<?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-12102908</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:47:59.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Seven</title><subtitle type='html'>As you have already guessed I'm "one of seven."  Six sisters and one brother.  God put me right in the middle, a place that I love!  You get the best of both worlds this way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-8080311030916106983</id><published>2007-09-01T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T16:57:17.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, its that time again...</title><content type='html'>Can you belive September is here? Where has the summer gone? To be honest I thought this summer went on and on, but now that I'm leaving again I wish it wasn't over so fast. (did that make any sense?) Anyway, I love you all so much and I hope the next three months are wonderful for all of you. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-8080311030916106983?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/8080311030916106983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=8080311030916106983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/8080311030916106983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/8080311030916106983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-its-that-time-again.html' title='Well, its that time again...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-4803795190489240537</id><published>2007-07-31T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:06:45.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really a good deal....</title><content type='html'>I found two jet skies with new mortors and a trailer to pull them with for $4500! Anyone want to split it? I mean, school can wait till next year right? Jet skies are much more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-4803795190489240537?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/4803795190489240537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=4803795190489240537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/4803795190489240537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/4803795190489240537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-really-good-deal.html' title='It&apos;s really a good deal....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-3597680380518605386</id><published>2007-07-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:58:37.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, rain,</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love the rain? Not every day of course, but it just feels so very wonderful today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-3597680380518605386?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/3597680380518605386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=3597680380518605386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/3597680380518605386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/3597680380518605386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain, rain, rain,'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-2537512925002687691</id><published>2007-07-14T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T11:14:49.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I signed up for this!</title><content type='html'>Logos is putting together a team and I signed up...oh boy... I guess it is for charity -support our local firefighters!- so it's a good cause. Check out the link below and see what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lynden.net/mod.php?mod=userpage&amp;menu=906&amp;amp;page_id=13" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-2537512925002687691?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/2537512925002687691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=2537512925002687691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/2537512925002687691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/2537512925002687691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-believe-i-signed-up-for-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I signed up for this!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-6909052102335248874</id><published>2007-06-28T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:26:03.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it. Ditzy people annoy me. So to say that I was annoyed with myself yesterday is a huge understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I forgot my credit card and had to drive back home to get it. (note: always have a checkbook just in case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was time for an oil change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I would like an oil change please".&lt;br /&gt;Their response&lt;br /&gt;"Lady, you are in the wrong place, this is First Advance you need to go next door.&lt;br /&gt;My response&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well, I'm sure you could do a better job". (Note: always read the sign above the door before walking into a store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go get those tabs for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting in line for 30min. it was almost my turn. I looked up and saw a sign that read "cash or checks only" (so much for needing my credit card).  Anyway, I walked over to the ATM and just to be really safe I withdrew $40.00. I thought no way would it be more than $20.00 for a dumb sticker. (Note: Again, always have a checkbook)&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. After I had waited another 30 min I glanced down at the card I was holding and it said the total would be $43.75. (Note: never assume that something will be inexpensive.)&lt;br /&gt;I refused to go back to the ATM because it charges you that stupid $2.00 fine. So instead I bought a .75 candy bar (there goes my diet) and asked for $5.00 cash back.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting another 30 min, it was my turn. The man looked at my card for the tabs and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, that'll be $47.75 please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at him before saying:&lt;br /&gt;"You're kidding me! The card says right there that it's $43.75!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am, but there is a $4.00 fee for not mailing it in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to cry, but instead I snatched the card back from him and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, I'll mail it in." (note: Always, always mail in your tab renewal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up wasting $2.00 on the ATM machine and .75 on a candy bar, not to mention the calories! That may not seem like much to you, but to a college student that's huge!  Anyway, I headed back to Prime Tune &amp; Breaks and told my sad story to the man who had just fixed my car. At least someone got a kick out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-6909052102335248874?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/6909052102335248874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=6909052102335248874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/6909052102335248874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/6909052102335248874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-743645648137416051</id><published>2007-06-22T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:28:40.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done</title><content type='html'>It's done, it's over. We are truly out of our house that we have lived in since moving to Washington eights years ago. This morning was a mad dash to throw all my suitcases into my car and then head off to work; it didn't even hit me that this would be the last time I'm ever in that wonderful house that has been my most favorite place on earth. All day I could't really belive that it's gone, so many, many memories were made there.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of climbing out onto the roof to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters taking midnight walks and lying in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;Kristi, jumping from Kelsey's window onto the garage roof and then wondering how to get down.&lt;br /&gt;Josiah spending hours and hours practicing for basketball on our sportscourt.&lt;br /&gt; Karin, practicing piano at 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey, trying out every new recipie she could find, everything she made was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Kaylie, going from one person to the next drawing their picture, or hanging out in Grandma's room keeping her company.&lt;br /&gt;Kati and all her family having a blast getting her wedding ready.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, studying early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Mom, doing everything, including never runing out of coffee for her daughers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess none of these things have to change in our new house, but it will be different. Right now I just want to cry. (even if it is only a house)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-743645648137416051?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/743645648137416051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=743645648137416051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/743645648137416051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/743645648137416051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-2067235994894065648</id><published>2007-06-15T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:55:20.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Went To PCC When . . .</title><content type='html'>You Know You Went To PCC When . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. You feel slightly violated each time you get on an elevator with a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;2. You name your vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your neighbors have observed you closing all the blinds in your house about the same time every night.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have ever borrowed a roll of toilet paper from your next-door neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your umbrella has your name permanently written in marker.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your heart still skips a beat when your pastor tells the congregation to shake hands while the choir sings.&lt;br /&gt;7. You have a button on your car radio programmed to 89.5 FM.&lt;br /&gt;8. You still place any nametag you're asked to wear "high and right."&lt;br /&gt;9. The letters DHA, DC, CPO, PL, APL, AC, DP, VC, and PH mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;10. The word "socialed" still carries with it a bad connotation.&lt;br /&gt;11. You know exactly how long a gallon of milk will stay fresh on ice.&lt;br /&gt;12. You still abbreviate Thursday with the letter "R."&lt;br /&gt;13. To this day, whenever you walk by a fountain, you have to fight an uncontrollable urge to dump a gallon of Tide into it.&lt;br /&gt;14. You know exactly how many days there are between Labor Day and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;15. You still limit all local calls to 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;16. You have been told you cannot take a final exam because of an outstanding fifty-cent library fee.&lt;br /&gt;17. You know how to operate a Macintosh computer.&lt;br /&gt;18. You get a box in the mail and wonder if it has food in it.&lt;br /&gt;19. You think of Dr. Mullenix when you see a bottle of hair spray!&lt;br /&gt;20. You consider a long leisurely walk a date.&lt;br /&gt;21. You suspect the lady across the street of writing you up when you kiss your spouse at your front door.&lt;br /&gt;22. You wish you still had 11:00 lights-out that made you stop everything you're doing and go to BED.&lt;br /&gt;23. You choose what to wear according to your collegian's colors.&lt;br /&gt;24. You have very good friends who live in seven different States and two foreign countries.&lt;br /&gt;25. You feel guilty when you chew gum inside a building.&lt;br /&gt;26. You watched the first 10 minutes of "Rejoice" every week during Christmas vacation to see if you were on TV.&lt;br /&gt;27. You decorated your dining room in purple, orange, red and blue.&lt;br /&gt;28. You talk about having gone "up" to Alabama to shop at the outlet mall.&lt;br /&gt;29. You put up a shower schedule on the bathroom mirror every night.&lt;br /&gt;30. You were ever warned to swim on the "sound" side of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;31. You "meet and say goodbye" to all your dates at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;32. You consider going to church a "date".&lt;br /&gt;33. You now feel wealthy because you have a cloth-covered mattress.&lt;br /&gt;34. You lead your family in a hymn before every meal.&lt;br /&gt;35. You are proud to be associated with something called a "Turkey Bowl".&lt;br /&gt;36. You refer to chores as "room Jobs"&lt;br /&gt;37. Every time you go to a Bowling ally, you flash your Drivers License at the door.&lt;br /&gt;38. Every time you hear a bell ring, you feel the urge to stand and sing the doxology!&lt;br /&gt;39. you name your elevators.&lt;br /&gt;40. someone says "squirrel" and you stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;41. you try to flash the back of your AmSouth card to get into your house...&lt;br /&gt;42. you STILL think all of your phone calls might be listened to.&lt;br /&gt;43. every time someone says "there goes the neighborhood" you think you're in a church service.&lt;br /&gt;44.You ALWAYS check you mail to make sure it's yours because you might just be sharing a mail box still.&lt;br /&gt;45. Hand Check&lt;br /&gt;46. When asked to speak in public, the words "The Efective Speaker Always..." pops into your head.&lt;br /&gt;47. You go home on a break and you see all your friends of the opposite sex and they give you hugs and you instantly start to the think that chaps are coming for ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-2067235994894065648?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/2067235994894065648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=2067235994894065648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/2067235994894065648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/2067235994894065648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-you-went-to-pcc-when.html' title='You Know You Went To PCC When . . .'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-1044036415231622985</id><published>2007-05-25T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:49:41.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rlc9sCtHBRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qvlf63leEOY/s1600-h/PICT3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068587732478395666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rlc9sCtHBRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qvlf63leEOY/s400/PICT3574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rlc9sytHBSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fwhWCpUSSJY/s1600-h/PICT3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068587745363297570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rlc9sytHBSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fwhWCpUSSJY/s400/PICT3569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/12102908-1044036415231622985?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/1044036415231622985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=1044036415231622985' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/1044036415231622985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/1044036415231622985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-love-softball.html' title='We Love Softball'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rlc9sCtHBRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qvlf63leEOY/s72-c/PICT3574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-7069689367900976484</id><published>2007-05-24T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:50:51.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost interesting</title><content type='html'>I thought I was going to have some big interesting story to tell you about this gunman running around South Campus at St. Josephs Hospital (nearby Logos) with a rifle; however, it just turned out to be a worker carrying in a prosthetic leg. The police did manage to set up several barricades and a boarder control helicopter was flying around here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was going to be a good story. In fact, I was on my way out the door to go save everyone. My plan was to first grab my sister Kristi, who is working a couple streets up at the pregnancy clinic, and the two of us would take down this guy. Oh well, maybe next time we'll get to him before they discover it was only a prosthetic leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-7069689367900976484?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/7069689367900976484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=7069689367900976484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/7069689367900976484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/7069689367900976484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-interesting.html' title='Almost interesting'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-4304695945117295897</id><published>2007-05-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:20:48.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6MzP9TXLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ntw1AzyVQH0/s1600-h/DSCN1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061637843295886514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6MzP9TXLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ntw1AzyVQH0/s400/DSCN1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals Week! This is how we study and de-stress ourselves. Yeah, we're good students&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Mzf9TXMI/AAAAAAAAADk/WB_soU0TBPo/s1600-h/DSCN2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061637847590853826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Mzf9TXMI/AAAAAAAAADk/WB_soU0TBPo/s400/DSCN2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Mzv9TXNI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z_-KWTOuDYY/s1600-h/DSCN2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061637851885821138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Mzv9TXNI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z_-KWTOuDYY/s400/DSCN2002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/12102908-4304695945117295897?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/4304695945117295897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=4304695945117295897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/4304695945117295897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/4304695945117295897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/05/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6MzP9TXLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ntw1AzyVQH0/s72-c/DSCN1996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-1830971094397183843</id><published>2007-05-06T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:16:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Lyf9TXII/AAAAAAAAADE/V4nS7hDJpPs/s1600-h/100_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061636730899356802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Lyf9TXII/AAAAAAAAADE/V4nS7hDJpPs/s400/100_1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Lyv9TXJI/AAAAAAAAADM/FSGHQTbX8C0/s1600-h/100_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061636735194324114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Lyv9TXJI/AAAAAAAAADM/FSGHQTbX8C0/s400/100_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6LzP9TXKI/AAAAAAAAADU/dpvnIlAJ_jA/s1600-h/S5300255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061636743784258722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6LzP9TXKI/AAAAAAAAADU/dpvnIlAJ_jA/s400/S5300255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Kof9TXFI/AAAAAAAAACc/BH06y7POwO0/s1600-h/100_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fine Arts Time....Again! This time around it was an opera "The Impressario" and "Amahl and the Night Visitors". &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Kov9TXGI/AAAAAAAAACk/gHZmHMZqaCE/s1600-h/S5300255.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Ko_9TXHI/AAAAAAAAACs/guOzZ7Jdnhs/s1600-h/100_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6J3_9TXDI/AAAAAAAAACM/okv0P2eJW4Y/s1600-h/100_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-1830971094397183843?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/1830971094397183843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=1830971094397183843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/1830971094397183843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/1830971094397183843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/05/fine-arts-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/Rj6Lyf9TXII/AAAAAAAAADE/V4nS7hDJpPs/s72-c/100_1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-8682110420182704237</id><published>2007-04-02T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:11:10.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt</title><content type='html'>There were clounds, it was windy, true it was very warm, but I didn't think I would get this burnt! I suppose I'm just paying the price for beauty, but right now I don't think it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to the beach with my friends. We were only there for 4 hours, but I guess 4 hours at a Florida Beach can really fry somebody! We had wonderful time chasing crabs back into their holes and then filling the holes with sand. We also almost stepped on a stingraye....oops. My friend's friend's arm got shredded by a shark, actually I don't think it was that serious, it just looked worse than it really was. I don't mean to sound insensitive or anything, but he is going to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going to be home in just 5 weeks! This semester has gone by way to fast. I'm excited to come back, but at the same time the thought of not seeing my friends for 3 whole months makes me want burst out crying.....sniff, sniff. Then again, the seeing my family again makes up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now, I have quizes and tests and projects all due this week and I'm goofing off at a coffee shop! For shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-8682110420182704237?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/8682110420182704237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=8682110420182704237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/8682110420182704237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/8682110420182704237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunburnt.html' title='Sunburnt'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-9105233776924058142</id><published>2007-04-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:03:27.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/RhFTF8c85fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ryyu6LJYBos/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048908018851046898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/RhFTF8c85fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ryyu6LJYBos/s400/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi Guys, I'm still alive...I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/RhFTGMc85gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nbuqRtgCkUM/s1600-h/DSCN1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048908023146014210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/RhFTGMc85gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nbuqRtgCkUM/s400/DSCN1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm hot, exhausted, starving and completly fried! But I'm so happy; so, so happy! These are my dolphins, I named each one of them! They are just the cutest things every! I'm going to bring one home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/RhFSEcc85eI/AAAAAAAAABs/gLs4EcDxSDw/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048906893569615330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/RhFSEcc85eI/AAAAAAAAABs/gLs4EcDxSDw/s400/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dolphin was so cute and so tame, it swam right up to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-9105233776924058142?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/9105233776924058142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=9105233776924058142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/9105233776924058142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/9105233776924058142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-dolphin-was-so-cute-and-so-tame-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/RhFTF8c85fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ryyu6LJYBos/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-117174492895093766</id><published>2007-02-17T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:42:09.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Way to0 much chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/190304/DSCN1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/287923/DSCN1874.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/813741/Fine%20Arts%201%20-%20Version%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/831246/Fine%20Arts%201%20-%20Version%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              My date needs to relax a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-117174492895093766?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/117174492895093766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=117174492895093766' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/117174492895093766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/117174492895093766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116994944936034780</id><published>2007-01-27T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:03:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/438676/PICT3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/332423/PICT3109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/396653/PICT3101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/265652/PICT3101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/45737/PICT3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/869081/PICT3110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Kelsey, Kaisha and I at the Space Needle, it was freezing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116994944936034780?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116994944936034780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116994944936034780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116994944936034780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116994944936034780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/01/seattle-trip.html' title='Seattle Trip'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116993615423896028</id><published>2007-01-27T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:15:54.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey ya'll....</title><content type='html'>...I love you and can't wait until May so I can see everyone again!  Okay gotta run, it's time to get a tan!!!  Nevermind, it's raining again, maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116993615423896028?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116993615423896028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116993615423896028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116993615423896028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116993615423896028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-yall.html' title='Hey ya&apos;ll....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116849309779722639</id><published>2007-01-10T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:24:57.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I know this is the third post in one day, but I just had such an amazing time I have to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was well on my way to bed, I know, I know it's still early, but I was exhausted from working all day.  Anyway, on my way upstairs Karin stopped me and said: "Hey Kim, I'm going out for a midnight walk wanna join me?" I couldn't resist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know Karin and I are on break from Florida and we don't have a bit of snow clothes.  So we put on our warmest sweats and then over that we put on Karin's scrub pants.  I used socks for mittens and Karin wrapped plastic garbage bags around her legs to keep the snow out.  Yeah, we looked pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;Once outside we walked up and down our lane and then Karin had a brilliant plan.  She decided we should go to the middle of the road (not our private lane, but the real road) and lie down in the middle of it.  That was great until the cars came and we almost died. (the cars had a real hard time stopping suddenly on the ice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Karin wanted to fall straight back into the snow.  Well, I watched her do it so gracefully and then I tried it.  I must weigh allot more than her because I sank straight to the ground and got the wind knocked out of me.  In fact my head is still hurting from it.  We told each other our deepest, darkest secrets and giggled like little kids.  Then Karin spied her car buried in about ten inches of snow.  As she attempted to scrape it all off with her boot I started throwing snowballs and Kelsey and Kaylie's window trying to wake them up.  I found out that if the snow does not pack well just spit on it and then let it freeze.  I know, that's not very ladylike, but it works!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh Karin just made me a cup of cocoa with Hershey's syrup...so much for my diet. I must be off, I still have more secrets to tell my sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116849309779722639?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116849309779722639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116849309779722639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116849309779722639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116849309779722639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-i-know-this-is-third-post-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116847334493258820</id><published>2007-01-10T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:55:44.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sidenote</title><content type='html'>Never ever, ever, ask for whipped cream on green tea.  The two just don't go together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116847334493258820?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116847334493258820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116847334493258820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116847334493258820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116847334493258820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/01/sidenote.html' title='sidenote'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116845903259899966</id><published>2007-01-10T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:57:12.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Snowed!</title><content type='html'>You guys, this is the first time I've seen snow this fall/winter!  My friends in Florida are going to be so jealous.  It is a little to cold for me though.  Right now I'm wearting about three layers plus a hat and scarf even though I'm in Logos and they keep the temperature at 71.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it came before I go back to school.  Sun and Beach here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116845903259899966?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116845903259899966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116845903259899966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116845903259899966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116845903259899966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-snowed.html' title='It Snowed!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116775056155833577</id><published>2007-01-02T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T07:10:51.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bring on the Rain" ~JoDee Messina</title><content type='html'>Another day has almost come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Cant imagine what else could wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Id like to hide away somewhere and lock the door&lt;br /&gt;A single battle lost but not the war (cause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows another day&lt;br /&gt;And Im thirsty anyway&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost like the hard times circle round&lt;br /&gt;A couple drops and they all start coming down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might feel defeated,&lt;br /&gt;I might hang my head&lt;br /&gt;I might be barely breathing - but Im not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows another day&lt;br /&gt;And Im thirsty anyway&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna let it get me down&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;And Im not gonna lose any sleep tonight (cause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows another day&lt;br /&gt;And I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116775056155833577?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116775056155833577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116775056155833577' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116775056155833577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116775056155833577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2007/01/bring-on-rain-jodee-messina.html' title='&quot;Bring on the Rain&quot; ~JoDee Messina'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116563305396777614</id><published>2006-12-08T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:57:33.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>I have become addicted to two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Racquetball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) PowerPoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I come home I'll have to show ya'll my PowerPoint presentation of me and my friends playing racquetball!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116563305396777614?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116563305396777614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116563305396777614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116563305396777614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116563305396777614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/12/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116517072627316840</id><published>2006-12-03T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:33:33.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advice?</title><content type='html'>This is what a Junior told me when I was staying in my room all night to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kimi, it's okay to get C's in college....college is a party!!!  I would rather make B's and C's then have no memories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I agree with her and take time to have fun and goof off?  Or should I keep on studying like I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116517072627316840?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116517072627316840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116517072627316840' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116517072627316840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116517072627316840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-advice.html' title='Good Advice?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116457837056824260</id><published>2006-11-26T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:59:30.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karin says hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/205994/DSCN1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/76452/DSCN1552.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116457837056824260?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116457837056824260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116457837056824260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116457837056824260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116457837056824260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/11/karin-says-hi.html' title='Karin says hi!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116457766860742216</id><published>2006-11-26T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:47:48.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Lights Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/496390/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/264368/Picture%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/335376/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/324879/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/976510/DSCN1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/448203/DSCN1543.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best night of the semester....The Christmas Lights Concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/600431/DSCN1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/169130/DSCN1531.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit outside on blankets and wait until 5:30 when the whole campus is lit up and the Christmas music begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/684603/DSCN1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/382877/DSCN1530.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116457766860742216?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116457766860742216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116457766860742216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116457766860742216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116457766860742216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-lights-concert.html' title='The Christmas Lights Concert'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116457600324703993</id><published>2006-11-26T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:20:03.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is how I spent Thanksgiving; going to a play about Queen Victoria.  Our escorts dressed up in the Victorian era tuxes or suits or whatever you call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/834593/DSCN1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/914805/DSCN1602.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/136168/DSCN1593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/811163/DSCN1593.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/367993/DSCN1597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/534586/DSCN1597.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/961663/DSCN1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/116677/DSCN1591.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/1600/426404/DSCN1587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6818/1008/320/647241/DSCN1587.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play itself was cute, but for some reason I was so thirsty through the whole thing that I couldn't wait for it to be over just so I could get a drink!  Next time I'm bringing a water bottle with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll soon. (ya'll, do you like that?  Thats how I talk now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116457600324703993?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116457600324703993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116457600324703993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116457600324703993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116457600324703993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-how-i-spent-thanksgiving-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116370614068449537</id><published>2006-11-16T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:46:27.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado!</title><content type='html'>I thought Florida got hurricanes not tornados!?  We sure got one today&lt;br /&gt;though.  I seriously thought we were all going to be blown away into the&lt;br /&gt;sky.  I watched as one guy's umbrella top broke off and went flying&lt;br /&gt;straight up.  It looked like a flying saucer!  Once when it got really bad&lt;br /&gt;the faculty put us all in a lockdown for 2 hours.  Wherever you were you&lt;br /&gt;had to just stay there and wait.  It's amazing what people do when they&lt;br /&gt;get bored.  Unfortunately I was in the building where my math class was so&lt;br /&gt;I still had to go to class.  Tennis class of course was canceled, we got&lt;br /&gt;to play volleyball instead.  My tennis class played against the volleyball&lt;br /&gt;class and we beat them! (highlight of my semester right there:) Once when&lt;br /&gt;my friend and I were sitting on a bench in the Academic Center waiting for&lt;br /&gt;class, a leak sprung and water started pouring on us. The whole town is&lt;br /&gt;messed up and blown apart, but everyone is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been one exciting day, even though everyone smells like a wet&lt;br /&gt;dog now...gross!  Oh...I forgot to tell you about the lightening.....it&lt;br /&gt;was awesome.....so was the thunder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116370614068449537?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116370614068449537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116370614068449537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116370614068449537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116370614068449537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/11/tornado.html' title='Tornado!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116261404318222933</id><published>2006-11-03T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:22:26.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Ahh....November...holidays, colder weather, sweaters, scarves and coats.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but not here!  Today it reached 85 and I got sun burnt while playing&lt;br /&gt;tennis!  This morning on the way to breakfast the birds were singing and&lt;br /&gt;the squirrels were playing tag on the grass.  I think&lt;br /&gt;Florida is mixed up with what time of year it is, the sun is getting&lt;br /&gt;brighter each day....and I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116261404318222933?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116261404318222933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116261404318222933' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116261404318222933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116261404318222933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-116207805651901947</id><published>2006-10-28T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:27:36.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"Character is what you are in the dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -D.L Moody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-116207805651901947?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/116207805651901947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=116207805651901947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116207805651901947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/116207805651901947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115993401504863150</id><published>2006-10-03T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:53:35.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Update</title><content type='html'>Today I did laundry in the sink to save 50 cents on not using the washing&lt;br /&gt;machine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115993401504863150?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115993401504863150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115993401504863150' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115993401504863150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115993401504863150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/10/college-update.html' title='College Update'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115784385266429156</id><published>2006-09-09T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:17:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first few days of college life :)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm alive, safe and sound, I'm sure no one was really&lt;br /&gt;worried.  The past couple days have flown by so fast.  Classes have already&lt;br /&gt;started and homework is piling up.  Can you believe I already have 3 quizzes&lt;br /&gt;next week?  Oh yeah, and a test.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Here's what a typical day is like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50am  Jump into the shower and get ready as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30am  Room inspection (if you're beds aren't made you get 5 demerits!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00am  First class of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am  Second class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am  Chapel services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00am  Lunch if you have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 noon  3rd class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 4th class which happens to be P.E.  I'm taking tennis!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 Last class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-7:00 dinner, whenever you get a chance in between the studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we'll have collegian meetings or some other meeting every couple&lt;br /&gt;of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 Prayer and Share time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Lights Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not every day is like that, but that is how my Wednesdays are. &lt;br /&gt;We only get 10 minutes to get from one class to the other.   So after I&lt;br /&gt;play an hour of tennis in the 90 degree heat I have to run up 6 flights of&lt;br /&gt;stairs to my math class!  Poor fellow math students!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech so far is my favorite subject; I have my first speech due on&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.  I'm writing it on the Eschbach's New Year's Eve party when I,&lt;br /&gt;along with some others jumped into Lake Whatcom at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microcomputer's is pretty fun also, but we have to get our homework off the&lt;br /&gt;net and I can't find the sight for it!  We have a quiz on that homework on&lt;br /&gt;Monday.  Uh-oh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting or English/Grammar may be a little challenging, mainly because&lt;br /&gt;my teachers are scary, but I still like them.  All my other classes should&lt;br /&gt;be fine.  For tennis we have to take a physical fitness exam at the end of&lt;br /&gt;the semester which includes running a mile in a certain time frame, 100&lt;br /&gt;crunches and 100 push-ups (I think the push-ups can be girl style). &lt;br /&gt;That'll be interesting to see how that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the only alligator I've seen was in my dreams last night, but&lt;br /&gt;believe me that was close enough!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love it down here; I feel that this is where I'm supposed to&lt;br /&gt;be.  I thank God every night that Karin is down here with me.  I really&lt;br /&gt;don't know what I would have done the first few days without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run; I and some friends are going to the commons to study before our&lt;br /&gt;first collegian meeting.  I'll write more next Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115784385266429156?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115784385266429156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115784385266429156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115784385266429156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115784385266429156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-first-few-days-of-college-life.html' title='My first few days of college life :)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115738137795659770</id><published>2006-09-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:49:37.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving, I'm Truly Leaving!</title><content type='html'>Goodbye everyone, I'll miss all of you so, so much.  See you at Christmas time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115738137795659770?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115738137795659770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115738137795659770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115738137795659770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115738137795659770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-leaving-im-truly-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m leaving, I&apos;m Truly Leaving!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115703853898129207</id><published>2006-08-31T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:35:39.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>I am officially unemployed.  My last day at Logos was yesterday; now I'm sitting at home wondering what on earth do I do now?  Oh, I have so many things to do before school, but this is just weird being here at this time.  I loved working at Logos for the past 2 1/2 years; it's probably been one of the best experiences in my life.  Hard as it was at times and frustrating I loved all of it.  Funny how when you don't have something anymore all you can remember is how much you liked it and you don't remember anything of things you didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the shipping department is taking me out to Anthony's for a goodbye lunch; Anthony's has the best desert in the entire world!!!  I love that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go upstairs and find something useful to do with myself.  Hmmm...Maybe I'll pour ice cold water on Kristi while she's sleeping...that sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  One more thing....we're getting a puppy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make that two more things...Josiah got a job, 8 hours a day every day, at least until school starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115703853898129207?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115703853898129207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115703853898129207' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115703853898129207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115703853898129207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/08/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115679257671973958</id><published>2006-08-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:16:16.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear, Sweet, Sweet Kimi</title><content type='html'>Here is a goodbye poem for me written by Kaylie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, Sweet, Sweet Kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I will miss you Sweet, sweet Kimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I will miss you reading at night, when I use the bathroom, sweet, sweet Kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I will miss you getting mad at me in your sleep, sweet, sweet Kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I will miss you telling me to turn of the light, sweet, sweet Kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I will NOT miss saying sweet, sweet Kimi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115679257671973958?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115679257671973958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115679257671973958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115679257671973958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115679257671973958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-sweet-sweet-kimi.html' title='Dear, Sweet, Sweet Kimi'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115630320982256873</id><published>2006-08-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:20:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Days and Counting!</title><content type='html'>13 more days.....I'm going school shopping tomorrow, I've never been school shopping so this is brand new to me.  I'm going to try to stay under a $200 limit.....yeah right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone look after Kaylie while I'm gone?  I'll miss my baby sister.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115630320982256873?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115630320982256873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115630320982256873' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115630320982256873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115630320982256873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/08/13-days-and-counting.html' title='13 Days and Counting!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115388548139106030</id><published>2006-07-25T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:47:21.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh.....</title><content type='html'>Okay, get this, we have at least 13 girls (and who knows how many guys) spending the night at our house before Kati's wedding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone see the problem yet?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine having to be out the door by 7:00am and having to take turns in the bathroom?  That's going to be like 15 showers in one morning, plus we all need mirrors to do our makeup and everything.  Right now I'm going to make out a detailed schedule of who gets to take a shower when and how long you can spend taking it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....this is going to be very, very, interesting!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....but think of how much fun it will be also!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115388548139106030?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115388548139106030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115388548139106030' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115388548139106030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115388548139106030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/07/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh.....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115377092542094939</id><published>2006-07-24T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:56:24.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>I watched "Much Ado About Nothing" last night.  I cried, laughed and got terribly confused all at once.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of my favorite quotes from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love!" ~Claudio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speak cousin, or if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss and let him not speak either." ~ Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I said I would die a Bachelor, I did not think I should live until I married!" ~ Benedict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady, as you are mine I am yours". ~Claudio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many, many more quotes, but I got tired of writing them all down.  Anyway, it was a cute movie; I think I'll watch it again someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115377092542094939?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115377092542094939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115377092542094939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115377092542094939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115377092542094939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/07/quotes-from-shakespeare.html' title='Quotes from Shakespeare'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-115081265028571307</id><published>2006-06-20T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T07:10:50.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Josiah!!!</title><content type='html'>I would write a long post all about you, but I'm already late...maybe when I come home. :)&lt;br /&gt;I love you brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-115081265028571307?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/115081265028571307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=115081265028571307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115081265028571307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/115081265028571307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-josiah.html' title='Happy Birthday Josiah!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114852572224804915</id><published>2006-05-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:12:03.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Thinking About It</title><content type='html'>Day's turn into weeks, weeks into months, before I know it I'm off to Florida!  I think about it all the time, I can't get if off my mind.  Classes, teachers, new friends, being away from home(that part is kinda sad).  I have no idea what to expect, but whatever happens I know it's going to be wonderful!  Change is not a bad thing, it's good.  Change use to terrifies me, I wanted things to stay the exact way they were, but with every change that has happened I find myself liking it better than before.  Now I'm just plain excited!!!  Sometimes I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world, even though I know luck has nothing to do with it and God has everything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed evening everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114852572224804915?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114852572224804915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114852572224804915' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114852572224804915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114852572224804915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/05/cant-stop-thinking-about-it.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Thinking About It'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114634286554527405</id><published>2006-04-29T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:59:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work? On a Saturday?</title><content type='html'>It just doesn't seem right does it?  I'm sure there are plenty of you who work on Saturday's....I'm just not one of then and to be honest, I'm not sure I like it.  The fact that I'm all by myself doesn't really help either.  But as of right now I'm done, finished for the weekend.  Stupid to be complaining about working when I only had to work 4 hours, I am getting paid after all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is pounding so hard that it has sprung a leak in the roof.  I love the rain; I love it so much that I had to run around in it for while even though I was supposed to be working.  It's the drenching rain, the kind that if you step outside for 10 seconds you are completely soaked!  To anyone who is driving around in this weather; please, please be very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had such an eventful week, I think I shall share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: work and softball.  We lost, but so what?  Like a good friend told me: "Losing builds character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Ah yes, Tuesday.  Tuesday, I had to get 4 shots which included a TB skin test.  For the skin test the nurse slid a needle under the surface of my skin and injected something which made a round, white bubble.  It didn't hurt a bit and it was fascinating to watch.  My only complaint is that it left a bruise.  One of the other shots she gave me hit a blood vessel which popped and made my arm really sore, but I've decided it was worth it.  Vaccinations really are a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;After that it was off to work and then book study.  I was supposed to head up to the "Y" at 4:30 for my twice a week workout class, but my arms were way to sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  I GOT THE DAY OFF!!!!  So Kelsey Beld, Mandy Holden and I all went to down to Seattle for the day.  It would take a whole new post to tell you all the things we did and how much fun we had doing it so I'll shall just say it was super fun!  Thanks to my dear sister Kelsey for filling in for me at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I got the results of my TB test.  I'm pleased to announce that I do not have Tuberculosis.  Thursday is another day that I'm supposed to go up to the "Y", but my arms were still way to sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: After a looooong day at work Kelsey and I went over to the Holden's for a girl’s movie night!  Ahhh....Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken...what a good show!  The pizza was yummy and so were the cookies.  Even though I fell asleep during the 2nd movie it was still a wonderful time.  Kyle, Ryan and I believe Russell t.p'd. our cars while we were inside.  They tied very nice bows on them, quite impressive for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe that brings you up to the present.  I'm thinking about heading home even though I would rather wait until the rain lets up a bit.  I was hoping for a good game or two of tennis, but it looks like I may have to wait until tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, my friends and to those of you who are in college right now.....HURRY HOME!!!  I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114634286554527405?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114634286554527405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114634286554527405' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114634286554527405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114634286554527405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/04/work-on-saturday.html' title='Work? On a Saturday?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114486895105734536</id><published>2006-04-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:09:11.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Whole Year...and a day</title><content type='html'>Wow, I just realized that as of yesterday I have had this blog for one WHOLE year!!!!(And a day) Funny, but it doesn't seem like it's been that long at all.  Hmm...I feel like celebrating, you know, it is lunch break right now so I think I'll go buy some Easter candy for my celebration party.  Perfect, Rite Aid is having a 60% off sale.  If anyone wants some candy drop by and I'll give ya some...but not any chocolate, the chocolate is for me and me only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114486895105734536?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114486895105734536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114486895105734536' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114486895105734536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114486895105734536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-whole-yearand-day.html' title='One Whole Year...and a day'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114450091271240399</id><published>2006-04-08T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:55:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Everyone!</title><content type='html'>C'mon you guys, it's gorgeous outside, what are ya'll doing still in bed?  So what if it's Saturday?  Just run outside for a while and that'll wake you up.  I really wish I could play some basketball right now, but I'm not sure the neighbors would approve of my early morning racket.  Seriously though, it is so peaceful this time of morning, a couple of birds are signing, but everything else is as still as can be.  In a few hours the world will be waking up (or at least Whatcom County) but for right now it feels like it's just me.  It's a wonderful feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big plans for today, tons and tons of thing to get done before heading down to Seattle for dress fittings.  But right now I'm gonna go upstairs and make everyone a huge breakfast!  I had no idea how much fun cooking really is, slowly but surely I'm learning!  My Mom and Kelsey are extremely patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better get started, probably by 8:30 or so tonight I'm going to be passed out on the couch while the rest of you are getting ready to have fun, but hey, at least I have my mornings.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Happy Saturday to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114450091271240399?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114450091271240399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114450091271240399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114450091271240399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114450091271240399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/04/wake-up-everyone_08.html' title='Wake Up Everyone!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114377713946780504</id><published>2006-03-30T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:13:32.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>What a good day!  More like good week, month, year so far!  Let's see if it keeps going on like this, I hope it does.  The sun was gorgeous today and so was the rain.  I love it when it rains and shines all at once.  Your hair and clothes are soaked, but you don't care because everything is still bright and happy.  Right now my hair is still trying to dry off from the downpour earlier today; it's turning into one good looking bird's nest if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Kevin today, surprise, surprise, I run into him every day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled hi to Nate from across the street, everyone else who was walking nearby turned and stared at us.  I hope I didn't embarrass him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a date with my Dad, I love my Daddy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim-Ray and his girlfriend brought down tons of candy, while Starbucks brought over boxes and boxes of scones and cookies.  Ya'll should see my stomach, it's miles!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy was terribly upset in front of the bridal store this afternoon, it seems like no one would believe him that he was getting married.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept seeing this guy walk past Logos and I kept thinking he was Mark Reimers, but unless Mark has gotten his ears pierced it wasn't him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is causing all of the accidents on the Axton please kindly stop.  It's hard to keep your ice cream from melting when you're sitting in your car for 3 hours....good thing I didn't have any ice cream with me...but I'm sure someone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and strong everyone and like a good friend just told me yesterday "Life ain't no walk in the park kiddo, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going".  I'm not sure what he was talking about, but it sounded like something to pass along.  Oh, and my new goal is to learn how to use a fire extinguisher, believe me, it’s something important to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114377713946780504?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114377713946780504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114377713946780504' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114377713946780504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114377713946780504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114334733137506842</id><published>2006-03-25T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:02:00.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz</title><content type='html'>I received an e-mail at work requesting we take a personality test/quiz.  Unknowing that this test was only for management and the development department I jumped right in and took it.  The result was my answers being sent to some company where they processed over 60 pages all about me and my characteristics.  I was surprised that most of the stuff they came up with was pretty true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of the things they said about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi is optimistic about her ability to influence people to her way of thinking, She may not understand why everyone doesn't see life as she does! (Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi likes to get results through others.  She is at her best when she has people working with her.(and for her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattery will always generate a positive reaction from her (duh!).  She is good at creating enthusiasm in others.  She is usually filled with good intentions, but often lack the time to fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will not be overlooked nor uninvolved, Kimi tends to deal with problems and challenges in a demanding, driving and self-willed manner.  She likes a position with authority.(of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi's natural style is to use persuasion and emotion to the extreme (otherwise known as manipulation....bad).  She will convince you that what she is saying is not only right, but is exactly what is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi does not like constraints, at times she can be somewhat defiant.  She seeks adventure and wants to be seen as her own person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi is able to walk the line between following rules and bending the rules, and knowing the difference.  She surprises others with spontaneous ideas or responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When working with Kimi don't overcontrol the situation, don't take credit for her ideas, don't talk down to her(I hate that), don't ask useless or rhetorical questions, don't be curt, cold or tight-lipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on and on and on for a looooong time!  So what do you think?  Are these things true about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114334733137506842?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114334733137506842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114334733137506842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114334733137506842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114334733137506842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/03/personality-quiz.html' title='Personality Quiz'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114264510850131455</id><published>2006-03-17T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:32:22.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristi's Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"I'm starting to like my family more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114264510850131455?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114264510850131455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114264510850131455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114264510850131455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114264510850131455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/03/kristis-quote-of-day.html' title='Kristi&apos;s Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114228021213189354</id><published>2006-03-13T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:30:53.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Bridal</title><content type='html'>Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful white dresses, bridesmaid dresses, sparkling diamond rings, jewelry everywhere, hairstyles, shoes, ah yes...lots of shoes, and mirrors, tons and tons of mirrors.  Girls in love everywhere, trying on their dream wedding gown, laughing with their friends and talking on their cell phones to their fiancé’s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a girl’s world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114228021213189354?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114228021213189354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114228021213189354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114228021213189354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114228021213189354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/03/davids-bridal.html' title='David&apos;s Bridal'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-114134762569653099</id><published>2006-03-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:00:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>I've been acting so stupid this past week, I think it's time I sought professional help.  &lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten to bring lunch to work with me for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in the middle of the stairs for a second and then couldn't remember if I was going up or down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got turned around while driving to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my exit on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted so much time in the parkade because I couldn't remember on which floor I had parked my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my name when I answered the phone at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask someone a question and while they are answering me my mind wanders and I don't hear a thing they say, this happened at least 4 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the same door twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few of the really dumb things I've done recently.  I think someone needs to hit me on the head.....hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-114134762569653099?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/114134762569653099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=114134762569653099' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114134762569653099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/114134762569653099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113996234165360612</id><published>2006-02-14T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:12:21.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A conversation between my father and adorable, little brother 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me Josiah, what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah, without a second hesitation:&lt;br /&gt;A pastor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?  What's your first sermon going to be on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah, with mischievous eyes and two, huge dimples:&lt;br /&gt;Luuuuv!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy Valentines Day to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113996234165360612?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113996234165360612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113996234165360612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113996234165360612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113996234165360612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/02/conversation-between-my-father-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113981123615389084</id><published>2006-02-12T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:13:56.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PROMISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lord, You know my heart and all my desires&lt;br /&gt;and the secret things I'll never tell, Lord, You know them well.&lt;br /&gt;Though I may be young, I see and understand that at times,&lt;br /&gt;like sheep, we go astray and things get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I promise to be true to You&lt;br /&gt;to live my life in purity as unto You.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day when I hear You say&lt;br /&gt;"Here is the one I have created just for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, O Lord, I will be content&lt;br /&gt;knowing that true love will come someday.&lt;br /&gt;It will only come from You.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I have seen the suffering&lt;br /&gt;that loneliness can cause&lt;br /&gt;when we choose to give our love away&lt;br /&gt;withough a righteous cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I promise to be true to You&lt;br /&gt;to live my life in purity as unto You.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day when I hear You say&lt;br /&gt;"Here is the one I have created just for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113981123615389084?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113981123615389084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113981123615389084' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113981123615389084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113981123615389084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-promise.html' title='&lt;em&gt;I PROMISE&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113900059351431168</id><published>2006-02-03T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:03:13.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!!</title><content type='html'>The weather forecast tonight is calling for extremely stormy weather with winds up to 65 mph.  On the radio they said the worst time will be from 2am - 10am.  So all of you partiers make sure you're on your way home by 1:30 at the latest.  Seriously though, please be careful tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the news......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing hard burns twice as many calories compared to breathing normal.  It also makes you sound like you're having a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden, spontaneous singing boosts your immune system by 250%.  It also makes the driver in the car next to you look at you as though you've lost your mind. (I think it was because I would start singing really loud and then stop, and then start singing again, over and over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained every day in the month of January except for four.  Makes you wish you were with Jill and Aaron down in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SEAHAWKS!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113900059351431168?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113900059351431168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113900059351431168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113900059351431168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113900059351431168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/02/warning.html' title='WARNING!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113820077444744005</id><published>2006-01-25T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:52:54.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip for the Day</title><content type='html'>If any of you need an extra kick to get going today, try eating a 3 Musketeers Bar with a cup of coffee.  It is truly amazing what will happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113820077444744005?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113820077444744005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113820077444744005' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113820077444744005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113820077444744005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/01/tip-for-day.html' title='Tip for the Day'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113761478399647573</id><published>2006-01-18T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:18:43.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning Costco surprised Logos with bringing over about 10 dozen of their huge, wonderful muffins.....free of charge!  It was such perfect timing too, work had started slowing down and my breakfast, which had consisted of one tiny, 90 calorie piece of toast was not keeping me very full.  (I was really, really, getting hungry!)  That was when I glanced up at our e-mail and read this; &lt;br /&gt;There are muffins in the large conference room, compliments of Costco.  Please help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Caleb, he had left about 5 minutes before we got that e-mail, I was thinking about taking another one and saving it for him, but I didn't want to look like a pig (sorry Caleb, you lose:).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank-you Costco!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113761478399647573?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113761478399647573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113761478399647573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113761478399647573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113761478399647573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/01/muffins.html' title='Muffins!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113750990309868719</id><published>2006-01-17T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:58:23.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away!</title><content type='html'>My driveway is turning into a river!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113750990309868719?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113750990309868719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113750990309868719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113750990309868719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113750990309868719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113744114646306911</id><published>2006-01-16T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:52:26.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why am I so cold all the time?  This winter so far has been pretty mild, but I just can't ever get warm.  On Friday I think Kelsey I and broke the record of how high the heat has been turned up, we had it up to 82 degrees by the end of the day. (We were at work)  Today, I put on three layers of clothes, brought hot chocolate to work and I have the temp. turned up 75, why am I still shivering?  Good thing I'm going to Florida for school next year, can you imagine what I'd be like in Montana or some other freezing, cold state??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113744114646306911?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113744114646306911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113744114646306911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113744114646306911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113744114646306911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113666146129115233</id><published>2006-01-07T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:17:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Waste of Time</title><content type='html'>If any of you are even thinking about watching the movie The Brothers Grimm, DON'T!!!!  Never in my life have a watched more stupid and boring movie.  What's worse is that I made some of my friends watch it with me and trust me we all suffered through the whole thing.  I should have listened to the dude at the video store when he said how awful it was, but a girl working with him said she really liked it.  &lt;br /&gt;The whole evening wasn't completed wasted though because even the worst movie in the world loses some of it horridness when you're with friends.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113666146129115233?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113666146129115233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113666146129115233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113666146129115233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113666146129115233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/01/waste-of-time.html' title='A Waste of Time'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113649131568870958</id><published>2006-01-05T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:54:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holidays</title><content type='html'>As I've been reading other blogs recently it seems like everyone is saying how their holidays went.  Since I haven't even mentioned a thing about that I decided I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was perfect!  When I first realized Christmas was falling on a Sunday and that there would be church I sighed inwardly thinking that this Christmas just wouldn't be the same.  I should have kicked myself!  What better way to spend Christmas than going to church and worshiping God and His Son Jesus Christ?  Without them there wouldn't even be Christmas, in fact we would all be dead!  Once I got the right mindset I was excited to go to church Christmas morning and when we were singing all those Christmas carols I thought I would burst I was so happy.  Happy that God was in control, happy that my family was all together, happy that Jesus chose me for his own child and the list goes on and on..........&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was perfect too.  I loved all the presents I got, the laughing, the eating.....you get the picture:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;Once again this year we headed out to the Eschbach's for an awesome night of just about everything.  It started out like most of the other New Year's Eve parties, but I did something different this year!  Jumping in Lake Whatcom at 1:00 in the morning was about the funnest thing I did that night!  When Jake first told me that he and Buddy were going to do it there was no way I was going to be left out.  Once we got up on the dock I almost didn't go through with it, but I'm so glad I did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;As like Christmas New Year's fell on Sunday.  What a perfect way to bring in the New Year.  I thanked God for it and for all the other years he's given us.  Pastor Steve's sermon was wonderful, very, very, convicting.  It made me really want to know who God is, to study Him.  How can we be Christ like if we don't fully understand who Christ is?&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was peaceful; I have no complaints at all.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;Well, you all know about sledding at Mt Baker.  It was so much fun and Amy and Sarah's apartment is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but this post is already way to long.&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113649131568870958?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113649131568870958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113649131568870958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113649131568870958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113649131568870958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-holidays.html' title='My Holidays'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113511125909196471</id><published>2005-12-20T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:40:59.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball is here!!!</title><content type='html'>And it's not leaving for a loooooong time.  There is nothing I would rather do on the weekends than to watch my brother and his teammates play basketball.  All of the jumping, shooting, passing, stealing, rebounding and everything else gets me more excited than just about anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched my brother start playing at age 8 for the Boys &amp; Girls Club and then watched him move up to 3 on 3, school ball and AAU.  It's funny how one year you're watching your little brother and his cute, little teammates as they try to figure out how to spin a ball on their fingers and then the next year you're watching tall, huge, young men taking turns dunking the ball.  I can't believe it; they are almost all taller than me! (Josiah has about an inch to go though, I keep telling him he's never going to catch up to me:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was the Lynden tournament.  Lynden and we are BIG rivals, which makes it all the more excited!  The first game we won by a ton.  The second game was against Lynden, we started out ahead with a score of 18 to 0, but slowly, Lynden crept back and ended up beating us.  Now we only had ONE more shot at the championship.  In order to win it we couldn't lose anymore games.  AND WE DIDN"T!  We are the champion's of the 2005 Lynden, AAU, Basketball Tournament!  Everyone did such a great job; it was a total blast to watch them.  And I have to say all of us fans did a pretty good job ourselves!  Kelsey and I by far screamed the loudest and sometimes our screaming voices would blend together which made it twice as loud!  &lt;br /&gt;After the game, to celebrate, we all went DQ and got Blizzards which all the boys deserved after playing so many games!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS PACIFIC RIM VIKINGS, YOU GUYS ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113511125909196471?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113511125909196471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113511125909196471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113511125909196471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113511125909196471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/12/basketball-is-here.html' title='Basketball is here!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113364139052852611</id><published>2005-12-03T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:13:40.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>MT. BAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Waldock%20Clan-small.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Waldock%20Clan-small.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we all are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%201051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%201051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family minus Karin :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylie and her cousin, Anna. Aren't they cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey doing my hair during devotions....We all payed close attention:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my cousins, thursday morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah with his cousin Tirzah, look at that smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire place and the huge windows facing the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, sledding down the hill.  At first I was too scared to start at the top (you can sorta see where it suddenly drops down way up there) but when I saw Kelsey, Josiah, and a bunch of my younger cousins do it, of course I had to try it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, starting the looooooong climb back up the hill.  He was so sweet, instead of climbing up and sledding down like the rest of us did, he went up there just to help us and grab us if we started falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        My Brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Joan in her white, space, snow suit and her granddaughter Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey and Kaylie trying it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/Gordie%27s%20boat%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/Gordie%27s%20boat%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I thought this picture was so cute that I had to include it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/jkjkj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/jkjkj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a snowman, snowwoman, snowkids, and a snowfort.  I don't think any of them got finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/kimi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/kimi.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113364139052852611?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113364139052852611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113364139052852611' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113364139052852611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113364139052852611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures-from-thanksgiving.html' title='Pictures from Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113089370934417775</id><published>2005-11-01T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:47:47.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Sister Kelsey</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my ankle has been sore for the past week or so and then today around 11:00 it really started hurting.  Hurting as in I couldn't/can't walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi:&lt;br /&gt;"Kelsey, would you mind getting me some ice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: &lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just stick your foot in the freezer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-uh, yeah, thanks Kelsey.  I made it through work by biting my tongue really hard so I wouldn't think about my ankle.  Finally it was time to go home.  As Kelsey and I were walking on the street toward the parkade Kelsey says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kimi, I'll limp like you are so you won't look like a dork all by yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure she did.....instead she walks far ahead of me and starts taking the steps two and a time while I hop up each one slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the car:&lt;br /&gt;Kimi:&lt;br /&gt;"Kelsey, I don't think I can drive home."&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: &lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can push the pedals for you if you steer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I don't think she was taking me very seriously, but once she say how swollen my ankle really was she was a dear girl.  Very helpful and sweet:)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya George!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113089370934417775?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113089370934417775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113089370934417775' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113089370934417775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113089370934417775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-darling-sister-kelsey.html' title='My Darling Sister Kelsey'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-113035345891681674</id><published>2005-10-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:04:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Update on Whatever</title><content type='html'>I don’t have anything really interesting to write about.  All I’ve been doing is work and more work.  I’m a bit jealous of all you college people, but my turn is coming soon.  I heard on the radio yesterday that your brain cells start dying once you hit 21.  So that means all of us who are under 21 needs to pack as much stuff in our brain as possible.  Study, Study, STUDY!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Hey, Kristi; you’re twenty-one right?  Oooooh wait a minute……I think she’s 22…..wow……honey, do you still remember who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of that, we’ll all have a moment of silence for Kristi’s memory later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy at work, Scott Lindsey, called me today and was asking me to get some of his stuff ready for a conference.  He mentioned that he was with Kirk Cameron last week.  , So as it turns out he and Kirk Cameron hang out and are pretty good friends.  So he’s going to get me and autograph next week when he sees him again.  Cool huh?  Don’t I work at such an awesome place with such awesome people?  In fact this morning a bunch of us went out for breakfast at IHOP!  My parents say that this job is spoiling me, but it really is hard work most of the time.  This afternoon there is going to be a company meeting.  We all get to eat pumpkin pie!!  Spoiling?  I don’t think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's my update, lame I know, I'll try to think of something really cool to post about next time. (Kristi already stole my couger post:)  (not really)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-113035345891681674?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/113035345891681674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=113035345891681674' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113035345891681674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/113035345891681674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-update-on-whatever.html' title='My Update on Whatever'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112897269803957489</id><published>2005-10-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:31:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Jim-Ray and Logos (for lack of a better title)</title><content type='html'>Is it possible for the ocean to overflow?  I think it might because it's been raining so hard all morning.  I wish I could run around in the rain, which actually I could, but when I come back to Logos I would like a drowned rat.  You have to be very professional here you know.  No wet hair or smeared makeup.  Your clothes must be wrinkle free and your shoes are to shine. (Unless you flip-flops like I do)  Okay, so none of that is really true.  I think it would be fun if it were though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim-Ray starts work at Logos today.  I've already sent him a welcome e-mail, but he hasn't written back.  He's probably to busy teaching people martial arts, how to swim and how to fly all at the same time. (At least that's what someone said he was doing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready to go home now; sleep is taking over my eyes....wait a minute...I got lots of sleep last night, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work, we are soooooo busy.  See ya.........man, that rain is really coming down.....ha, ha, it's coming through the roof.....oh, people are bring out buckets to try to catch the water.....let's go swimming......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112897269803957489?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112897269803957489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112897269803957489' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112897269803957489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112897269803957489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/10/rain-jim-ray-and-logos-for-lack-of.html' title='Rain, Jim-Ray and Logos (for lack of a better title)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112665930969564399</id><published>2005-09-13T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:51:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta love her</title><content type='html'>My dear sister Kristi has this certain way about her that just.....well it just....I don't know!  Sometimes it makes you just stare at her, wondering if she is feeling okay.  Other times it makes you want to get as far away as possible, it makes you want to cry and it makes you want to laugh hysterically.  I'm sure most of you people who are around her allot know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day Kati, Kristi, Kelsey and I went out to eat at Anthony's on the Marina.  We wanted to just hang out and talk about whatever.  Well, as you know Anthony's is a pretty nice restaurant. (Dan picked it out for us, thanks Dan:)  It's not a place like McDonald's or DQ.  Try telling Kristi that.  &lt;br /&gt;Throughout the meal she and I would make little jokes about each other, all in fun of course.  I had just said something really funny about her to Kati when she get's this look in her eyes, grabs her water and says "Kimi, I'm going to baptize you!"  I need to mention that Anthony's was packed; I mean there wasn't one empty table in the whole place.  Kati and I just stare at Kristi in shock as she starts to stand up with her water raised high.  &lt;br /&gt;"Kristi!"  Kati whispers, "Everyone is looking at you, put the glass down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, uh, hi!"  Kristi says to the people with their mouths open.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly sits down with her hands folded, ready to be a normal, mature 22 year old.  It doesn't last.  One of the waiters, while cleaning off the table next to ours, knocks over a chair.  He picks it up and continues to clean the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look you guys, he didn’t put that chair back in very straight, maybe I should help him." &lt;br /&gt;It was obvious he heard her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, when we were in the parking lot, where there were many other people.  Kristi opens her trunk, gives an annoyed sigh and says &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come now, you get out of my trunk, you know better than that, don't let me catch you hiding in there again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could have seen her.  Hands on her hips, an annoyed look on face scolding the inside of her trunk when there was nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's Kristi for ya.  Ain't she great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112665930969564399?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112665930969564399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112665930969564399' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112665930969564399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112665930969564399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-gotta-love-her.html' title='You gotta love her'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112594912087645863</id><published>2005-09-07T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:43:00.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes the Saddest Word I'll Ever Hear.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/karin_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/karin_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Karin is gone as of 8:20 Monday morning.  I can't believe she is really in Pensacola FL; I miss her so much already.  The morning when we said goodbye I was sorta numb, I didn't want to start crying in front of her which would then make her cry and set of a chain reaction for the rest of the family.  So I gave her a brave smile and a big hug.  Now she is gone.  I can cry all I want to.  I don't feel like doing anything right now.  I keep trying to remind myself how fast the time went by when Kati left for college.  But that was when I was twelve and then sixteen when she graduated.  By the time Karin is done at PCC I'll be 22, 23 if she goes for her Masters Degree.  That's a crazy thought and it seems like it will be forever.  In three months she'll be home for Christmas, I can survive 3 months (I think)  If I'm not around during the holidays you all know why, I'm going to be spending every spare moment with my sister(s).  Of course they will probably want to do other stuff so maybe you guys will see me around:)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112594912087645863?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112594912087645863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112594912087645863' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112594912087645863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112594912087645863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodbyes-saddest-word-ill-ever-hear.html' title='Goodbyes the Saddest Word I&apos;ll Ever Hear.....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112534669075442680</id><published>2005-08-29T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:29:51.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what it is about Starbucks coffee, particularly their vanilla lattes, that taste sooooo good and are far superior to all other kinds?  Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Cruisin Coffee for example.  Now their coffee has a pretty good taste, but it always seems to be a bit cold even if you stress that you would like it extra hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Woods.  Now I really, honestly, love Woods coffee, but the taste is off by a smidgen and they are more expensive then the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle's coffee is getting better, but it's just not quite there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tully's, well as my Mom puts it Tully's shouldn't even be called coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course there are the lattes that I attempt to make at home with our little coffee machine.  Without fail, each time I try to make a latte I end up drinking off the foam and then dumping the rest down the drain, racing upstairs and brushing my teeth for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is always your corner bakery that serves coffee.  I can't believe I went to La Vie En Rose every other day for a whole year thinking that that was what a latte tasted like and they always forgot the whip cream.  Mercy was shown on me and a couple of months ago Starbucks opened just up the street from Logos.  When I tasted one of their lattes I couldn't believe what I had been missing.  So I ask all of you, what is it exactly that makes Starbucks so perfect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112534669075442680?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112534669075442680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112534669075442680' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112534669075442680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112534669075442680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112518627913239095</id><published>2005-08-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:44:39.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falicity's Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danheller.com/images/Topics/Pooches/bw-color/pink-glasses-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.danheller.com/images/Topics/Pooches/bw-color/pink-glasses-big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112518627913239095?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112518627913239095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112518627913239095' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112518627913239095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112518627913239095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/08/falicitys-brother.html' title='Falicity&apos;s Brother'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112485299378820504</id><published>2005-08-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:09:53.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Felicity!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/PICT0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/PICT0980.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/PICT0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/PICT0978.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylie's cat Molly was hit by a car last Friday, so Mom and Dad promised her she could get a new one.  True to her word Mom took Kaylie, Kelsey and Josiah to pick out Kaylie's new kitty.  Her she is!!!!!!  Isn't she adorable?  Personally, I think her ears make her look like a donkey or a bat, but I'm sure she'll grow into them:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The pug that Felicity is sitting next to is Kelsey's, his name is Benji.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112485299378820504?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112485299378820504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112485299378820504' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112485299378820504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112485299378820504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/08/introducing-felicity.html' title='Introducing Felicity!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112432202608880244</id><published>2005-08-17T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:40:26.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream has finally come true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/kimi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/400/kimi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112432202608880244?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112432202608880244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112432202608880244' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112432202608880244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112432202608880244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dream-has-finally-come-true.html' title='My dream has finally come true!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112340116924432150</id><published>2005-08-07T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:52:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/1600/images%5B24%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6818/1008/320/images%5B24%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112340116924432150?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112340116924432150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112340116924432150' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112340116924432150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112340116924432150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112326771547167752</id><published>2005-08-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:50:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ONLY FOUR MORE HOURS TILL I'M DONE FOR THE WEEKEND!!!!!!  PLEASE JOIN ME IN CELEBRATING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112326771547167752?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112326771547167752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112326771547167752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112326771547167752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112326771547167752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-friday.html' title='IT&apos;S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112268390901883204</id><published>2005-07-29T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:38:29.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all</title><content type='html'>Howdy everyone!  How are things over in Whatcom County?  Probably the same when I left it this morning:)  I actually got up at 3:45, can you believe that?  The ride over was smooth and easy.  I got to drive part of the way and I would like to say it was the most I have ever driven at one time.....A WHOLE 2 HOURS!!!!!  That is  really quite pathetic, I think I need to go on a long road trip just so I know what it's like to have to drive for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to Moscow and stepped out of my car it felt like we had entered an oven.  It's nearing one hundred degrees, I LOVE IT!!!  We got to go swimming for a while, shopped at the mall and also ran into some old friends.  When we got to our gorgeous Hotel (I'm serious, this place is awesome) I was going back and forth between our rooms.  One time, while I was skipping merily down the hall (there is something fun about running down hotel hallways isn't there?)  I crashed into some guy.  He was like "Oh, hi Kimi, how's it going?  I had no idea who he was!  I didn't want to admit that so I smiled and said "It's going great, see ya!"  Maybe I'll find out who he is tonight at the rehearsal dinner:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get going, it's almost time for the rehearsal and I don't even have half of my makeup on yet!  TTFN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kati, Kristi, Karin, Kelsey, Kaylie and I all in a hotel room together...hmmm anyone else agree that we are going to have an absolute blast?  No sleep for us tonight:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112268390901883204?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112268390901883204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112268390901883204' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112268390901883204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112268390901883204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112249395505510024</id><published>2005-07-27T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:33:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer Days</title><content type='html'>Don't all of you just LOVE summer?  It is by far the best season of all!!!  Of course, I would be extra happy if it were about 15 degrees warmer than it has been, but I'll take whatever I can get.  Its days like these when I really start to envy the people who work outside, but then I remember how lucky I am to work inside during the winter.  I think that since we didn't even get summer weather until after July 4th that summer is going to last until the beginning of October.  How does that sound?  We could all refuse to get out our fall clothes, coats and scarves and stay in shorts, tank-tops and flip-flops forever!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part of summer is going to the lake or the bay.  Both places are perfect.  Last week Kelsey, Josiah, Kaylie and I went to Birch Bay.  We all had so much fun.  The tide was out so we all had to wear our sandals until we got the the water.  Once we were there we din't need them anymore.  So we built a mountain out of sand and stuck our sandals on top.  We were having so much fun that we totally forgot the tide was coming in.  We were able to save all of our sandals except Kaylies, they are somewhere in the ocean right now.  They were really cute too, all pink and pretty, sniff, sniff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are enjoying your summer as much as I am and remember drink 1 1/2 glasses of water each day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112249395505510024?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112249395505510024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112249395505510024' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112249395505510024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112249395505510024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-summer-days.html' title='Happy Summer Days'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112198824173598151</id><published>2005-07-21T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:24:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream is Coming True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.orderofsuccession.com/index.php?offset=1246" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orderofsuccession.com/rank.php?sid=12241" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orderofsuccession.com"&gt;Get your position here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112198824173598151?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112198824173598151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112198824173598151' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112198824173598151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112198824173598151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-dream-is-coming-true.html' title='My Dream is Coming True!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112145981595180598</id><published>2005-07-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:36:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hallway</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried sleeping in a hallway before?  I have, every single night of my life for the past 5 years!  Somehow when we moved to Washington everyone but Josiah and I got a normal room.  Joey got the laundry room and I was honored with the third floor hallway.  To be honest that’s what I had wanted and Mom gave it to me when I asked for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first three years and it was great fun.  That was because I was always the last one in bed and nobody would wake me up during the night.  Now I'm the first one in bed and right about the time I'm closing my eyes Kelsey and Kaylie decide to brush their teeth (the bathroom is about 4 feet away from my bed) Nothing wrong if you tiptoe across my hallway right?  Of course not!  Problem is they don't tiptoe; they turn on the light, crash into my desk while telling jokes to each other.  When they finally are done they both go to bed and Kaylie decides she wants to listen to an Odyssey.  That's fine too, only thing is that it's a cd and they aren't like tapes.  Cd's go on and on and on until someone gets up and turns them off.  That person is of course........me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey and Kaylie are in bed, asleep, ahhh....now it's my turn to close my eyes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRISTI'S HOME!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi likes her tea at night and she has a horrid habit of leaving the tea kettle on.  Soon, I hear the kettle screaming louder than anything while Kristi is out in her car looking for her tea bags.  Down the stairs I run, praying no one else is waking up.  I mumble something to Kristi about her burning the house down and then stumble back to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do ya know Karin just got called off work (she works night shift) she is wide awake from sleeping all day so she takes Kristi's laptop, plops down on her bed, in her room which is right next to my room and starts watching "Phantom Of The Opera."  Now, I love "P.O.T.O. just not at 1:00 in the morning!  Kristi comes walking up the stairs drinking her tea (and spilling it) &lt;br /&gt;"Oh!  I just love this song" she exclaims.  She's just heard the music from POTO coming through the walls in her and Karin's room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi starts singing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kristi sings it takes about three hours to make her stop.  I give up; I sit up, turn on my lamp and begin reading a book.  After a while I join Kristi and Karin in their room and watch POTO with them.  We are having such a good, jolly time until Kelsey pokes her head in the room and says; &lt;br /&gt;"Guys, please be quiet, you woke me up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma from the middle floor yells up to us;&lt;br /&gt;"You kids still up?  I mean it now, go to bed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom from two stories down comes into room.  &lt;br /&gt;"What are you girls up to at this time of night?  Kimi?!  I thought you said you were going to bed early.  What are you doing still up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go to bed only to wake up an hour later for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112145981595180598?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112145981595180598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112145981595180598' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112145981595180598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112145981595180598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-hallway.html' title='My Hallway'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112137183236225853</id><published>2005-07-14T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:10:32.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key Update</title><content type='html'>I know you’ve all been worried sick about my keys so I’ll give you all an update.  I decided to call up the post office and ask them if they had turned up yet.  I had no idea there where so many post offices in Bellingham!  It was such a problem trying to find the phone number for the right one, but eventually I did.  When I asked the secretary if they had been returned she said “Oh!  You mean the ones with the frog key chain?” &lt;br /&gt; I was so excited I thought for sure she had found them.  &lt;br /&gt;“No, sorry, they never showed up.” &lt;br /&gt; SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;So my lunch break shall be spent copying my spare care key and Kelsey’s work keys.  I’ve become very good friends with the people at the key place, in fact when I leave they call out, “Bye Kimi, see you in a couple weeks!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112137183236225853?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112137183236225853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112137183236225853' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112137183236225853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112137183236225853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/key-update.html' title='Key Update'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112111118456124763</id><published>2005-07-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:47:44.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>TA DA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday little sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you with......(drum roll please)....LINKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;At long last, you now have the absolute best function of blogging--Links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally remembered that your username was "orangejello" and your password was "bimhopper,"  Pretty clever huh?&lt;br /&gt;See ya later Kimi---no pay or thanks needed!  Consider it your late birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving sister,&lt;br /&gt;Kristiana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112111118456124763?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112111118456124763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112111118456124763' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112111118456124763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112111118456124763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112086474775351810</id><published>2005-07-08T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:19:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally Blond</title><content type='html'>Legally blond, yep, that’s what I am right now.  Are you all ready for what I have to tell you?  Okay, here goes..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY KEYS ARE GONE FOR THE FOURTH TIME IN FOUR MONTHS!!!  The first two times I simply locked them in my car, which isn't all that bad.  I mean everyone locks their keys in their car now and then.  The third time I lost them somewhere in the theatres while watching "Kingdom Of Heaven", they are still missing to this very day.  That meant I had to get a whole new set of keys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'll never guess what happened this time or where they are now....HALF WAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!  That's right, as I was taking the mail to the post office I put my keys in the mail bin so I could have a hand free to talk on my cell.  BAD IDEA!  I dropped the mail off, oblivious to the fact that my keys where still inside.  I walked all the way back to Logos before realizing what I had done.  I ran back to the post office only to be told that as of three minutes ago my keys had been loaded onto a truck with all the mail and headed to who knows where!  HELP I'M KEYLESS, I'LL BE STUCK AT LOGOS UNTIL I DIE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please bring me a tall, nonfat, sugar free, vanilla latte with whip, to make me feel better?  Thank-you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112086474775351810?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112086474775351810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112086474775351810' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112086474775351810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112086474775351810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/legally-blond.html' title='Legally Blond'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112060749275354060</id><published>2005-07-05T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:51:32.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're driving me crazy!</title><content type='html'>Urgh!  Someone please tell me how to make a mosquito bit stop itching.  They are driving me crazy!  All the bites on my feet and legs are from the Jennings’s picnic and the ones on my arms are from tubing on Lake Whatcom.  Is it true mosquito's are attracted to perfume?  I would gladly not wear any if it meant keeping them away.  Last night I couldn't sleep they were itching so badly.  I finally went downstairs around 2:00am and asked my Mom if she had anything for them.  She did have a little stick pen thing that worked really well, but stupid me I left it at work today.  So tonight I expect to not get any sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let everyone know though, all the mosquito bites I have are totally worth all the fun I had.  Starting from last Thursday to yesterday night were the best days yet this year.  Mainly because Kristi, Kelsey, Lydia and I got to go tubing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  YES!!!!  I LOVE TUBING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112060749275354060?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112060749275354060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112060749275354060' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112060749275354060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112060749275354060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/07/theyre-driving-me-crazy.html' title='They&apos;re driving me crazy!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112016357571744167</id><published>2005-06-30T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:32:55.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, while walking back to Logos from Starbucks a young girl about my age stopped me and asked me for some money for food.  I've seen her around a couple times before asking for a handout.  At first I was going to say no like I usually do, but something stopped me.  I didn't just want to give her money in case she was going to by something other than food.  So I asked her what she wanted and we went into Bandito's Burritos to by a taco or something.  After I paid I was basically like "well have a nice day see you around."  I went walking around a bit more and then went up to my car to grab a book.  I suddenly started feeling so disgusted with myself; here was a perfect opportunity to share God's love with someone who was hurting.  I started back to Bandito's.  I was half wishing she would be there and half wishing she wouldn't be.  She was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled up a chair and just started talking.  I found out she is homeless, she sometimes will go to the Mission, but she said she didn't like the way they would "force" religion on you.  I asked her a couple questions about what she thought of God and the Bible.  She basically believes in reincarnation and that the people who wrote the Bible were just copying off other people’s religions.  After hearing her side of the story I told her what I believed.  As soon as I got into the Salvation part, she was like "Um, I have to go now."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was more I could have said, but God is sovereign and I need to trust Him.  While she was hurrying out the door I encouraged her to go back to the Mission and to ask one of the ladies in charge there exactly what it was that they believed.  She nodded her head and mumbled something and then she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to see her around here again.  Please pray that I will have the courage to say what needs to be said and for her to truly open her heart to the Gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112016357571744167?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112016357571744167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112016357571744167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112016357571744167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112016357571744167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-while-walking-back-to-logos-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-112001524337651442</id><published>2005-06-28T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:20:43.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My poor car has been stuck in the shop for the past couple of days.  You never realize how much you depend on something until it's gone.  It's weird waking up in the morning and figuring out who can take me in to work and then pick me up at the end of the day.  I'm afraid I'm being a major pain to the rest of my family:(  Hopefully tomorrow morning it will all be ready for me to drive.  I was expecting that it would cost some money to fix, but I wasn't expecting over $200!  I'm told that really isn't all the bad for a car, but I'm still pretty upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Lydia has been over the past couple of day and we all have been having so much fun!!  It's wonderful having one of your best friends over every day of the week!  Right now she and Kelsey are way past tired.  I just know they are going to stumble up to bed, catch their second wind and talk to each other the entire night just like they've been doing every night so far:)  It's a tradition that when Lydia comes over she, Kelsey and I set our alarms for around midnight or after and sneak outside and dare each other to walk down a creepy road by ourselves!  It's really not all that creepy, we just like to scare each other.  It's such wonderful fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run, time for "Anne of Green Gables" or "Little Women" or my personal favorite "Gone with the Wind".  See you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-112001524337651442?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/112001524337651442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=112001524337651442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112001524337651442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/112001524337651442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-poor-car-has-been-stuck-in-shop-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111967899818375474</id><published>2005-06-24T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:56:38.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If anyone of you sees me with bruises in the next couple of weeks, please do not be alarmed.  I bought Josiah two pairs of boxing gloves for his 14th birthday and of course he wants me to box with him.  We had our first "fight" just a couple of minutes ago and even though neither of us really know what we are doing it was still pretty intense:)  I am so NOT the hitting kind of person so it felt weird actually hitting someone and doing it for fun.  Hmmmm....does that sound a little wrong to any of you?  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was pretty fun, but there was this one time that Josiah got in a really good punch that knocked me off my feet!  It hurt at first but not to bad.  Personally I think I won our first fight, though Josiah will probably disagree.  I'm trying to convince Kristi she should try it, but she refuses, something about boxing not being ladylike.  I have to agree with her, boxing isn't a very girlie thing to do, but it is great exercise.  I was reading a book about the best ways to lose calories and get in shape and boxing was one of the top three!  So I guess that's a good enough reason for me to keep doing it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111967899818375474?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111967899818375474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111967899818375474' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111967899818375474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111967899818375474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-anyone-of-you-sees-me-with-bruises.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897587420392249</id><published>2005-06-16T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:37:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%200632.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%200632.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and Rachel saying their vows to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897587420392249?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897587420392249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897587420392249' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897587420392249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897587420392249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/nathan-and-rachel-saying-their-vows-to_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897585494257422</id><published>2005-06-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:37:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%200641.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%200641.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and Rachel singing a lovely duet of "Be Exalted Oh God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897585494257422?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897585494257422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897585494257422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897585494257422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897585494257422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/nathan-and-rachel-singing-lovely-duet.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897581733557602</id><published>2005-06-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:36:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%20081.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%20081.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two groomsmen; Kenneth, my cousin is on the left and Chris Rogers, Nathan's friend is on the right.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897581733557602?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897581733557602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897581733557602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897581733557602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897581733557602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-groomsmen-kenneth-my-cousin-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897658928732633</id><published>2005-06-16T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:49:49.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North Carolina</title><content type='html'>Sorry I couldn't put all those pictures together on one post.  I wouldn't have gotten them up at all if it weren't for Kelsey....thanks George:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our trip to North Carolina was a load of fun.  Okay so maybe the plane rides were a bit nauseating and uncomfortable, but not so bad.  The wedding was simple but gorgeous.  Rachel wanted an Indian wedding since she and Nathan are going to be missionaries over there and of course Kati, Kristi, Karin and I wanted to join in on the fun.  Have any of you ever tried to put on a sari before?  They are so tricky, luckily Kati had just gotten back from Bangladesh and so she knew how to put them on perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice seeing some of my extended family whom I haven't seen in years.  After the wedding we all went to this adorable park for a picnic.  My cousin Kenneth and his friend Chris Rogers started playing a football game together.  Kristi and I didn't want to be left out so we sorta took over and made them play with us.  I think Kristi has found her secret talent:0  She is an excellent football player!  You go girlie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the air in North Carolina is so think you can barely breathe.  I loved it when the fireflies came out at night and glowed all around us.  I love the whole patriotic feeling that overwhelms you, there was a hardly one house that didn't have an American flag waving in the wind, neither was their a car that did not have a "Support Our Troops" yellow ribbon on it.  I love looking at all the beautiful plantation houses we passed, I liked to pretend I was back in time before the Civil War, going to parties and wearing fancy dresses;)  Of course I loved how the people would call you Ma'am even if you are way younger than them:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting the days until I can go back; I love the whole East Coast!  I think we should all move down South, it's such a wonderful, glorious place:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897658928732633?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897658928732633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897658928732633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897658928732633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897658928732633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/north-carolina.html' title='North Carolina'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897513544235092</id><published>2005-06-16T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:25:35.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%20074.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%20074.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all so cute?  We decided to wear Indian saris so we would fit in with the theme of the wedding which was of course an Indian theme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897513544235092?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897513544235092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897513544235092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897513544235092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897513544235092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/arent-we-all-so-cute-we-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897506005498304</id><published>2005-06-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:24:20.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%20068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%20068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my aunts, uncles and cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897506005498304?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897506005498304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897506005498304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897506005498304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897506005498304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/these-are-some-of-my-aunts-uncles-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897501069582077</id><published>2005-06-16T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:23:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%20073.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%20073.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897501069582077?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897501069582077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897501069582077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897501069582077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897501069582077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897496402916676</id><published>2005-06-16T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:22:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%20079.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%20079.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The get-away car!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897496402916676?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897496402916676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897496402916676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897496402916676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897496402916676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-away-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111897492737837696</id><published>2005-06-16T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:22:07.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/Picture%20078.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/Picture%20078.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A somewhat strange looking picture of Kristi and I at the wedding reception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111897492737837696?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111897492737837696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111897492737837696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897492737837696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111897492737837696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/somewhat-strange-looking-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111827195049119050</id><published>2005-06-08T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:20:08.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You and Me:)</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent me this, I thought it was kinda sweet.  I don't completely agree with all of them, but most are pretty good.  Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their &lt;br /&gt;&gt;conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you &lt;br /&gt;&gt;want.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't &lt;br /&gt;&gt;have much.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only &lt;br /&gt;&gt;way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile &lt;br /&gt;&gt;and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great &lt;br /&gt;&gt;risk.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;and responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to &lt;br /&gt;&gt;correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your &lt;br /&gt;&gt;voice.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111827195049119050?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111827195049119050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111827195049119050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111827195049119050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111827195049119050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-you-and-me.html' title='For You and Me:)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111825865178699847</id><published>2005-06-08T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:24:11.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>* ONE MORE DAY TILL WE LEAVE FOR NORTH CAROLINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* TWO MORE DAYS UNTIL I GET TO SEE BY BIG SISTER, WHO I HAVE MISSED MORE THAN ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* THREE DAYS UNTIL MY COUSIN WHO I THOUGHT WOULD NEVER GET MARRIED, GETS MARRIED :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* FOUR MORE DAYS UNTIL ALL OF US SISTERS JUST GET TO HANG OUT ALL DAY IN N.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* FIVE MORE DAYS UNTIL THE REST OT MY FAMILY GETS TO SEE KATI AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED!!!!  I CAN BARELY CONCENTRATE ON WORK, SEE YOU ALL MONDAY NIGHT AT THE SOFTBALL GAMES!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111825865178699847?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111825865178699847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111825865178699847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111825865178699847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111825865178699847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111776584012488698</id><published>2005-06-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:36:28.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/640/kimiandkristi.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/6082/320/kimiandkristi.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me and Kristi enjoying spring break!  Aren't our glasses fabulous?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111776584012488698?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111776584012488698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111776584012488698' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111776584012488698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111776584012488698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-and-kristi-enjoying-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111767532476855425</id><published>2005-06-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:22:04.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided that I don't like holidays. Sad I know, but when you go have to back to work the next day everything is so backed up. Maybe I just don't like holidays on Mondays or Fridays. Work on Tuesday was crazy; Kelsey and I barely got everything done in time. I was so wiped out that I had trouble concentrating in my SAT class. Thankfully that class is over and YIKES!! I take the SAT's this Saturday. Can any of you think of a better way to spend Saturday morning than taking a four hour test? Please, please pray I make it in time to Brad and Melanie's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went to the Eschbach's to pick up Nathan and Joshua. We had them at our house all weekend long. On Saturday Tyler came over to hang out with them. I've always wondered what it would be like to have more than one brother. Now I know! Just watching these guys would wear me out. I don't think they even took time to breathe. I have no idea how Abigail handles having so many brothers, but I have new respect for her:) Don't get me wrong, I loved having all of them over they are such cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some things I liked about the long weekend. One was going hiking to Artist Point on Monday. When I first heard about the hike from Kevin T. I made sure that it was going to be an easy one. He assured me it was and so did everyone else. It was anything BUT easy! I like to think I'm somewhat in shape, I run 3 to 4 miles every other day and I always to crunches. So when we came to the first steep hill I was thinking, no problem this is gonna be fun! Ugh, my legs were aching half way up the hill and to think we had to climb 4 of those hideous, steep slopes! It wasn't all bad though, whenever you're with good friends anything is fun:) Thankfully none of us died or got hurt although Kristi might strongly disagree with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the top, we all sat down to eat and rest. Rebecca, my newest friend told the saddest story about her flea named Fred. I was close to tears when I learned Fred got lost because Rebecca had been working him to hard. You'll have to ask her for the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the mountain was hilarious. The snow made it really slippery; sometimes it felt like I was surfing! I made sure I was behind everyone so nobody would see me if I fell. Hiking was so much fun and there were so many new people there that I got to meet. It was nice to go to the Eschbach's afterwards and just relax. Angela and I went through their picture books and saw Jacob and Nathan when they were just tiny, little babies:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make Daddy's lunch now, I make the best lunches in the world;)  See ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111767532476855425?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111767532476855425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111767532476855425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111767532476855425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111767532476855425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-decided-that-i-dont-like-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111734165324597647</id><published>2005-05-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:40:53.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our day in Seattle (Angie and Kimi's version)</title><content type='html'>One Of Seven&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 28, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="111734149377248298"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Angie and I stayed up so late last night. We could barely get up this morning. It seemed like each time we were ready to stop talking, we would think of something else to say and begin a whole new conversation that lasted hours:) We actually could have stayed in bed a lot longer, but I set my alarm way to early and we couldn't get back to sleep after it had blasted our ears off. We where a bit late picking up the other girls, Jillian and Rachel because there where some things I "had" to show Angela;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is Angela now,&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had know idea were we were going and after driving in circles for an hour or so, we ended up in the parkade (how fortunate) :-) We started out at Pike Street market were Mrs. Sebens and Kristi left us saying they would call us whenever! Knowing us, we stayed at Pike Street for only four minutes and then hit the malls. MAY THE FUN BEGIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi now, the malls in Seattle are AWESOME!! They are so huge; thank goodness we had a wonderful tour guide with us aka Jillian Hazel:) Rachel also had a pretty good idea of where we were going. Angie and I being the mature, grownup ladies that we are did not head straight for the clothes, shoes, and makeup. No, we saw something else far more interesting......ESCALATORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, how we love those stairs that go up and down. We even tried to take on a challenge by running up the escalator that was going down:) Yeah, we were having fun. Jill gave us an odd look and said "You girls don't get out of Bellingham enough!" To which we replied "Yes, we do!" Rachel then had to add "well, we sure can't tell." Hmm...Rachel? Where you embarrassed of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie now, after such an exciting adventure we went straight to Nordstrom and had a makeover done. This lady started putting this lip gloss on my lips, and after that, she told me that this lip gloss had pepper in it and it was going to start to burn and bring out the color in my lips (mind you, after she put it on she told me this). Kimi had wondered off at this point and was looking at rings. We all, (Jillian, Rachel and I) thought it would be fun to have Kimi come and try this WONDERFUL lip gloss! We ran and got her and the lady put it on and after a minute Kimi said "weird, my lips are starting to burn!!!" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again...uh Kimi that is, So we all got free makeovers with this eye shadow that was supposed to make our eyes "stand out." (Is this to girlie for some of you?) Now with our makeup on we were ready to take on all of Seattle! It turned out that we took on Seattle in groups of two. Jillian and Rachel went off somewhere and Angie and I where left to ride the Escalators alone. Did I mention how much fun they are? We went to a billion different stores tried on basically all that we liked without buying hardly a thing. Are ya'll impressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was day full of; drum role please....&lt;br /&gt;Escalators (we estimated we went up and down 30 times each)&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Break dancing&lt;br /&gt;running through fountains&lt;br /&gt;Counting Starbucks coffee shops (there where nine in just three blocks of each other!)&lt;br /&gt;Text-messaging Jill, trying to figure out where she and Rachel where.&lt;br /&gt;Eating&lt;br /&gt;Spending the second half of the day searching for sun dresses&lt;br /&gt;Seeing live crabs in a tank (it was horrid, these crabs where about to die for some selfish person who doesn't even like crabs in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;Sun tanning&lt;br /&gt;Almost watching Star wars three in this HUGE theatre. (We decided we could do that back in sweet, little Bellingham someday.)&lt;br /&gt;Trying on rings&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of going on the cruise ship that was about to depart from the port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a marvelous, wonderful day, one that we shall never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight dear peoples, we are more than a little tired. We won't mind if you fall asleep and never awake:)&lt;br /&gt;Szia! Kimi and Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mother dearest for taking me and my friends down there, you truly are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111734165324597647?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111734165324597647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111734165324597647' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111734165324597647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111734165324597647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/05/our-day-in-seattle-angie-and-kimis_28.html' title='Our day in Seattle (Angie and Kimi&apos;s version)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111621546037130000</id><published>2005-05-15T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:53:24.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good evening all!!</title><content type='html'>I’m so excited right now!!! The Sonics finally won a game. They are now tied in the series. Luke Ridnour did wonderfully! So did Ray Allen and Antonio Daniels. After the game I was so keyed up I couldn’t sit still so I ran 3 miles on my treadmill. That was awesome! I thought it was wonderful the way Luke gave all the credit to God. Both times the news people asked him to comment on some part of the game he said that it was all because of the Lord. I’m so proud of him for speaking up like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, onto other things, as you have noticed most of my postings are not on one topic, but on a bunch of different things. Hope you don’t mind cause that’s how this one is going to be. I guess I’m just not a very gifted writer. Part of the reason I got a blog was just to get practice for the new SAT. UGH! Why did they have to add in a whole new writing section? I thought the old one was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other things, this morning Kristi had quite the adventure. First of all she was called into work and only had about an hour to get ready. I had tried to wake her up earlier than that, but I’m afraid she is much like Sleeping Beauty and simply won’t awake. When she finally did get up she was in an awful hurry to get out the door in time. Then the unthinkable happened, our bathroom door upstairs has been a very large pain for a couple of months. It all started when one day I got locked in there, actually I wasn’t really locked the door just wouldn’t open and I wasn’t strong enough to break it down. I ended up being in there for over an hour until my Uncle could come rescue me. You would think we would have learned our lesson and bought a new door, but NO, we did not and the consequences where sad. Kristi was locked in there for a loooooong time. While my Father was getting some tools to break down the door I decided to keep her company. I started singing in a real loud voice “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen.” Kristi wasn’t to thrilled about the choice of song so I started reading to her and that didn’t go over so great either. I then told her that Mom and Dad decided that this was the type of problem that you if ignore it long enough, it would eventually go away. Yeah, I don’t think I was much help. My Dad finally got the door unlocked and even though we were all a bit late it turned out fine. Kristi even found some hidden curling irons, so she was able to do part of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say something else, but now I totally forget. Oh well, maybe it will come to me later. Has anyone else noticed how much I say the word I? It’s really quite pathetic, It’s okay if you tell me that I’m to consumed with myself. (I really hope I’m not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya’ll at the fields tomorrow, unless of course it’s rained out or something. Don’t worry, this week I am NOT praying for rain. It’s the last game I get to play before becoming an adult!! *YIKES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, has any else noticed that this post is really, really long? I guess I’m just having fun typing, don’t worry if you don’t want to read it all. My feeling won’t be hurt a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to visit the Queen, actually I'm just going to go outside. I keep hearing this siren noise and it's starting to freak me out, I really don't like being home alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sizia! (My Aunt taught me that, it means "See ya later" )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111621546037130000?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111621546037130000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111621546037130000' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111621546037130000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111621546037130000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-evening-all.html' title='Good evening all!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111611919825726022</id><published>2005-05-14T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:06:38.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Diet</title><content type='html'>*Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1/2 grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;1 slice whole wheat bread&lt;br /&gt;80z. skim milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lunch&lt;br /&gt;4oz. lean broiled chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 cup steamed zucchini&lt;br /&gt;1 Oreo cookie&lt;br /&gt;Herb tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mid Afternoon Snack&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the package of Oreos&lt;br /&gt;1Quart Rocky Road Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 Jar Hot Fudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dinner&lt;br /&gt;2 loaves garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;Large pepperoni and Mushroom pizza&lt;br /&gt;3 Milky Way candy bars&lt;br /&gt;Entire frozen cheesecake eaten directly from the freezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DIET TIPS*&lt;br /&gt;1, If no one sees you eat it, it has no calories.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you drink a diet soda with a candy bar they cancel each other out.&lt;br /&gt;3. When eating with someone else, calories don't count if you both eat the same amount.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you fatten up everyone else around you-then you look thinner.&lt;br /&gt;5. Movie-related foods don't count because they are simply part of the whole entertaiment experience and not a part of one's personal fuel, such as: Milk Duds, Popcorn with butter, Junior Mints and Red Licorice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111611919825726022?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111611919825726022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111611919825726022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111611919825726022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111611919825726022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/05/stress-diet_14.html' title='Stress Diet'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111559376488531469</id><published>2005-05-08T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:09:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Canada"</title><content type='html'>As been the tradition for the past 3 years, on Mother's Day our whole family drives up to Canada to eat out at an Indian restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out lovely, actually let me begin with yesterday.  Around 9:00 or so Kaylie went upstairs to get Grandma ready for bed, she came screaming downstairs yelling for Mom and saying "THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!"  Mom, Kelsey and I went racing upstairs to see what was wrong.  Grandma had somehow fallen and hit the back of her head on her desk.  She didn't want to bother us so she had tried to take care of it herself.  Needless to say that wasn't working, there was blood on everything.  Anyway, we thought that we wouldn't be able to go out on Mother's Day because Grandma might be hurt really bad and need to go the emergency room for stitches.  Luckily Mom, being the excellent nurse that she is and of course Kelsey and I being the wonderful helpers that we are were able to get everything under control in just an hour. (Kelsey almost fainted when she was in there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that didn't really have anything to do with today:)  After a wonderful sermon by Pastor Steve, we raced out of church and headed to Canada.  Karin, Kelsey and I were in one car while the rest were in the van.  It was only supposed to be a twenty minute drive, but it ended up being over an hour cause in Canada everything is so weird!  We had to turn around twice and figure out where we were.  It wasn't so bad though, because whenever my sisters and I are together we have a crazy, super, good time:)  On the way there we picked out our dream houses and I even decided where I wanted to die, I think I was having the most fun.  After a while Kelsey fell asleep in the back and Karin was so wrapped up in classical music I was left talking to myself.   That was okay, I love talking to myself, we always agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting really long and really boring, so I don't think I'm going to write anymore.  Someday I'll tell you about the "border search" and the "alligators".  (Okay, so maybe there weren't any alligators) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful Mother's Day and don't forget to tell your Mom at least five things that you love about her:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111559376488531469?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111559376488531469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111559376488531469' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111559376488531469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111559376488531469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-canada.html' title='&quot;Oh Canada&quot;'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111523405939012935</id><published>2005-05-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:14:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*SIGH*</title><content type='html'>This was going to be a perfect day, but sadly it never even got started:( See, my friend in Seattle e-mailed and called me last night asking if I would go to a Mariner game with her today a friend at her work had given her some tickets. My first thought was YES!! I don't have work today so I thought I could go. My Mother was not so into the idea. She had this crazy thought that if she let me drive down to Safeco Field by myself that I would be forever lost and never return home. (I ask you; where would she get an idea like that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Life Crushing disappointment:&lt;br /&gt;In the e-mail my friend had written me she also asked if I would want to go to Silverwood with her and some of our other friends. I LOVE Silverwood! Not just for the rides, but also for these hilarious shows that they have going on during the day and don't forget the Ice-Princess play and then the food and the whole "You feel like you've entered an enchanted Victorian Town" feeling. (I know, that was a major run-on sentence, who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to feel not so bad about missing the M's game when my Dearest Mother pointed out the dates to me. Silverwood was right when I was going to be in N.C. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no right to feel disappointed. I get to do amazing, fun things all the time. I guess I'll just have to suck it all up and realize that there are more important things to moan about.......................BUT IT'S SILVERWOOD.............WITH MY FRIENDS I NEVER GET TO SEE.............ok Kimi, be a big girl........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111523405939012935?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111523405939012935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111523405939012935' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111523405939012935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111523405939012935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/05/sigh.html' title='*SIGH*'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111516170192523943</id><published>2005-05-03T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:08:21.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome People!</title><content type='html'>The people I work with are AWESOME!!!!  No joke:)  Just a little while ago a guy named Chip called down to production and said that he needed a whole bunch of product within the hour.  So Kelsey and I were frantically trying to get it all done for him.  Thankfully we did and when I told him so on the phone he's all like "God bless you".  Then he says, "Kimi, what do you feel like right now."  So of course I said a chocolate chip cookie, not taking him seriously.  He laughs and then hangs up the phone.  10 minutes later he comes walking down to production with not one, not two, not three, but FOUR huge cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody I know should work at Logos so you could meet all these wonderful people. &lt;br /&gt;BTW, they would be wonderful even if they didn't buy me cookies:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111516170192523943?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111516170192523943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111516170192523943' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111516170192523943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111516170192523943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/05/awesome-people.html' title='Awesome People!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111490303723628339</id><published>2005-04-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:48:42.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Wow, so far today it's been pretty crazy. My mom woke us up early and announced that today would be "spring cleaning day". Usually the sound of that would make me groan, but then I realized spring cleaning, which includes running up and down the stairs while carrying huge boxes would be a great way lose some calories. So right away I threw myself into helping mom. We worked for hours moving Josiah's stuff from the computer room into the laundry room. It's so awesome, Josiah is upgrading! You know, I don't think he has ever had a real room in his life. In Moscow he slept in a closet under the stairs and then a family room and so on. O.K. I'm getting off track:) I think I went up and down the stairs 71 and 1/2 times. (The half time was when I went up half way and then fell down backwards:)&lt;br /&gt;Once, while Josiah and Mom where moving his bed Joe goes "Ouch". He lifts up his foot to discover there is a big, silver tack imbedded in his heel. Me, being the helpful, calm sister that I am closed my eyes and covered my ears until I was sure he had pulled it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so good about all the calories I was losing, so good in fact that I went upstairs and ate a bowl of ice-cream with peanut butter on top. "Sigh" I don't know why I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Mom and I were feeling tired so I drove to the gas station (only 1 mile away) which had an espresso stop(aren't I lucky?) to get a latte. I think it was my third cup of the day. I need coffee the way Chris needs his Mt Dew!!&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I ran upstairs to find Kelsey choking in the bathroom. She had apparently dumped out a whole can of comet in her zeal to clean the bathtub. I'm serious you could NOT breath in there. That comet along with Windex I had been using all morning and my three coffees I had where NOT a good combination, (Oh wait....wow, I just saw a preview for "The Kingdom of Heaven". It looks so good, let's watch it someday) Whoops, sorry about that:) Like I was saying, the combination of everything was making me rather tipsy for a while and then down right crummy. I passed out on the couch and didn't wake up till just a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad no one can see how I look, my eyes are doing something strange and my hair is standing straight up not to mention I'm not wearing any makeup except for last night smeared mascara. Jill, I really wanted to go to the play with you tonight, but I just don't think it's gonna work out, sorry:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing I'd like to say is that we bought a new computer! The screen is so big; I think it's bigger than our school TV. We had to rearrange the whole downstairs for this new guy(computer) but I think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all laterz, I hope I won't look this way tomorrow:) Happy Earth Day, oh wait, that was last week, never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111490303723628339?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111490303723628339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111490303723628339' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111490303723628339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111490303723628339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12102908.post-111474053273712482</id><published>2005-04-28T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:08:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never know how to begin a new post. I mean I know how to get to this page and everything, but I don't know what to start writing about:( Is it supposed to be some introductory thing or do you just dive right in to whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. so enough with that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was so slow today, I kept staring out the window wishing I could go tubing or something. Will someone please take me? I have a boat, I just need someone who knows how to drive it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was getting in my car after work, I noticed someone had put two very gorgeous flowers on the trunk. I wonder who did it. Anybody know? I thought it was a very nice gift, hmm...Maybe it was an early birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder at the things my brother does. Today at dinner, Josiah picks up the water pitcher and for no reason dumps part of it on my head!? I now understand why God chose to give me only one brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could think of more things to write about, during the day my head is filled with ideas of what I could say next, but when I sit down at the computer I go completely blank! Sigh, I guess I was not made to be a writer....but, maybe I was made to be an FBI agent, or the President, or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA LATER,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12102908-111474053273712482?l=kimilouise4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/feeds/111474053273712482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12102908&amp;postID=111474053273712482' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111474053273712482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12102908/posts/default/111474053273712482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimilouise4.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-never-know-how-to-begin-new-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWdpkDWygqo/S0_Y97zWnEI/AAAAAAAAAks/NmEX7-zb0oE/S220/050120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
