElI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_eXFRMA8FWw/s1600/photo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510139598106923602" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/THfyxT_6ElI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_eXFRMA8FWw/s320/photo+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On an ending note, now that we're married and it's all official I can let the cat out of the bag. We're going to Brazil!! We had tickets before we were engaged but we were keeping it pretty low key. We'll probably go in January. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. A whole vacation of listening to Lance sexily speaking Portuguese.... It'll be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6465703568930463495?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6465703568930463495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6465703568930463495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6465703568930463495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6465703568930463495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-weeks-already.html' title='Three weeks already?!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/THfyq7slcAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M0Z64Yvtk5E/s72-c/photo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3101390221201047626</id><published>2010-06-07T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:35:31.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TA0Cjol2CZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/giN6kcco_6c/s1600/meandlance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480039132794587538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TA0Cjol2CZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/giN6kcco_6c/s320/meandlance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was hanging out with Lance and it was about 10 when he told me that he was going to go so we said good night and I started doing some dishes when I heard a knock. I thought it was coming from the front door but Orion ran into my bedroom and started barking at my window. Growing up, one of my worst fears was someone knocking on my window and trying to get in so at first I thought it was pretty weird and I asked who it was. Lance replies "it's me, open your window" and I ask why and he says "don't ask why, just do it". When I lift the blinds and open the window I see Lance sitting on a stool with his guitar in hand. He starts strumming a little tune and says how macho is he and how he never tells me how much he loves me and that I'm his best friend and this whole time I'm thinking he is just being sweet for once. I never thought it was going to be the moment until he brought up having kids and then I knew. He put his guitar down and pulled out the ring and asked me if I would be his wife. I kept asking if he was serious cause I could not believe it was finally it. So here we are, I'm inside the house, Lance and the ring are outside of my window and so he hurried back around to the front door and put the ring on my finger. I couldn't be any happier! The picture of us was from one of our first dates. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480039235770577458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TA0CpoNO8jI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WiO0zwW0mHg/s320/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3101390221201047626?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3101390221201047626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3101390221201047626' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3101390221201047626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3101390221201047626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/TA0Cjol2CZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/giN6kcco_6c/s72-c/meandlance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-4530115017836853798</id><published>2010-04-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:21:07.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Delays</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else having any problems with their blog list not updating when someone posts a new blog? I never know when anyone updates unless I'm looking at someone else's blog and they happen to have the same person on their list with the new blog title. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-4530115017836853798?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/4530115017836853798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=4530115017836853798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4530115017836853798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/4530115017836853798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-delays.html' title='Blog Delays'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-605678718456014272</id><published>2010-03-29T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:28:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been oh too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 4:20 at work and I'm dyin' to be off work already. I haven't posted it such a long time. I get on here probably every other day and check out everyone's blogs and roll my eyes when I see that some blogs never seem to get updates but yet I myself am one of those people. I never have the motivation to update my blog except today. Maybe these last few minutes of work will speed by if I'm forced to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously hate writing. I'm taking a sociology class this semester and before I signed up I looked at the old trusty ratemyprofessors.com site and my teacher had some good reviews. Someone mentioned that she assigns some "short papers" during the semester and I thought a few short papers wasn't a bad deal. So let's go to the first day of class. Sarah (who looks and sounds exactly like a girl I knew growing up and now I feel like I might have a little built up resentment towards her just for looking like my teacher) explains to us the class syllubus and I'm so happy I finally signed up for a good class. A few weeks in and the first "short paper" is assigned. I don't know how she thinks a 2 page paper, single spaced is short. And she expects 6 of these? Like I said before, I HATE writing. We've been assigned 5 of the 6 papers already and every single time I sit in my room trying to type out these papers and all I can think about is going to eat at a pizza buffet. Without fail, the craving comes. One time I even made Lance meet me at Stevi B's so we could eat and I could finish writing my paper without the writers block. They were a few minutes within closing when we got there and had to settle with Cici's pizza. It was good, but it wasn't Stevi B's. The next night comes and I sit back down to write the rest of my paper and guess what I start thinking about... Stevi B's baked potato pizza (yes, that's their specialty and it's amazing). I'd say 4 out of the 5 papers have been finished while I'm at work and without the craving of pizza. End of the story, I hate writing and writing at work is the only time it'll get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of the year again and engagments are happening all over the place. This time last year I was planning Kendal's bridal/bachelorette parties as you can sadly see from my last post. My roommate Lindy is now engaged and it's time to plan another set of parties. But seriously, why is spring the season of engagements? Is there something in the pollen that makes people fall in love? I don't know what it is but it's catching on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess quite a bit has gone on since my last post and I don't feel like talking about everything. So if I happen to have a picture from something that qualifies to have a good caption I'll share it. And maybe I'll start writing more frequently. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454159524939465730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/S7ERMMhUhAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Kju15tjoUHs/s320/pup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454158979248399314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/S7EQsbqbo9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wxT6O-0UU4w/s320/meandpup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got a puppy from the pound, he's a handful. But he's such a fun dog. He is a bassador(basset/Lab) His name is Orion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454159753787136402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/S7ERZhC22ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rmXIlcPvnt8/s320/race.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I ran a 5-k with Kendal! I'll never do it again!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454160141709341090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/S7ERwGKt8aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UVvVzmjpyZM/s320/Group_Keys_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A group of friends went down to the keys to go snorkling. It was so much fun but so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454160490703670786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/S7ESEaRczgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3PWGT5D52AI/s320/Cheesecake_Fact_keys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was from the same trip. We went to the cheesecake factory and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-605678718456014272?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/605678718456014272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=605678718456014272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/605678718456014272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/605678718456014272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-oh-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been oh too long.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/S7ERMMhUhAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Kju15tjoUHs/s72-c/pup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-5307694751178118179</id><published>2009-05-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:01:44.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGStQr7HHI/AAAAAAAAADs/KtgrJ_wo-Oc/s1600-h/AAAAAkSUmn4AAAAAAQRVLQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337208339681713266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGStQr7HHI/AAAAAAAAADs/KtgrJ_wo-Oc/s320/AAAAAkSUmn4AAAAAAQRVLQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two Saturday's ago, Lindy, Alyse and I threw together a bridal shower for our roommate Kendal who's getting married this Friday. She is crazy in love with Audrey Hepburn and Breakfast and Tiffany's so we made that the theme of the party. We had delicious breakfast foods and amazing decorations. After eating and chatting a bit, we opened presents and then we each made Chris and Kendal a scrapbook page. It turned out so cute. And even though it might have been my first bridal shower, it was the best. This picture isn't our center pieces but it looks just like it.After the bridal shower we decided to go swimming at our friends house while they were doing their bachelor party of "manly things" including breakfast, the movie Wolverine, and the shooting range". After a bit of us swimming the guys show up and come out with us. Well, boys will be boys and they start dunking us. After a good dunk or two I notice, what feels like a whole cup of water went into my ear. I have a problem with water going in my ears but it usually comes out sooner or later. FIVE days later (Thursday).... I finally go to the doctor. Wait forever. Get my ear pressure washed with some water pick thing and finally get to hear again. If you google how to get water out of your ear, you'll find silly suggestions but I tried them. Yes, I even tried blow drying my ear canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337203897090542082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGOqqvpigI/AAAAAAAAADU/o89LBAcqG8A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow night is going to be Kendal's bachelorrette party and I'm pretty excited. We're going to dinner and coming back for "mixed" drinks and presents. It sure will be fun to see Kendal's expressions for some of them. Their wedding is on Friday in Orlando so I have that day off from work and have a four day weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGSLptiqFI/AAAAAAAAADk/orf-iVYu85c/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337207762283833426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGSLptiqFI/AAAAAAAAADk/orf-iVYu85c/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night Jesse, Lindy's brother came into town before he moved to New York for a summer job. We hit the rock gym and it sure hit back. I never knew how hard rock climbing was. We were just buldering but it was amazing watching some of the pros doing it in there. After a few good tries of climbing but mostly messing around we went out to dinner at the super chinese buffet. This is the buffet of all buffets. It has seven, yes, seven rows of food, not including the sushi table. When we walked in the hostess in broken english &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGRxGkOKXI/AAAAAAAAADc/LNwbR_o770s/s1600-h/051509_1957%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337207306172901746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGRxGkOKXI/AAAAAAAAADc/LNwbR_o770s/s320/051509_1957%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asks us how many and we say six people. She starts to point us towards two tables and I let her know that we'd like to all sit together. She thinks for a moment and in some language asks if we want to sit at the japanese tables. Who knew they had japanese tables in the chinese buffet. We walk in the very back and go into a private section of the restaurant to find the tightest tables. I'm pretty sure they're there for executive chinese buffet meetings because we got two waitors and floor cushions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Super China Buffet. You have yet to let me down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-5307694751178118179?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/5307694751178118179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=5307694751178118179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5307694751178118179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/5307694751178118179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-hear.html' title='I can hear :)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/ShGStQr7HHI/AAAAAAAAADs/KtgrJ_wo-Oc/s72-c/AAAAAkSUmn4AAAAAAQRVLQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2380004850014395157</id><published>2009-04-14T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:12:25.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornados and fires.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I got an email at work that reminded us of the internet policy. Ever since then I've been scared to venture to the websites i used to not give a second thought of going to. Hence, my blog has been lacking. I worked up the courage to get on here and update. Hopefully I wont get caught :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the spring time in FLorida and I love the sunshine and even the heat, but I love the April showers that bring May flowers a little more. The past few weeks were very rainy and caused lots of flooding. A few weekends ago I went to Lindy's parents house in Marianna and we built a raft and floated around her flooded lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324548239957411058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SeSYaeAXxPI/AAAAAAAAACk/kBFmHIRu9VA/s320/closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our raft was made out of inner tubes and baby pools. Yes, we are supprised it worked also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324548248286613026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SeSYa9CNTiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kLPX8l6nCAE/s320/prophet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Preaching about a flood or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bought an itouch last night. I'm pretty excited to be able to put things on it and have good music to listen to in my car instead of scanning radio stations. And before I fly out to Utah in August I'll be sure to put some tight movies on it for the flight. So far I like it but I don't like apple. Why do they make things confusing and frustrating?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324549869847249522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SeSZ5V0ZAnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GxB93PYQidI/s320/iTouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for as long as I can remember I've never been able to recall my dreams I had during the night that next morning. But for the past week I've been able to remember them every night. Yesterday during work, there was a bad weather front coming through. Bringing with it a tornado warning. There was a tornado about 20 miles west of Tallahassee so they sent out an email for us to get into a hallway and shut all the doors that had windows. That wasted about thirty minutes. So with the tornado drill during work, came a dream about a tornado. Do you ever have a dream that ends in two scenarios? In my dream I was at wal-mart and could see it but it wasn't coming near me. So I couldn't decide if I wanted to go to my parents house and save Murphy (my baby dog) or go to my apartment and save my room mates. I think I ended up going to both and the tornado never came to either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of drills at work. We had the fire alarm go off while I was writting this. Someone toasted their bagel a little too long on the second floor. Yet another exciting day at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2380004850014395157?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2380004850014395157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2380004850014395157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2380004850014395157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2380004850014395157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/04/tornados-and-fires.html' title='Tornados and fires.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SeSYaeAXxPI/AAAAAAAAACk/kBFmHIRu9VA/s72-c/closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-6048298220289872768</id><published>2009-03-04T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:39:27.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first whopper.</title><content type='html'>My friend Lance is in my math class and we've started a habit, probably a very unhealthy habit, of trying to be better than the other. I may do the occasional homework and he never does. One time he didn't come to class and we just so happened to learn stuff that was gonna be pretty important for test number 2 and the rest of the class. I got pretty excited because I would now have the advantage and do better than Lance. Last tuesday we took test number 2 and both felt pretty confident about how we did. So we made a bet that whoever gets the lower score buys dinner. And somewhere along the way the winner picked out what the less of the winner ordered. Lance found out awhile ago that I've never had a Big Mac or a Whopper before. So his choice was Burger King and mine was Tropical Smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the whole class period we were both talking junk about who did better. When Timmy(our teachers name is Timothy Butler but we call him Timmy(behind his back of course)) passed out the tests I got mine before Lance. So I walk out of the class and see that I got a 96. While Lance is waiting for his test I texted him telling that he's going down. When Lance got his test and were walking to our cars we tried figuring out a way to tell what we got. Just showing the grade wasn't good enough. After some more big talk from me Lance just starts asking questions. He asked if I got above a 90. I say yes. He asked if I got below a 100. I say yes. And he says well I hope your excited to eat your first Whopper because I got a 102. I don't know how but he continues it be better than me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go to Burger King and he orders for us. A king size whopper meal. It's HUGE! So I start eating and when I'm about half way done and ready to die I look up to see that Lance has finished not only his large fries and his whopper, but he was starting to finish off my fries. Lance tells me that I can only say I've eaten a whopper if I finish it. So 1460 caleries later, I give the whopper a thumbs up but I'll stick with my chicken fries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309388379799708370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/Sa68meCMYtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/515h10uCrY8/s320/799px-Burger_King_Whopper_Combo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another cute story. While chowing down, there was an old couple there eating. The guy, who after a few minutes of observing, obviously had some memory loss problems started telling the lady with him that he was excited to play with his toy. He had a kids meal bag in front of him and after all his food was gone, he started pulling at the plastic to get the watch out. It was the cutest thing. And when they got up to leave they went to the counter and yelled back "tell the cooks the burgers were excellant tonight". I hope I'm cute when I'm old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-6048298220289872768?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/6048298220289872768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=6048298220289872768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6048298220289872768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/6048298220289872768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-whopper.html' title='My first whopper.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/Sa68meCMYtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/515h10uCrY8/s72-c/799px-Burger_King_Whopper_Combo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3139496033610895686</id><published>2009-02-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:17:53.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Ty Pennington...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SaVRY0VEIMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pqm0OKzMRUA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306737222731702466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SaVRY0VEIMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pqm0OKzMRUA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If anyone has half of a brain, you know Ty Pennington is hot stuff. This week Extreme Makeover: Home Edition is doing their thing here in Tally. So... right now, I'm in the same city as Ty Pennington. I used to watch trading spaces just for him. He is some hot stuff! But anyway, I'm gonna drive down to the house they're redoing and hopefully catch a view at my love. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3139496033610895686?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3139496033610895686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3139496033610895686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3139496033610895686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3139496033610895686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/02/mrs-ty-pennington.html' title='Mrs. Ty Pennington...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SaVRY0VEIMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pqm0OKzMRUA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-459308922874574398</id><published>2009-02-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:44:00.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I lived in the 60's...</title><content type='html'>If I lived in the 60's I would totally be a hippy. My roommates and I tie dyed shirts. I added two more to my collection of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300950389961511890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCS0Wf09I/AAAAAAAAAA8/PLjiUMtzf4k/s320/IMGP0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300950400531366146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCTbujAQI/AAAAAAAAABE/uQJV-rVVlhc/s320/IMGP0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCTwXtOKI/AAAAAAAAABM/QEvzW4ihK_0/s1600-h/IMGP0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300950406072711330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCTwXtOKI/AAAAAAAAABM/QEvzW4ihK_0/s320/IMGP0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300950415604268418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCUT4NPYI/AAAAAAAAABU/wZiO0EeeHSw/s320/IMGP0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300950428861051426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCVFQ3siI/AAAAAAAAABc/eeZgCnh-7CM/s320/IMGP0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300950685539263362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCkBduY4I/AAAAAAAAABk/OSEkBC129B4/s320/IMGP0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300950693973095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCkg4gdLI/AAAAAAAAABs/YDYROuc6uIc/s320/IMGP0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Who's who's? It goes Left to right. Natalie, Lindy, mine and then Kendals. And the two shirts on the bottom were mine and Kendals FAMU colored shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-459308922874574398?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/459308922874574398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=459308922874574398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/459308922874574398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/459308922874574398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-lived-in-60s.html' title='If I lived in the 60&apos;s...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDCS0Wf09I/AAAAAAAAAA8/PLjiUMtzf4k/s72-c/IMGP0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3871120006381878360</id><published>2009-02-02T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:40:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend.</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to put pictures in blogs yet so bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;My Fish! Clinton Kelly!! And half of Garfunkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDAKPb71sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4WSN2yozEAQ/s1600-h/IMGP0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300948043589998274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDAKPb71sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4WSN2yozEAQ/s320/IMGP0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was testing how fast my throw was. the picutres are backwards. but i threw my hardest and it didn't say how fast i got. hince the sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945316918372930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZC9rhywqkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q6wIryRxTiI/s320/IMGP0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945321512844210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZC9ry6Ku7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jH2aCRi6VRY/s320/IMGP0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZC9rQBpMOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L2TFqa6cuFg/s1600-h/IMGP0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945312148959458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZC9rQBpMOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L2TFqa6cuFg/s320/IMGP0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a hurricane machine. the wind was going like 60 mph. a weak hurricane that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZC9CO_IzuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dUu3BKGYQ2E/s1600-h/IMGP0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300944607495376610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZC9CO_IzuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dUu3BKGYQ2E/s320/IMGP0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300944451165334210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZC85InJqsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qPn8_7MUYHc/s320/IMGP0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This weekend was very busy and eventful. It started out by coming home from work on Friday and taking a nap. My roommate and I doubled our curtains in our room with very thick, dark curtains. When I say our room has no outside light coming in, I'm not exaggerating. When I woke up I went over to the guys' house. For you who don't know there are five guys from church who all live together and it just so happens that everyone I live with hangs out there or vis versa. A little bit after I got there, I found out that Forsythe, a local band who are also all members of the church, was having an acoustic show so I went. They were pretty good. Check them out on myspace. After the show we went back to the guys and played some board game called partini. It's like cranium. So I leave the guys house to go home and find out that the stupid girls that live right down the street were having their weekly weekend party. I guess they decided to invite a few more people than the normal amount everyone in our apartment complex has put up with. This time there were no parking spots. Trucks were parked everywhere on the grass and behind other cars. I had to park on the other side of the parking lot than my house even is. . But I walked into my house and there was a little problem within itself there with another roommate. I called the others to back me up. Luckily by the time they got there the cops had come and broken up that party so people were piling out of the house and leaving. So not only do I have a grudgeful roommate now, I get to dodge empty beer bottles in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday Lindy, Andrew and his sister, Lance and I went to the Human Body exhibit thing. It was pretty neat. The bodies don't really like they were a real person once. Except when you could see some of the hair on the people still. Some still had eyebrows, eyelashes, leg hairs and hairs in other gross places. I wont go into detail for those who will get grossed out but here's the website. I definitely suggest seeing it. &lt;a href="http://www.ourbodytheuniversewithin.com/"&gt;http://www.ourbodytheuniversewithin.com/&lt;/a&gt; And oh, after the body thing I got to go in a hurricane machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the body thing we went to eat at Stevi B's. It's like Cici's but so much better. Some of the pizza flavors they have there are cheeseburger, loaded baked potato, buffalo chicken, macaroni and cheese, and beef stroganoff. After eating 15 slices plus a salad (don't ve impressed, they were smaller slices.) I hung around being lazy. Me and Lindy went to the store and bought hair dye to high light her hair. We thought we found a bargain when there was a pack of two hair dyes for three dollars. After keeping in the dye forever, there wasn't even the slightest changed in her hair color. While we were at the store getting hair dye, I bought a fishy!! It's a beta fish and it's orange/pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a normal Sunday. Sleeping in, watching the office and getting up much later than I should. It was break the fast so I had to manage cooking some food and blow drying my hair. I always worry if we'll have enough food. I don't know why when I think it everytime and I'm always proved wrong. After break the fast I headed home and layed in Lindy's heated bed then got up to go to the guys to watch the super bowl. Me and Lindy had made some salsa the night before so everyone chowed on that. The game was good. I was doing homework during most of it but from what I was able to see, it was a good close game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my first test on tuesday so wish me luck. I wish I could understand functions and range domain a little better. Looks like it'll be more studying tonight :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3871120006381878360?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3871120006381878360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3871120006381878360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3871120006381878360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3871120006381878360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2L1fLlb9Hcg/SZDAKPb71sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4WSN2yozEAQ/s72-c/IMGP0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-2948401676796225846</id><published>2009-01-28T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:31:49.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I shy or just anti-social?</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you know, but I can be a pretty shy person. I've always hated the first day of classes or church activities when you have to fill out a bingo sheet by talking to people to find out who "rides a motorcycle", "who's never been in a hurricane" or "has more than six siblings". It gets awkward running around trying to find people. I also hate the people that run around looking at what everyone else has written down. I will always be the person who only talks to the people who ask me.&lt;br /&gt;So since I recently started at the Department of Financial Services, I had to, I mean I got the opportunity to attend the new employee orientation. It went from 8 to 5. And DFS does not take this lightly. They flew a few people from Miami for the day to come to this meeting. It was very unnecessarily long. But sitting next to the coffee pot the whole time only made it a tiny bit worse. But anyways, I was complaining about the get to know you bingo game because they started the meeting out with it, which already made me hate the day. This stupid blue shirt girl from Tampa was way too excited for the game. She ran around to every table copying peoples cards. And the prize for winning was a DFS lanyard. After jumping and screaming about being first to finish, she started to complain when the director announced we all won one.&lt;br /&gt;After the game there were some speakers talking about what to do and what not to do on department computers, which I found out I probably shouldn't be blogging. Then there were more speakers about benefits and deferred comp and all the things I should probably know about but didn't care to learn about. So we listened forever and then went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from lunch, I was walking up a huge hill in high heels, the day after doing a few lunges, I remember I had forgotten my gay little name tag thing. Not wanting to turn around and looking like a fool on Monroe St, I decide to walk through the building and down the 6 flights of stairs, in heels mind you. I grab the tag and walk back up the hill of horror. So after lunch we were going on a tour of the capital and to take a picture with the CFO. It's only a few blocks away but they got a bus for us to ride, thank goodness because I would have died if I had to walk more. The bus was a little late so our capital tour guide was throwing out some random Florida facts. After 15 minutes of an enthused Florida guru the bus finally comes. I get on this bus and notice I forgot my name tag in the dang classroom. I look around and notice I'm not the only one who didn't have theirs on so it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;So once at the capital we were all set up to take our picture with Alex Sink the CFO, who apparently is a big deal. I didn't know she was. I thought she was gonna be just a higher up boss. Not someone almost as important as the governor. But anyways, she took forever to get out there for the picture. So tour lady starts playing Florida Trivia with us. Even after living in Florida for nineteen years, I didn't know that the first Christmas in the US was celebrated in Tallahassee. After being quizzed on the state tree, bird and reptile Alex Sink finally comes out. She takes three pictures, tells us how important we are and leaves for a press conference. By the way, if you ever write and letter to Alex Sink, it's a girl so I'd recomend not to write Mr. Alex Sink. She gets a lot of those kinds of letters.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the old capital and started getting briefed on the history of it. I didn't feel like it was a middle school field trip until "Florida's first governor" shows up. This guy had on the worst beard and used the worst accent ever. Horrible actor. When he was done giving his speech on everything we were allowed to roam around. I found a theatre and just sat for the whole time. When we left we went up to the 22nd floor of the new capital. It's a pretty neat view. And you can see pretty far away. But for some reason, stupid blue shirt girl now with her cool DFS lanyard, decided to keep walking behind me. Every ten seconds she'd ask "where is the water", "why can't we see the gulf". She continued to ask the same questions around the whole perimeter of the building. Stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;So we ride the bus back and have even more long boring speakers. I left early so I could make it to class on time. After class I snuck into the itermural fields and played soccer with some friends and I'm proud to say, I made the first two goals of the game. And I've never played a game of soccer before.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, if you ever join DFS, bring things to keep you occupied for orientation. I can't wait for the two day training next month....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-2948401676796225846?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/2948401676796225846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=2948401676796225846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2948401676796225846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/2948401676796225846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-shy-or-anti-social.html' title='Am I shy or just anti-social?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285117327900161960.post-3585280478062632136</id><published>2009-01-12T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:24:22.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally gave in...</title><content type='html'>So... everyone eventually does it. They give in and start blogging. Even when they promise their momthey would never do such a thing. I don't ever want to feel like I'm blabbling on. I hate blogs that do that but now that I have a job where I have plenty of free time to think about things to say, I'll start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December I started a new job. It's the same place as my old one, just with a new Bureau and a lot more pay. I'm an "administrative assistant" or basically a secritary. I got the job through Becky Rosier and it's been great. Aside from running out of work by noon everyday, I like it. It gives me a nice chance to catch up on the news or do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started classes again last week. It's totally different going from a private church school to a community college. I was a little thrown off when the teacher didn't start the class with a prayer. And heaven forbid a kid was wearing backetball shorts and flip flops to class.... not pants and close toed shoes. If only I wasn't going to class straight from work, I'd take the opertunity to dress down for class just because I could. But anyways, I'm taking just one class this semester. It's college algebra so with working full time and taking the most dropped class in college, so I figured that one class was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during one boring day at work I decided to check out air fair to SLC and it ended up that it's pretty cheap. I'd love to go out to Utah and back up to Reburg and visit but I'm not certain it's gonna happen still. This morning it was 20 degrees and not nearly as cold as it gets in Rexburg so it made me a little aprehensive to buying a plane ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, there's my little update. I hope I didn't ramble on too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285117327900161960-3585280478062632136?l=kristen1288.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/feeds/3585280478062632136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285117327900161960&amp;postID=3585280478062632136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3585280478062632136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285117327900161960/posts/default/3585280478062632136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristen1288.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-gave-in.html' title='I finally gave in...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021545149521574786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
