<?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-9198124230883491834</id><updated>2012-02-07T14:08:35.545-08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV-cBNoK0-s/TVdE6H4Rh9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/IqAQPJBgfLQ/s320/Winter2011%2B027.JPG'/><title type='text'>Life as I see it.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayla Plessinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928429775166797210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-8673689815220907278</id><published>2012-02-07T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:41:09.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>SO I forgot to tell you one more thing.... So to be completely honest.. ever since i've kind of gotten over the fact that my best friend isn't ever coming back.. I've realized that I needed to learn to love again. And that i need something to take care of and no i did not get a puppy. I dont think I will get a dog for a very long time..or ever and i'm fine with that. Its just that you let some ugly mutt come into your life, you love them with all your heart, you see that they are no longer ugly but that they are really cute and then they get sick, old and die and then you are crushed and your life is ruined forever. So with that in mind i need to learn to love again so I added a new addition to my family..I got him at Walmart yesterday. I figure a fish is a great pet. You can watch them swim and feed them and name them but you cant pet them or snuggle with them or take them for walks or teach them to whisper. Therefore, when they die.. its sad but not as heart ripping as a dog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everyone.. meet... _&lt;u&gt;_( I dont have a name yet )&lt;/u&gt;__ ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little about him...he is a beta and he is blue..and he likes to do 1 of 4 things (never together) throughout the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Look at himself in the reflection (as hes doing in pic #1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. poop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9C4xUm2nFE/TzGWyDRDBPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eMYtsWGY4iQ/s1600/winter%2B2012%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9C4xUm2nFE/TzGWyDRDBPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eMYtsWGY4iQ/s320/winter%2B2012%2B060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706507989469562098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some name ideas that i have or that people have given me are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Dr. Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*D. Peps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Dr. P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Captain Morgan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Horkley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Phagocytosis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Bison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ohhh Cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Gills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzPAJm27Gvc/TzGWx8Sa9PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/m-o9W8d9Pyc/s1600/winter%2B2012%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzPAJm27Gvc/TzGWx8Sa9PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/m-o9W8d9Pyc/s320/winter%2B2012%2B058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706507987596276978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnCnx-aNm0A/TzGX1IrQyHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WeLTIEbN8Nc/s1600/winter%2B2012%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnCnx-aNm0A/TzGX1IrQyHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WeLTIEbN8Nc/s320/winter%2B2012%2B055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706509141972928626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think i should name him? Because he needs a name ASAP.. before he dies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-8673689815220907278?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/8673689815220907278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=8673689815220907278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/8673689815220907278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/8673689815220907278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>Kayla Plessinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928429775166797210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9C4xUm2nFE/TzGWyDRDBPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eMYtsWGY4iQ/s72-c/winter%2B2012%2B060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-3717501681137471918</id><published>2012-02-07T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:11:35.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at School 2012</title><content type='html'>SO I just realized that I haven't changed my blog since Halloween... that's embarrassing. I want to say my new years resolution is to update this thing for my family frequently but we all know that will NEVER happen because first of all... i am not married. Second of all, i don't have any children. And third of all.. my life just simply isn't that interesting.  ANYWAYS... Here is what i have been up to lately in pictures...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first moved into my apt it was not clean..at all. so i mopped the floor the BATHROOM floor and this is what i got... eww gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAQcoEROIwE/TzGGb0YFgDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dRkYkhI_vio/s320/mms_picture%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706490015329386546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favoritest meal is anything with ketchup. But this time my roommate Megan said i should try ketchup on a peanut butter sandwich.. it was interesting but honestly it wasn't bad. One second you would taste peanut butter then the next ketchup. But never together. So very interesting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3Ua75ewcGU/TzGGb-Mvb2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9TFfZDa2NlA/s1600/mms_picture_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3Ua75ewcGU/TzGGb-Mvb2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9TFfZDa2NlA/s320/mms_picture_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706490017966157666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This semester i have been helping Amber out at the Live Stock Center "teaching" a basic horsemanship 1 class. This is Superman running around showing off after class. He is awful to ride because he is huge and thumpy but he is a cutie-poo. You cant not love him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aca36e89c4e5ff3e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daca36e89c4e5ff3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331313708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AB1413D4AE602F4043459C0C609627E8F756CF.3012C6A9449B6C90D0CBA1FB834FD3DF671AA3D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daca36e89c4e5ff3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMdjTVQbM5K-FrlTVhea49vIRiGY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daca36e89c4e5ff3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331313708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AB1413D4AE602F4043459C0C609627E8F756CF.3012C6A9449B6C90D0CBA1FB834FD3DF671AA3D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daca36e89c4e5ff3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMdjTVQbM5K-FrlTVhea49vIRiGY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our favorite horses Kurger had to be put down this semester. She was sick and wasn't able to just be a horse anymore. The day before the passed away I helped give him some bute (like ibuprofen for us) so he wouldnt be in pain that night. Then we said our goodbyes. And i did get a little teary cuzNow he is running around in sunny green pastures and doesn't have to endure a cold winter. We miss him. One of my favorite things about him was when we would sneak him a peppermint treat and then ask him "Was that good?!" he would always throw him head up and down very dramatically telling us that it was SOO good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAPvSd7rdkw/TzGGcEISiDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0W86YAYKNlM/s1600/mms_picture%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAPvSd7rdkw/TzGGcEISiDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0W86YAYKNlM/s320/mms_picture%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706490019558098994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This winter 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--d4FY0qPGTw/TzGPChVVygI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U3mbnzRQtjQ/s1600/mms_picture%2B%25286%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--d4FY0qPGTw/TzGPChVVygI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U3mbnzRQtjQ/s320/mms_picture%2B%25286%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706499476325517826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Summer 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTrRiPh8HoI/TzGPCkV5zQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5FS8FtgnDuw/s320/mms_picture_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706499477133184258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite horse noses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I found out Claire and Bronson landed in Portland... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qciIblYByC8/TzGP6is5YNI/AAAAAAAAAII/t8Uf_jX4lAM/s1600/mms_picture%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qciIblYByC8/TzGP6is5YNI/AAAAAAAAAII/t8Uf_jX4lAM/s320/mms_picture%2B%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706500438765428946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan and I at church....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcuhE_fFyJo/TzGP6tbzLmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2xYsqq7hp54/s1600/IMG953345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcuhE_fFyJo/TzGP6tbzLmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2xYsqq7hp54/s320/IMG953345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706500441646509666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend Amber, Megan and I went to Provo to visit Amber's sister...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went ice skating and ate at Tucanos!. love that place. and we chilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GqdnStYSvo/TzGSd-ENOdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tKtP5WFkaEE/s1600/utahtrip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GqdnStYSvo/TzGSd-ENOdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tKtP5WFkaEE/s320/utahtrip2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706503246429632978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--z6KfHnr2_4/TzGSeJghPhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mx4w4OWKlZQ/s1600/utahtrip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--z6KfHnr2_4/TzGSeJghPhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mx4w4OWKlZQ/s320/utahtrip1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706503249501175314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QN6oLBoW3EM/TzGRnhgRVvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CBrRBvHFW4k/s320/Utah%2Btrip%2B2012%2B041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706502311049778930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsVk7FoQ7JA/TzGRm3bSyOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oIREeycfyPc/s320/Utah%2Btrip%2B2012%2B049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706502299754612962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5JRQ4XkumA/TzGRnI48WLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UnnUCNuW63U/s1600/Utah%2Btrip%2B2012%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5JRQ4XkumA/TzGRnI48WLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UnnUCNuW63U/s320/Utah%2Btrip%2B2012%2B029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706502304442374322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88Wl-8BPMUo/TzGSe9DRXdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/fzlJiUs2v3A/s320/Utah%2Btrip%2B2012%2B037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706503263337143762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-3717501681137471918?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/3717501681137471918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=3717501681137471918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/3717501681137471918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/3717501681137471918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-at-school-2012.html' title='Back at School 2012'/><author><name>Kayla Plessinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928429775166797210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAQcoEROIwE/TzGGb0YFgDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dRkYkhI_vio/s72-c/mms_picture%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-974962998943557715</id><published>2011-10-30T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:15:48.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alright people... YES.. i HATE halloween.. BUT i never said i hated carving a pumpkin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mikel came over this morning and spent the day with me and the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We all went to church and we had some awkward comments from some of the ward members.. in gospel doctrine when mikel raised his hand to comment this was the reply from the teacher.."We'll call you.. a FFrrriieenndd of the plessingers".  Mikels reply was, "Uhh. ya. so Jesus Christ..(cont with thought)"... hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After church mikel informed me, "I brought my mission pictures, i've decided that you can see them now." .... huh.. So we looked at mission pictures. There were lots of, "OHH hes such a cool guy" and "This guy! were like best friends". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We headed off to grandma and grandpa horrocks house, or as mikel said, "Holbrooks" during the prayer. We ate yummy food and we ate YUMMMY pumpkin pie! Everyone picked on mikel for never ever having tried FRESH homemade pumpkin pie before today. (He thought the stuff out of the can was what you call homemade and fresh)... He was very confused as to HOW you make homemade pumpkin if you dont get it from the can.... sad.. sadd..saaddd day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Turns out the kid likes the REAL homemade and FRESH pumpkin.. his response to me while eating a slice was, "Can you make this?"... OF COURSE I CAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After we took naps, chatted and talked about playing janga, we headed home and brought out the pumpkins. We thought about what we were going to make for a while.. Finally.. our journey begun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I finished mine faster than him.. he didnt have a jack-o-lantern pumpkin so it was hard to cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9HDWnfdgW0/Tq4xZTD6VQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/07YHzG24qxI/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9HDWnfdgW0/Tq4xZTD6VQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/07YHzG24qxI/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669523291589203202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everyone was somewhat joining us while we carved and listened to country music.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kade listening to his own music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTwarMxASaY/Tq4xano3RhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HaOPLx_3x6Y/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTwarMxASaY/Tq4xano3RhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HaOPLx_3x6Y/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669523314292770322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nooottt sure what carly is doing?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_oTgJ_B2Po/Tq4xZiRsEXI/AAAAAAAAADc/6bmmekoZAl0/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_oTgJ_B2Po/Tq4xZiRsEXI/AAAAAAAAADc/6bmmekoZAl0/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669523295673520498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And mom reading the sunday paper.. (this was before her nap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjazqMcFLBk/Tq4xZ3oL_jI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Ca5CaK3-pc/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjazqMcFLBk/Tq4xZ3oL_jI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Ca5CaK3-pc/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669523301405031986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NETzJjXEUXM/Tq4xa1VWSgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nv9xqw60jDQ/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NETzJjXEUXM/Tq4xa1VWSgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nv9xqw60jDQ/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669523317969013250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;OUR FINISHED PUMPKINS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mikel did a transformers symbol... NOT a "weird spider" as dad called it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and iii did a buffalo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUuZe4kDR08/Tq4yGMKQtzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tFNu9R1mfak/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUuZe4kDR08/Tq4yGMKQtzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tFNu9R1mfak/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669524062830901042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mikel said i couldnt do a scary face while holding a pumpkin with a buffalo on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBOr7SxySV0/Tq4yGj9xAlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MEg1wmkpcIw/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBOr7SxySV0/Tq4yGj9xAlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MEg1wmkpcIw/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669524069220942418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SO i had to make a "nicer" face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCvfYlXc08o/Tq4yGaP4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6r6V-HIJ3Ok/s1600/Fall%2B2011%2B065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCvfYlXc08o/Tq4yGaP4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6r6V-HIJ3Ok/s320/Fall%2B2011%2B065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669524066612569890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Welll not that we are competing.. im pretty sure mine was way more rockin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No offence mikel.. :)&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That is all folks.. for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-974962998943557715?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/974962998943557715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=974962998943557715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/974962998943557715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/974962998943557715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Kayla Plessinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928429775166797210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9HDWnfdgW0/Tq4xZTD6VQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/07YHzG24qxI/s72-c/Fall%2B2011%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-52024178862372853</id><published>2011-09-08T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T02:39:01.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at Cannon Beach!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday Mikel took me to Cannon Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who is Mikel? Oh... he is a boy, that likes me.. and i like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So why did we go to the beach? Well here is the story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He works at the Rose Garden and was maybe going to get free Taylor Swift tickets.. me not being a faaannn. ..PRAYED day and night for about a week or more that he would not get the tickets. Miracles do happen and he sadly did not get them.. :( bummer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Instead we went to Cannon Beach for the day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GkR1wi8xiA/Tmh9e8Xm2VI/AAAAAAAAABo/l-mgjZiBK-k/s1600/Mikel%2B009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GkR1wi8xiA/Tmh9e8Xm2VI/AAAAAAAAABo/l-mgjZiBK-k/s320/Mikel%2B009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649903703090977106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The drive there (2hrs) we sat in the car and sang country songs. We had an awkward moment when he confessed his love for.. Eminem.. He was lucky when i found out that he loves the Goo Goo Dolls and the fact that he know who ROD STEWART is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we pulled into town he took me to the best restaurant at the beach, Mo's! So good! Famous for their Clam Chowder we shared a little bowl. Best thing ever!!!! After we finished the Chowda we ate our SEPARATE hamburgers and fries!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-l032JGDic/TmiBQKEPzfI/AAAAAAAAABw/S8OCXftv3jQ/s320/0906111349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649907847116344818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the part when would say that he was a gentleman and paid for me.. but he "left" his wallet at home, so I was a gentlewoman and paid for him. (Don't worry, he paid me back when we got back to his house) I really didn't mind. He felt so bad and kept apologizing so I slip him 25 bucks under the table so he wouldn't be embarrassed and so he would quit apologizing. lol hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When all was eaten and paid for at Mo's we ventured out to the beach and played some frisbee for about 5 minutes. It was a beutiful day but it was very windy! The frisbee was blowing every where! So we quit and played catch. Me with my softball glove and him with his baseball glove. .. we used a baseball and what happened that he said wouldnt?... oh thats right, i still caught the BASEball with a SOFTball glove. SO shove it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At first he was throwing to me all nice and close... nerd. I didnt tell him i had an arm. Mwahahahaha!! I was waiting for the perfect time to chuck it and shock him. The time came when he threw it at me.. low, i missed it, hit my foot and rolled down the beach for a mile.  I ran after it and chucked it back.. not only did it reach him but to flew over his head. bahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He yelled "WHOA!!!!!" ...ya. beat that buddy.  Then he had to run after it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Then i pitched it to him and when he caught it, it made a B-E-A-U-tiful smack against his glove!  He said with big eyes, "WOW babe that was an awesome throw! Man you have an ARM!!" .. Chya it was!! and yes i have an arm, two in fact. Then we argued whether or not i could out throw him.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Here is a goofy picture of us... me with half an eyebrow and him with his smashed ear (from his hat) and both of us with asian eyes. hehehe. It was bright! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25wmOic7dpM/Tmh9euu89dI/AAAAAAAAABg/riTaO7kgVP4/s1600/Mikel%2B007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25wmOic7dpM/Tmh9euu89dI/AAAAAAAAABg/riTaO7kgVP4/s320/Mikel%2B007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649903699430798802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After I wanted to jump waves in the ocean. You know how cold it is.. like -30 degrees... Well he barely let the water touch his feet until he started screaming like a girl about how cold it was. He only got to his ankles (or as he says.. his mid-calf) until he turned around and ran back to the beach. Lil' baby. I got in to my mid-thighs until i got out. I got out because i thought about Jaws and so i creeped myself out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;We walked all down the beach talking and messin around. We walked down to Hay Stack Rock and looked at and poked at the clams and Starfish in the water and on the rocks. I found a sea urchin that was white in the middle and around the body there was bright green little Cilia finger like tubies. Like this pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBAsMkMGHIc/TmiHvXuLK8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FqQQFcMKjQI/s320/jz1134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649914980427574210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;NOTE: I did not take this.. i forgot my camera at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;SO of course i HAD to touch it! I figured it would feel like soft cilia that moved with the water and when i touched it... nope. When i touched it the cilia was sticky and it grabbed my finger!!! I almost peed myself! I screamed and jumped out of the pool of water that it was in! hahahaha. A bunch of people just stared at me. It went something like this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Me: "WAAAAAA!! It grabbed me!!! That was so scary!! Touch it!! do it! TOUCH IT!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;and do you know what he said to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;"Babe.. your embarrassing yourself"...&lt;wbr&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;... Dont babe me! So just to spite him i said (so people around me could hear me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;"I dont care. I am never going to see any of these people ever again. They can stare all they want."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Then i dared him to touch it. haha. When he touched it his response was not as dramatic as mine but it was funny.. he yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;"WHOA!! What the junk!!!" and yes he jumped backwards and out of the pool of water too. Bahahah.. whos embarrassing themself now?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We played around Hay Stack Rock for a while and people probably thought we were drink cuz we were goofin off and pushing each other and falling and it was fun. I have never had so many people give me so many weird looks. hahaha but hey.. its true. i am never going to see any of them again and yes they might talk about me but who cares! At least i was havin fuN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Before we left Mikel grabbed a stick and wrote in the sand. This was his creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt69PUbhsh0/Tmh9eeMls7I/AAAAAAAAABY/szY7VqjydYc/s1600/Mikel%2B010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt69PUbhsh0/Tmh9eeMls7I/AAAAAAAAABY/szY7VqjydYc/s320/Mikel%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649903694991700914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried to fix the heart.. in the end i  think the sand art was as big as the kitchen floor in my house...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qr8cggblZe8/Tmh9eE6uvkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nPDbTcRDieI/s1600/Mikel%2B015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qr8cggblZe8/Tmh9eE6uvkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nPDbTcRDieI/s320/Mikel%2B015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649903688205909570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we went to the candy store and stocked up on Salt Water Taffy, Zebra gum and Swedish Fish. Then he drove back to St. Helens as i slept. lol.  We ended the day watchin Jurassic Park and fighting with the cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-52024178862372853?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/52024178862372853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=52024178862372853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/52024178862372853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/52024178862372853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-at-cannon-beach.html' title='Day at Cannon Beach!!!'/><author><name>Kayla Plessinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928429775166797210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GkR1wi8xiA/Tmh9e8Xm2VI/AAAAAAAAABo/l-mgjZiBK-k/s72-c/Mikel%2B009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-4687904183587383254</id><published>2011-02-12T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:12:51.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV-cBNoK0-s/TVdE6H4Rh9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/IqAQPJBgfLQ/s320/Winter2011%2B027.JPG'/><title type='text'>The new (but already old) semester..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I KNOW i havent blogged since LAST YEar! I know, its very sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since i have been back in the good ol' sticks of Rexburg, a lot has happened, id say.  I moved into a new spendy awesome place!! And i just love Love LOVE it. It feels so homey and everything is new. I love it. Its a great feeling to know that you are the first person to lick the corner of the wall or to sleep on that new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; never been opened full mattress, or the first to take a bath (ok that was amber), or been the first to fall down the new stairs and hurt their fifth metatarsal!! No one... unlesssss someone else in another apt has thought of it... and has licked the corner of their wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So to decorate my crib I put up all that needs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; describe me. You can know what side of the room is mine because Bison's, Thomas Kinkades, and cows roam free. When people come into my room I often hear them say in a snobbish kind of way, "wow... do you like buffalos and cows or something?" ....(kayla face)... NO I just have all this stuff cuz i hate them. Girl pleeease. I also get "So are your favorite colors like pink and black or something?".. Actually, I like red. but pink goes the best with black cow spots. and plus.. it looks wicked sweet together. What i want to say to some people is "oh nice, your comforter is light purple and your walls are egg shell white.. do you like purple and eggs?" I mean what does that say about that person?.. That im cooler?.. totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeRuTx4xT80/TVdDOKMKC0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/lfjEN3Oynbo/s320/Winter2011%2B028.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996974426852162" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruwXa6PQQl4/TVdDOZyqCuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZfG8s1Qx__Q/s320/Winter2011%2B030.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996978614864610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my side of the room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0hmgfic1PY/TVdDPPJEElI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TacineDhAhU/s320/Winter2011%2B025.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996992935924306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_atQLofXqc/TVdDOppfC6I/AAAAAAAAAds/01av0KWjdZo/s320/Winter2011%2B029.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996982871362466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;My huge closet!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;And this is ambers side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                    &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lMsvciFMrc/TVdDO1njHMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/W7DcLeDfhB8/s320/Winter2011%2B032.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996986084465858" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV-cBNoK0-s/TVdE6H4Rh9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/IqAQPJBgfLQ/s320/Winter2011%2B027.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572998829232457682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The middle shelfs that holds our little TV where we watch our favorite Disney movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANNNNDD the only man that is allowed in our room. I call him.. Booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvll8IOjh1o/TVg4Pg6s7DI/AAAAAAAAAfk/laYjXXHptnc/s1600/Winter2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvll8IOjh1o/TVg4Pg6s7DI/AAAAAAAAAfk/laYjXXHptnc/s320/Winter2011%2B035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573266378056330290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how me and Amber talk to each other when we are in our beds. And when we are in the bathroom doing our hair and makeup.. we also use the mirror to talk and look at each other. We all know we do it. Its funner (yes its a word) than just talking face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Classes.. aweful. I think i'll take 4 more years to graduate.. Just kidding dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anatomy and Physiology... Kickin' my BUTT.... Excuse my french mother. Could it be anymore torturous? I think not. I do have to say that i have the whole skull memorized and the hand/wrist.. And let me tell ya... there is a lot of nonsense going on inside your head! I do like anatomy but i hate that i will never be able to look at another bone and say, "thats a leg bone" or "my head hurts".. why?..because now its not my head hurts, now its the zygomatic process of the temporal bone that hurts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cells are another story. I cant just look at myself and see me anymore..I see all those videos that my teacher made us watch about little moving things inside you that look like little people and creatures! (&lt;b&gt;PLEASE refer to the little who in whoville carrying the big blue ball and creepily walking on a tight rope&lt;/b&gt; at 2 min) I think about the little cells inside me that are called &lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;Keratinized Stratified &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;Squamous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Epithelium.. I mean, what does that even mean!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(for the video if it is too big you might need to click on the title to make it bigger so you can watch it.. i dont know how to make it smaller because claire wont answer her phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mszlckmc4Hw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;This is a video we watched (the one with the who and the blue ball) and my teacher was right.. this video makes ya want to learn more and explore the inside of cells. While i was watching it i thought i had a vision that i would be the next big scientist and i thought it was the coolest thing ever! The inner life of a cell! AWESOME! ... until the video stopped and my teacher began talking then my reality check bounced. I think i'll stick to Kiwanis Camp, walking Rudy, being with my family, quoting movies, hating obama and doing activities that cause asthma attacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;As for my awesome fun class. I am taking Adaptive PE for special populations.. can I just say.. ITS THE BEST CLASS EVER!! We get to play games and some of the clients from Journeys and Upper Valley Connections (day program for people with disabilities) come and play with us. and there is a hottie body who works there that comes and plays with us.. and ive tried something new with him, its called flirting. Its fun. I like him. and.. No wonder Aunt Leann love doing APE, its so FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Some other things that have been going on are.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBnBaro2GNs/TVgsy1F3U9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/SMJLaia84xM/s320/ice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573253790627746770" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;it has already been -21 degrees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was very cold but once it hits the negatives you really cant tell a difference. When it got up to 32 degrees i was wearing a short sleeve shirt with just a fleece. It was way warmer than -21! I cant wait for summer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2hiKUeR8AA/TVgwrI77zOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4PTDoKIKwog/s320/sneakyguy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573258056562363618" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I saw this guy while walking to class... I first saw him from far away because it looked like a floating cone walking through the trees.. Sneaky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I watched 4 puppies be born..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1lqO7DaQ9g/TVgtqlN8AHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MbOkhllg-kM/s320/pup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573254748439314546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q3R39GJgdY/TVgseh--xuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pZIQC-LFasI/s320/pinkpup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573253441901217506" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These yellow labs are so "ugly but cute" as my bishop says. (They are his). These pics were taken when they were a couple of hours old. The one to the left is when she is almost a week old. They cant see or hear anything yet but SOON!! We love traveling to Rigby and watching, playing, and snuggling with them. All 12 of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One litter was 4 yellows and the other was 8 chocolate. We cant wait until they can run around and play with us! If you wanna see more pics go to &lt;a href="http://www.labsofcottonhollow.com/"&gt;http://www.labsofcottonhollow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will see 5 yellow pups but sadly the green guy died the night after he was born. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ_OX9MY_20/TVgt_LpXgkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4SMxJ_bztk0/s1600/pups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ_OX9MY_20/TVgt_LpXgkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4SMxJ_bztk0/s320/pups.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573255102352294466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;saw baby lamb be born and helped bottle feed another&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQPnSz4Ixco/TVgsySDHEdI/AAAAAAAAAe0/c1o1V7iJRw8/s320/baby17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573253781220954578" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call him Baby Lamb 17. He is so sweet. He loves people and when you come into the pen he comes right up to you and starts talking. (Usually all sheep and lambs run away while screaming at the same time.) We have to bottle feed him because his mother can produce enough milk to feed him and his other 2 siblings. Although he reaks of sheep I still love to snuggle him and help him get warm (he doesn't have as much fluff on him as the others because he was malnourished). I take pity on my little Baby Lamb 17. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I call him that because he has a 17 spray painted on his back so we can tell which lambs belong to which mamma's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRq9obOKOgg/TVgsgZMPMlI/AAAAAAAAAes/2rimg8isp7g/s320/sylvialamb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573253473900638802" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sylvia is the one that i have to thank for letting me tag along to help feed, tag, and play with the lambs.  She had to grab this baby so we could tag it and put iodine on the umbilical cord so it wouldn't get infected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...and i have already biffed it 3 times...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;Twice on the ice and one time because my knees gave out on my going down the stairs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;#1. The first biff was when i was walking to class and BLACK ICE just so happen to be present and i was carrying my 50lb anatomy book and i did a giant lunge and slid 3 feet down the sidewalk. After i yelled "OWWW" Some little skinny girl helped me up and then told me that i was very graceful and that my slide was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;#2. The second time happened to be when BLACK ICE was also present.. me and amber were walking up the sidewalk and as she slipped i went to grab her to help her and down i went. When amber looked back i was laying "flat" on my back..with my backpack on.. and still holding my 50lb anatomy book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;#3. There was no black ice involved.. Just steps and a million people around. We were walking to get a seat at devotional and as i was walking down the steps my knees gave out and i slowly crumbled to the floor catching myself an inch from the ground.. literally. As i stood up and looked to see who saw my crumble a big guy behind me was staring at me with one eyebrow up.. When i saw him i pointed in his face and said "you didnt see anything. right." and he put his hand up like i had a gun and said "ya i didnt see anything." then he walked to his seat a couple of rows down from us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I also had to patch up Temperance.. But we wont mention anymore of that. Many tears, sweat and blood went into that. I can testify that Duct Tape is a gift to  all on earth. She is all better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj34laf-oYo/TVg4PD1OgfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3xOs0rpWQoQ/s1600/Winter2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj34laf-oYo/TVg4PD1OgfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3xOs0rpWQoQ/s320/Winter2011%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573266370248737266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;This semester has had its good and its bad.. obviously. And i do have to thank my newest friend whom i call Celex. You can say we are joined at the hip all  the time. I never go anywhere without her. This is a shout out for her.. Thanks for helping me become a better friend, family member, future wife and mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace and Blessings until we meet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-4687904183587383254?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/4687904183587383254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=4687904183587383254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/4687904183587383254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/4687904183587383254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-but-already-old-semester.html' title='The new (but already old) semester..'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeRuTx4xT80/TVdDOKMKC0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/lfjEN3Oynbo/s72-c/Winter2011%2B028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-4987138281599709157</id><published>2010-08-25T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:12:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDjw_WxvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2T8hWnIKZ-o/s1600/home2010+320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDjw_WxvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2T8hWnIKZ-o/s320/home2010+320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509454369626965746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of willingly cleaning around the house.. i chose to take a moment for myself and exfoliate my skin and jam to some good ol' country music. After i came downstairs to rejoin the family and to finish a task that i was in the middle of... i was suddenly made fun of my the youngest sister. PaaLeaSe! The only thing she was.. was jealous. Jealous of my beauty that is. As my gator skin radiated throughout the entire downstairs i soon got the attention of the brother. Because he couldn't and wouldn't stop laughing, i decided to make a fool out of him too.  After a minute of explaining myself. I encouraged and succeed in his willingness to participate with me. After Kade, Carly wanted to hop in on the fun too (i think more because we were taking pictures..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGVQcXyYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QNrZ4CH89ug/s1600/home2010+338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGVQcXyYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QNrZ4CH89ug/s320/home2010+338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509457418907011458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGUzmRG7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Xi3qBPQk7l8/s1600/home2010+333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGUzmRG7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Xi3qBPQk7l8/s320/home2010+333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509457411163888562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask Rudy but when he came over to smell the ooze portraying out of the bottle, he sneezed, stuck his nose in the air and trotted away in disgust. I took that as a no. I asked and attempted to get dad to participate in the blessed event too but hes not as willing to fall into peer pressure. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Kade told us we were forbidden to take pictures. He said we couldn't put any on facebook or the internet, period! Paaallease. I am the favorite sister to him.. therefore,  i won.  Once he saw himself he knew he had to show everyone everywhere on the internet what his sister "made him" do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDi2ToEtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/83R2bIi1fjY/s1600/home2010+317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDi2ToEtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/83R2bIi1fjY/s320/home2010+317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509454353874293458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDje0LugI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6SVnk1fqG6Q/s1600/home2010+316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDje0LugI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6SVnk1fqG6Q/s320/home2010+316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509454364748265986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGTV3L6uI/AAAAAAAAAcE/i8RMlL6KbCM/s1600/home2010+326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGTV3L6uI/AAAAAAAAAcE/i8RMlL6KbCM/s320/home2010+326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509457386001918690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDkWLVUgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BD_6oQCfK68/s1600/home2010+343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDkWLVUgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BD_6oQCfK68/s320/home2010+343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509454379609313794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGT9OJCrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XnS_G0oBDe4/s1600/home2010+327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGT9OJCrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XnS_G0oBDe4/s320/home2010+327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509457396567182002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you makes these lips...?.. we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious watching Kade trying to wash all of the mask off his face. "Gosh! That took me like 20 minutes!" hahaha! Even though it did, i know he will be participating in my face painting moments again. As for now. All of our faces are exfoliated, soft as Bronson's baby butt (excuse my language, mother), and more radiant than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGWPnXm5I/AAAAAAAAAck/AhpSd2v6zuc/s1600/home2010+345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWGWPnXm5I/AAAAAAAAAck/AhpSd2v6zuc/s320/home2010+345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509457435864570770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.  The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-4987138281599709157?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/4987138281599709157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=4987138281599709157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/4987138281599709157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/4987138281599709157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-for-break.html' title='Home for break'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THWDjw_WxvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2T8hWnIKZ-o/s72-c/home2010+320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-3036258632152305680</id><published>2010-07-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:38:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, finally i have added to my pity of a blog. Her ya go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say that i am just 'messin around' here at  school...uh hum, mother... but really i am just having the time of my  LIFE!  I think it would be awesome to do Hippotherapy for people with  disabilities when I finish school (whenever that is) and so me becoming  one of "the horse people" here at school will only benefit me, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTQQbblHcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Mr3kJmkNbfk/s1600/Summer10+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTQQbblHcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Mr3kJmkNbfk/s320/Summer10+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509257224840879554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, some of you have heard of my new man... well i will tell and show you all just who he is... Introducing my "sugar honey ice tea" (i dont call him that it's from the movie Madagascar). His name is Chuck Wagon, and NO there is no relation between him and high school musical Chuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?.. you say i am allergic?... well Chuck Wagon has helped me overcome my allergy to the gentle giants of the country world, so i am thankful for him and now i am cured, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, this is Chuck Wagon my Schmootsie-poo. We get along perfectly, (when he is listening) and we look alike, imagine that!!. We are both Big boned, strawberry blond hair, he has a saddle- i have saddle bags, we like our alone times, love food, have gas, we are chill and we both love to sleep. I want to take him home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/TEY1H5ZWoSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/junzCv9i4Fs/s1600/chuckwagon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/TEY1H5ZWoSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/junzCv9i4Fs/s320/chuckwagon4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496138805034787106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The stuff in pink is horse stuff.. so if you would like to read it... read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am a Right Brain Introvert..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.he is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Left Brain Introvert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  some days and others he is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Left Brain  Extrovert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a Left Brain Introvert is known to be easily  bored, pushy, argumentative, have a tendency to buck/charge, be  stubborn, food focused (he very much is), disinterested,  unmotivated/lazy, non-responsive, and low key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Left Brain Extrovert is known to be energetic,  exuberant, mischievous, tendency to bite/ strike, playful, mouthy, naughty,  bossy, and willful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a horse i would be considered a &lt;span&gt;Right Brain Introvert which is  known to be tense, cant think, distrustful, unpredictable, tendency to kick (in fear), freezes then explodes, compliant, shy/timid, obedient, submissive, bonding, forgiving, and sensitive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what his breed is because no one seems to know. They cant remember if he is registered as a POA (Pony of America) or an Appaloosa (yes there are spots on his behind). So i guess he's a mutt. Whatever. Mutts are the cutest anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTO5ich5qI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cfD9sNT2Ths/s1600/carly+376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTO5ich5qI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cfD9sNT2Ths/s320/carly+376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509255732075292322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During class we sometimes had to help set up the arena. I usually helped with the poles because i am buff and because it took forever to move them so i wouldn't have to help with anything else. shhh. Whenever i helped drag the poles across the arena Chuck Wagon always helped too by following close behind me. This was awesome because it means he loves me and it was nice that i didn't have to go find and catch him when i was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is summer and the weather here is blazin' hot. I like to let  Chuck Wagon cool off while i am brushing, hoof picking, and saddling him  by flipping his mane and putting his hair in different styles. My  favorites are of him looking like a Troll and a Unicorn. He seems to  tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/TEZIuF9_ITI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/lKX_-eHTki8/s1600/chuckwagon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/TEZIuF9_ITI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/lKX_-eHTki8/s320/chuckwagon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496160351965618482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/TEZIt-VB0ZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bEBVBQg5M88/s1600/chuckwagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/TEZIt-VB0ZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bEBVBQg5M88/s320/chuckwagon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496160349914780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During class he LOVES to go and the slightest tap and he will take off. It. is. AWESOME!!! He used to barrel race so whenever we get the chance to do barrels in class... we always win. snap! He also loves to jump. I think it is because its so addicting..&lt;br /&gt;Others in the class always ask me if they can trade horses for a while because they want to see what it's really like riding an awesome horse that can jump and barrel race! I am privileged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTKavJON4I/AAAAAAAAAak/XOYRfdyPfmg/s1600/carly+374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTKavJON4I/AAAAAAAAAak/XOYRfdyPfmg/s320/carly+374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509250804861515650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                  This is my "Mwahahaha hes mine!" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is us lopping over a jump. This one was a good jump..for me. The bad ones i seem to hook the horn of the saddle on my bra or my ribs. There was some bruising that occurred on some instances. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTIsxMDuEI/AAAAAAAAAac/hYmQ3shaLRE/s1600/Summer10+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66d31117009c344" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D066d31117009c344%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331313708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A32D76409DB5E7CDB19F7F03E422D33B7F2678E.79972FD91506CB61F61A41A1BA42E82AAECB7D6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66d31117009c344%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuJ3ndt5CeKvnlwo4WyRK1cIATBE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D066d31117009c344%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331313708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A32D76409DB5E7CDB19F7F03E422D33B7F2678E.79972FD91506CB61F61A41A1BA42E82AAECB7D6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66d31117009c344%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuJ3ndt5CeKvnlwo4WyRK1cIATBE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THS8I7s7uMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_hovbTqCAwg/s1600/Summer10+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THS8I7s7uMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_hovbTqCAwg/s320/Summer10+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509235105832089794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one bruise that i got while jumping but instead of hitting the horn on my bra or ribs i whacked my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTMgp-BKqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/pQgfE5iuxC8/s1600/carly+382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTMgp-BKqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/pQgfE5iuxC8/s320/carly+382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509253105574816418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us lopping around the arena. Like the cherry on his bum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTIYD6YINI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-cEF1z60J6g/s1600/Summer10+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTIYD6YINI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-cEF1z60J6g/s320/Summer10+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509248559873532114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTIsxMDuEI/AAAAAAAAAac/hYmQ3shaLRE/s1600/Summer10+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        One day when i returned him to his pen I decided to take some ANTM shots of us together. I think he is good at smizing. We are so cute together. aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTUxUx6ytI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0fIMQsEfZT8/s1600/Summer10+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTUxUx6ytI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0fIMQsEfZT8/s320/Summer10+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509262188037720786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our class was done. I always kissed my boy goodbye. And he likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THS9BSPLdTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/AycjRk_2278/s1600/Summer10+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THS9BSPLdTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/AycjRk_2278/s320/Summer10+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509236073953981746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-3036258632152305680?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/3036258632152305680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=3036258632152305680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/3036258632152305680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/3036258632152305680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2010/07/chuck-wagon.html' title='Chuck Wagon'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/THTQQbblHcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Mr3kJmkNbfk/s72-c/Summer10+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-1658424570460190941</id><published>2009-05-01T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:40:50.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spring break in Provo with the Oldest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sft3xZggxCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/aEtsQBm7RQQ/s1600-h/today+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330986274467660834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sft3xZggxCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/aEtsQBm7RQQ/s320/today+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sft3xOF9OXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LA9a_27U9cA/s1600-h/today+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330986271403489650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sft3xOF9OXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LA9a_27U9cA/s320/today+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitched a ride to the airport and were the ones who were going to keep me awake the whole drive.... Amber and Jordan...bums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While John was at work all night.. It was just us, the dogs, and Heavyweights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftukkfuFOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vFdfO7SvTLE/s1600-h/today+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330976158474179810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftukkfuFOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vFdfO7SvTLE/s320/today+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sft3w_a22yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3S0L12XApCU/s1600-h/today+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330986267464620834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sft3w_a22yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3S0L12XApCU/s320/today+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftukH00lmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/v_Ormq5Z4tA/s1600-h/today+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330976150778058338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftukH00lmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/v_Ormq5Z4tA/s320/today+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sftukaj1XzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OAUdrMV-6S8/s1600-h/today+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330976155807080242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sftukaj1XzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OAUdrMV-6S8/s320/today+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftujwkfL7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ow4fkCApN3g/s1600-h/today+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330976144535531442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftujwkfL7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ow4fkCApN3g/s320/today+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sftuj3hxmVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mlygRc32jyU/s1600-h/today+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330976146403203410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sftuj3hxmVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mlygRc32jyU/s320/today+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoBZKXBjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/j8RU09FqTCc/s1600-h/today+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968957066610226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoBZKXBjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/j8RU09FqTCc/s320/today+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoBD9cBNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GJMiuFgR03E/s1600-h/today+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968951375267026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoBD9cBNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GJMiuFgR03E/s320/today+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kota and Georgia sitting in my trunk while i was packing to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hitting Temple Square before heading back to Rexburg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoA3kmsuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/v5RzhEgFIVs/s1600-h/today+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968948049883874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoA3kmsuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/v5RzhEgFIVs/s320/today+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, me and Claire at the "secret parking lot" at Temple Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoATNmy7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/R8L84h4DqG8/s1600-h/today+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968938289744818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoATNmy7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/R8L84h4DqG8/s320/today+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoAgmRiYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LClrKylXeN0/s1600-h/today+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968941882870146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftoAgmRiYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LClrKylXeN0/s320/today+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We tried being as wonderful as mother with the flower shots. hehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmNwmcz_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/kyuKqXjRMgM/s1600-h/today+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330966970493620210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmNwmcz_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/kyuKqXjRMgM/s320/today+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmOO5W4KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dwX9Vlh6Eyw/s1600-h/today+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330966978625986722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmOO5W4KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dwX9Vlh6Eyw/s320/today+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the History museum laying in those beds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmNmUobNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lFY-Ml26LOI/s1600-h/today+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330966967734529234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmNmUobNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lFY-Ml26LOI/s320/today+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmNWG0yVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BjYXaxMcZ_c/s1600-h/today+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330966963381651794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SftmNWG0yVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BjYXaxMcZ_c/s320/today+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to Christ and the Temple.... what could be better? ok, the whole family would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-1658424570460190941?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/1658424570460190941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=1658424570460190941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/1658424570460190941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/1658424570460190941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-break-09.html' title='Spring Break 09'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sft3xZggxCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/aEtsQBm7RQQ/s72-c/today+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-5398742286516118424</id><published>2009-04-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:59:06.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK to ScHOoL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ashleigh at a basketabll game in Ashton. These are our game faces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_DuFEiAsI/AAAAAAAAASc/Oc2ubd4pqFM/s1600-h/School+and+more+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327692080605168322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_DuFEiAsI/AAAAAAAAASc/Oc2ubd4pqFM/s320/School+and+more+174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327692838416702114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_EaMI4WqI/AAAAAAAAASk/_XnEoVu3W5M/s320/School+and+more+186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basic Skills Campout!!!&lt;br /&gt;The best 3 day break from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_lww810AI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0CD1yaT1iJk/s1600-h/School+and+more+208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327729510139154434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_lww810AI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0CD1yaT1iJk/s320/School+and+more+208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_IpfD0_-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/zMiVdNnV4QQ/s1600-h/School+and+more+209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327697499240333282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_IpfD0_-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/zMiVdNnV4QQ/s320/School+and+more+209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Derrin, Kurtis, Patrick, Lacy, Nicole, Steve, Amy, James, and Jordana. One big happy family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_KNo4yX_I/AAAAAAAAATE/o3jd_f0hIoM/s1600-h/School+and+more+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327699219865296882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_KNo4yX_I/AAAAAAAAATE/o3jd_f0hIoM/s320/School+and+more+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_KNv52BNI/AAAAAAAAATM/rbRbpVFihlg/s1600-h/School+and+more+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327699221748778194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_KNv52BNI/AAAAAAAAATM/rbRbpVFihlg/s320/School+and+more+213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the Trail along the River of No Return on The Salmon River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_aDfEkyLI/AAAAAAAAATU/ZJZrye5cVVg/s1600-h/School+and+more+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327716637617735858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_aDfEkyLI/AAAAAAAAATU/ZJZrye5cVVg/s320/School+and+more+223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_aDfxGqlI/AAAAAAAAATc/ba0zbH9W3uY/s1600-h/School+and+more+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327716637804505682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_aDfxGqlI/AAAAAAAAATc/ba0zbH9W3uY/s320/School+and+more+240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Nichole leading into camp.                  The view form our tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_a9N2SRdI/AAAAAAAAATk/092HE9iy7Rs/s1600-h/School+and+more+241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327717629426812370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_a9N2SRdI/AAAAAAAAATk/092HE9iy7Rs/s320/School+and+more+241.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_a9dUInRI/AAAAAAAAATs/RoIrrghoIZg/s1600-h/School+and+more+242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327717633578540306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_a9dUInRI/AAAAAAAAATs/RoIrrghoIZg/s320/School+and+more+242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine and Amy's 2 man tent... which really should have been 1.. There was no room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327732892998974418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_o1rFeO9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Sa6iHjpFCSA/s320/School+and+more+252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging up our bear bags on the steepest hill in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_o1a_DefI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ORZlBDd8U_E/s1600-h/School+and+more+248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327732888677087730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_o1a_DefI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ORZlBDd8U_E/s320/School+and+more+248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordana pulling Steve up the bear bag hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_suuDu6hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QkX-HoIVdU0/s1600-h/School+and+more+289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327737171584412178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_suuDu6hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QkX-HoIVdU0/s320/School+and+more+289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_su-7GpkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NfHjA4REP9I/s1600-h/School+and+more+305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327737176111621698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_su-7GpkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NfHjA4REP9I/s320/School+and+more+305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Off on our 10 miler day hike.                    Where we stopped to eat lunch.. no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfYz_0n5NbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/n0K10jZb1Ns/s1600-h/School+and+more+317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329504380590306738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfYz_0n5NbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/n0K10jZb1Ns/s320/School+and+more+317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfYz_rH8xQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/m0RDi2S3hoE/s1600-h/School+and+more+294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329504378040403202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfYz_rH8xQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/m0RDi2S3hoE/s320/School+and+more+294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfYz_rH8xQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/m0RDi2S3hoE/s1600-h/School+and+more+294.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who found these cougar prints? ME!!! Good eye, good eye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfY8M0y_w-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/lQ5LImvBr94/s1600-h/School+and+more+325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513400068195298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfY8M0y_w-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/lQ5LImvBr94/s320/School+and+more+325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hiking our way back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfY8MzJL_-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/SPpQQ8i7OYs/s1600-h/School+and+more+344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513399624400866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfY8MzJL_-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/SPpQQ8i7OYs/s320/School+and+more+344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free time in the 2-man tent. Amy, Jordana, Lacy and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjM7IkDNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rxF4piDIxb4/s1600-h/School+and+more+351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329556282722749650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjM7IkDNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rxF4piDIxb4/s320/School+and+more+351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjNClWN3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/SFUSkgg6QgQ/s1600-h/School+and+more+359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329556284722526066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjNClWN3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/SFUSkgg6QgQ/s320/School+and+more+359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal time! Basically it was mostly slop. whatev. Food is food when your out in the middle of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjNsR-uaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/72uE3iZNGSU/s1600-h/School+and+more+361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329556295915583906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjNsR-uaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/72uE3iZNGSU/s320/School+and+more+361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjNUUBewI/AAAAAAAAAVM/KEaofHfqoJM/s1600-h/School+and+more+360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329556289481702146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfZjNUUBewI/AAAAAAAAAVM/KEaofHfqoJM/s320/School+and+more+360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kurtis trying to warm up. Kurtis, Patrick and Amy on our last morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiWi1jrm8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ooAiVbktnqI/s1600-h/School+and+more+364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330175684229438402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiWi1jrm8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ooAiVbktnqI/s320/School+and+more+364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sfiib5hp4II/AAAAAAAAAWs/czBICsyD5MA/s1600-h/School+and+more+366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330188759175127170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Sfiib5hp4II/AAAAAAAAAWs/czBICsyD5MA/s320/School+and+more+366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy, Nichol, me, Lacy, and Jordana out for an hour long pee party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX1kQgIFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NU0FmUqgrvI/s1600-h/School+and+more+374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177105514733650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX1kQgIFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NU0FmUqgrvI/s320/School+and+more+374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX14AuxjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uT-WCCdCPIc/s1600-h/School+and+more+377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177110817293874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX14AuxjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uT-WCCdCPIc/s320/School+and+more+377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our smokin' campfire! Me and Lacy.              We're fire breathers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX2La9kYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ud5byShYFcs/s1600-h/School+and+more+379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177116027588994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX2La9kYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ud5byShYFcs/s320/School+and+more+379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In memory of our aweful stoves. We werent allowed to cook over a fire. Thats a no no for Leaving No Trace Behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX2fWzPEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5whJUgxhhus/s1600-h/School+and+more+380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177121378843714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SfiX2fWzPEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5whJUgxhhus/s320/School+and+more+380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our happy boys. Kurtis, Patrick, James, Darrin, and Steve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SficQZPTV_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/UQ0vXwKDuCE/s1600-h/School+and+more+383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330181964459890674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SficQZPTV_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/UQ0vXwKDuCE/s320/School+and+more+383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330181978695207250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SficRORRCVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DhvYwdwvpg8/s320/School+and+more+389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our 5 mile hike back to the van. Cant see it but there's a bald eagle flying in there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SficQoTzg0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/T2sF2pNIhCg/s1600-h/School+and+more+384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330181968505307970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SficQoTzg0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/T2sF2pNIhCg/s320/School+and+more+384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SficQ8CCf-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/C2AM0BaLkSw/s1600-h/School+and+more+394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330181973799501794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SficQ8CCf-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/C2AM0BaLkSw/s320/School+and+more+394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last moments away from civilization. It went by WAY to fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-5398742286516118424?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/5398742286516118424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=5398742286516118424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/5398742286516118424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/5398742286516118424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-semester.html' title='Winter Semester'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/Se_DuFEiAsI/AAAAAAAAASc/Oc2ubd4pqFM/s72-c/School+and+more+174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-5025208792037210400</id><published>2008-10-05T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:50:03.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at the Oreon Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T'was night before dads birthday and throughout the car ride,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sung the loud but delightful, voice of senior pride.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As father drove like a fighting grizzly bear,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all silently prayed that we'd soon be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While pulling into the bay we all sighed with relief,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mother check us in thinking it would be brief...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like forever, we were finally free,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave us the "go" and we fought for the key.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to dad! who seemed.. just a little mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmo0je4B9I/AAAAAAAAANU/17WL4TtqaHY/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmo0je4B9I/AAAAAAAAANU/17WL4TtqaHY/s200/Home+for+Break+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253916061135800274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmpLQUusvI/AAAAAAAAANc/gdcvdscAE1o/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmpLQUusvI/AAAAAAAAANc/gdcvdscAE1o/s200/Home+for+Break+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253916451129963250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmpfnCRtrI/AAAAAAAAANk/kDrbQ3RzxHc/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmpfnCRtrI/AAAAAAAAANk/kDrbQ3RzxHc/s200/Home+for+Break+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253916800823965362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that he was no longer a young twenty-nine year-old lad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOm012tHFZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/FYLZngdHMII/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOm012tHFZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/FYLZngdHMII/s320/Home+for+Break+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253929277615183250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOm02L6ZrJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5CPcpZspqkc/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOm02L6ZrJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5CPcpZspqkc/s320/Home+for+Break+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253929283308072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As we sat on the balcony in the cool morning chill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmqNn6B5JI/AAAAAAAAANs/hQF8PvP8Iqo/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmqNn6B5JI/AAAAAAAAANs/hQF8PvP8Iqo/s320/Home+for+Break+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253917591331792018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmqOJqe-lI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MinvKUELDLs/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmqOJqe-lI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MinvKUELDLs/s320/Home+for+Break+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253917600393394770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We caught sight of gray whales eating mouthfuls of krill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmj65W_YSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vpMBDa4tW4s/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmj65W_YSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vpMBDa4tW4s/s320/Home+for+Break+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253910672529383714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In town we explored all the little beach shops,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmulIlXBSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/I43hlfnYAXo/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmulIlXBSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/I43hlfnYAXo/s320/Home+for+Break+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253922393286968610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmtCD08k4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/3_whlsHOp8Q/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmtCD08k4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/3_whlsHOp8Q/s320/Home+for+Break+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253920691203117954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kade followed behind with his one legged hops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone was ready we followed the shore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmtCVjLvfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p6P8CYRAJbs/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmtCVjLvfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p6P8CYRAJbs/s320/Home+for+Break+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253920695960452594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmtB8ChEUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YtZXa9fJck4/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmtB8ChEUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YtZXa9fJck4/s320/Home+for+Break+059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253920689112551746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go find our yearly ornaments at the Christmas store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished with joy we drove into Lincoln City,&lt;br /&gt;and dad bought us all everything nice and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmwCkOCrKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/c2LeI4G0IHg/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmwCkOCrKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/c2LeI4G0IHg/s320/Home+for+Break+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253923998433193122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmwCzerVSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YtaRj8v-6rY/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmwCzerVSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YtaRj8v-6rY/s320/Home+for+Break+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253924002529498402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmwDDsDIDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9FAeRyZC4sY/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmwDDsDIDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9FAeRyZC4sY/s320/Home+for+Break+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253924006880550962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night came too quickly as our stomachs grew louder&lt;br /&gt;so we went and devoured several bowls of clam chowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While fetching some aspirin Carly heard some strange noise,&lt;br /&gt;Finding herself trapped being hit-on by local town boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the condo we sang songs of pure delight,&lt;br /&gt;And cuz dad was driving, we hit every single light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back room we soared through the air,&lt;br /&gt;Snapping pictures to show our dearest sister Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmxXk2WbKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZDs37UFUy_M/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmxXk2WbKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZDs37UFUy_M/s320/Home+for+Break+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253925458891140258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmxXwZa2EI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YRDwDY9oz1w/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmxXwZa2EI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YRDwDY9oz1w/s320/Home+for+Break+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253925461991020610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmxYIFfLII/AAAAAAAAAPM/ko_le4HqrHU/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmxYIFfLII/AAAAAAAAAPM/ko_le4HqrHU/s320/Home+for+Break+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253925468349869186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noon rolled around we said our goodbyes..&lt;br /&gt;to that once in a life time view, right before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy4S9jixI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_PQDLXg7Htg/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy4S9jixI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_PQDLXg7Htg/s320/Home+for+Break+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253927120536832786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy4o34P5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Ka7oOKPooI/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy4o34P5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Ka7oOKPooI/s320/Home+for+Break+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253927126418603922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for the beach, took a picnic and played,&lt;br /&gt;jumping waves, playin' frisbee.. all.. while mom laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy5Nmgq_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/AOU9HCpZQVE/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy5Nmgq_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/AOU9HCpZQVE/s320/Home+for+Break+106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253927136277867506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time had come to pack up and head home,&lt;br /&gt;for the dog was alone being king of the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy5XDHjPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/L5hWgPS7l_A/s1600-h/Home+for+Break+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmy5XDHjPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/L5hWgPS7l_A/s320/Home+for+Break+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253927138813775090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were home again home again jig-ity jig&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fell into bed all snoring like pigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-5025208792037210400?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/5025208792037210400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=5025208792037210400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/5025208792037210400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/5025208792037210400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-at-oreon-coast.html' title='Weekend at the Oreon Coast'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SOmo0je4B9I/AAAAAAAAANU/17WL4TtqaHY/s72-c/Home+for+Break+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-7559832363666852505</id><published>2008-06-15T15:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:51:03.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates.. and some friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer semester roommates&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWYfG5NVsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NRfcdpQCNSs/s1600-h/BYU-I+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212239803945146050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWYfG5NVsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NRfcdpQCNSs/s320/BYU-I+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amber. Two semesters in a row.. and more to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWYF4UUfjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rJx6WMgnzaY/s1600-h/BYU-I+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212239370535599666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWYF4UUfjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rJx6WMgnzaY/s320/BYU-I+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey (short), Amber, and me. Short Aubrey is my actual room roommate. Born and raised in Pocatello, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWXJZ4OZZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y1rIiTXWuCs/s1600-h/BYU-I+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238331572544914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWXJZ4OZZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y1rIiTXWuCs/s320/BYU-I+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey (Tall) from Gilbert Arizona. Roomies with Christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWWzbb0VwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z7jcVDUxwEU/s1600-h/BYU-I+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212237954033145602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWWzbb0VwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z7jcVDUxwEU/s320/BYU-I+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWWzbb0VwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z7jcVDUxwEU/s1600-h/BYU-I+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura and Amber. Laura is from Virgina and Amber is from North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWr3LnvUSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RB9RlF1DkXY/s1600-h/BYU-I+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212261108251840802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWr3LnvUSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RB9RlF1DkXY/s320/BYU-I+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Christina. She is from Alberta Canada and is roomies with tall Aubrey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWWzbb0VwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z7jcVDUxwEU/s1600-h/BYU-I+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Friends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWb_eBDUqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HBRJkOSI-38/s1600-h/BYU-I+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212243658442756770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWb_eBDUqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HBRJkOSI-38/s320/BYU-I+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin. Oh Robin. From Texas and proud of it. Amber and I met her while living in Lamprecht Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWcuOf_nsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5xfDMi4zJ70/s1600-h/BYU-I+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212244461731421890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWcuOf_nsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5xfDMi4zJ70/s320/BYU-I+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWdDJxH2OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UmbQQmI2s-k/s1600-h/BYU-I+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick and Amber. Rick from Hermiston, Oregon and is the FHE dad.. or also known as my husband..for now. we're getting a divorce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWdDJxH2OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UmbQQmI2s-k/s1600-h/BYU-I+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212244821238339810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWdDJxH2OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UmbQQmI2s-k/s320/BYU-I+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miles and me. He is from California and is also in our FHE group, except he is one of my sons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWdDJxH2OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UmbQQmI2s-k/s1600-h/BYU-I+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWdyLASAkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pJUwMJK08-U/s1600-h/BYU-I+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212245629024207426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWdyLASAkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pJUwMJK08-U/s320/BYU-I+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily, Amber and me. Emily is my old roommate from last semester. We see her every once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-7559832363666852505?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/7559832363666852505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=7559832363666852505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/7559832363666852505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/7559832363666852505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2008/06/roommates.html' title='Roommates.. and some friends'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWYfG5NVsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NRfcdpQCNSs/s72-c/BYU-I+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-2643525957706689206</id><published>2008-06-15T15:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:51:03.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kitchen.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(very sanitary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212234996982116466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWUHTj6cHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3DgOURShvpo/s320/BYU-I+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stove top. Those pizza pans have been there for almost a week...and same with the pizza cutter on the right. (its kinda hard to see.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWS4nraKCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Jw8zG1QeX7k/s1600-h/BYU-I+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212233645172598818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWS4nraKCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Jw8zG1QeX7k/s320/BYU-I+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWS4nraKCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Jw8zG1QeX7k/s1600-h/BYU-I+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The counter top and sink. I should have taken the pictures yesterday. Its was bad. Today... not so much. On the picture of Jesus it says, "DO YOUR DISHES...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" I just did them all last night, to be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWSEEQ0E6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/mAYfN-nZB8E/s1600-h/BYU-I+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212232742312612770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWSEEQ0E6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/mAYfN-nZB8E/s320/BYU-I+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The table and garbage. It usually look like a tornado hit it. And the garbage. it can get way higher. People are good at balancing.&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/9198124230883491834-2643525957706689206?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/2643525957706689206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=2643525957706689206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/2643525957706689206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/2643525957706689206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2008/06/kitchen.html' title='The Kitchen'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SFWUHTj6cHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3DgOURShvpo/s72-c/BYU-I+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-4352890136312600426</id><published>2008-06-08T11:18:00.022-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:51:05.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Colonial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the tour of my CLS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Current Living Situation) This is NOT my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be great. Clean apartments, great atmosphere, great ward, furnished with comfy couches and a new DVD player, wireless Internet, and close to campus.. Before we moved in.. all was thought to be well. Until.. we were assigned to apt. 606.. dun dun DUN! What we were told.. was wrong. There is no such thing as a clean apartment.. lets say more like.. filthy. The great atmosphere wasn't so great, "...there arose contention among them, even so that they did shed blood among themselves." -Mosiah 7:25. Ok OK maybe not shedding of blood but there is an extreme amount of contention. And I don't help any by adding to it. Anyways.. the great ward.. its ok. As for our apt being furnished, we had.. nasty bug infested couches that the cushions don't fit, a DVD player that is missing the yellow cord and the carpet in the front room has 2 iron burn marks in it. Stylish i think. The wireless, what a pain. I swear it never works. And close to campus...yes, but there is so much construction that, this isn't so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a couple of pictures of the bathroom vanity and my room.. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bathroom Vanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEwnonX_8GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qJz0teGxY9s/s1600-h/summer+semester+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209582447678713954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEwnonX_8GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qJz0teGxY9s/s320/summer+semester+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This side is Amber's, Laura's and my side. Oh so clean and free from any nasty incurable diseases. We don't even try and it stays clean. We use what we need and the put it away right after. Oh its so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEw0j6x-pcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p854JcJ1th4/s1600-h/summer+semester+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596660639770050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEw0j6x-pcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p854JcJ1th4/s320/summer+semester+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is their side. All though this is somewhat clean for what it can get to.. its still annoying. They love keeping drawers open, it one of their many talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEw9jrBqvbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_dYFy-3GgYw/s1600-h/summer+semester+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209606552015257010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEw9jrBqvbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_dYFy-3GgYw/s320/summer+semester+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the invisible line? Our side and their side. Its a wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bedroom.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This would happen to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEw_9i2ocTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2UH7AQqNgrQ/s1600-h/summer+semester+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209609195521339698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEw_9i2ocTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2UH7AQqNgrQ/s320/summer+semester+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the side of the room that you see right when you walk into the room. I try to keep the door shut all the time. Aubrey likes to have her things in an "organized mess." This is a more mild day. If i would have waited a day or two.. nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the dresser?.. She did offer the bottom two for me to use. But i didn't want to fight for them..because i know, against me and all the crap around it, i would lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209604195841640514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEw7ahmGiEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3IIq_Fb0zEM/s320/summer+semester+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what's under that bed. The sheets haven't been washed "since before the middle of last semester."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExCC_h1tHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/578LGbOkn9g/s1600-h/summer+semester+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611488141358194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExCC_h1tHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/578LGbOkn9g/s320/summer+semester+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desk is supposedly shared between the two of us.. mine is the left side, and hers is the right. I usually have to push her junk over so i can have some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExLXPnKJ3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/o7f5YKS9Fgs/s1600-h/summer+semester+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209621731660670834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExLXPnKJ3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/o7f5YKS9Fgs/s320/summer+semester+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three drawers on the left are my only drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is my school supply/junk drawer. The second is my sock drawer and the third is my chonie and undershirt drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExEuERbjcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/490oEtL6qfg/s1600-h/summer+semester+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209614427172343234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExEuERbjcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/490oEtL6qfg/s320/summer+semester+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my side. Not to be prideful or anything but.. its always clean and i make my bed every morning. See mom, you can have faith in those still live at home who are messy. Funny things happen when you get old..er and go off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExMUZ8kt7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jWinn7QCpJQ/s1600-h/summer+semester+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209622782406866866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExMUZ8kt7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jWinn7QCpJQ/s320/summer+semester+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And under the bed is suitcases and 2 bags. I don't have a monster hiding under mine. And my sheets were just washed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209624991935883362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SExOVBFV6GI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mcUb83D1sTQ/s320/summer+semester+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, is the closet. Mine is on the right and hers is on the left. Of course i do my laundry once a week, unlike once every maybe 4 weeks. The first shelf is all my clothes and the top shelf is my pots and pans (they're not getting washed the way i want them to... they're still dirty even after being "washed." My laundry stuff is up there and also my other pair of bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming Soon!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*The kitchen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*The living room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Pictures of the accused&lt;br /&gt;*and pictures of me, Amber, and Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-4352890136312600426?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/4352890136312600426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=4352890136312600426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/4352890136312600426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/4352890136312600426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-in-colonial.html' title='Summer in Colonial...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/SEwnonX_8GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qJz0teGxY9s/s72-c/summer+semester+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198124230883491834.post-8756468850810881592</id><published>2008-01-20T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:51:09.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Babes of Room 415&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RT__eYqKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b8n2F7O4SJg/s1600-h/IMG_5182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157839832081803426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RT__eYqKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b8n2F7O4SJg/s320/IMG_5182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rachelle, Amber, Emily and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RJPfeYqJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/72UdyIkFT64/s1600-h/IMG_5130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157828003741870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RJPfeYqJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/72UdyIkFT64/s320/IMG_5130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Amber on our way to get Rachelle's hair cut.. whoa, were good lookin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157842490666559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RWaveYqOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oEU3H-su69E/s320/IMG_5128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rachelle and Amber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157843538638579970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RXXveYqQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gexpIL0nWuM/s320/IMG_5142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noooooo they're boys thermals.. i am ashamed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157843053307275506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RW7feYqPI/AAAAAAAAABI/i1DDul9pC6k/s320/IMG_5143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rachelle and me in our hott thermals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157990190296901938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5Tcv_eYqTI/AAAAAAAAABw/X8WkSfPH-QM/s400/IMG_5117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Blake trying to help Emily climb a tree in our complex yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157999673584691794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TlX_eYqlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gOJamFfTFRY/s400/IMG_5123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, Rachelle and Amber after church&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157990976275917138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TddveYqVI/AAAAAAAAACA/lVH6KMLa4Zw/s400/IMG_5124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rachelle and Amber. .. (Brother House...in the back.. he let us steal cupcakes. hes so cool) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158000163210963554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5Tl0feYqmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/c8YukdhbPVU/s400/IMG_5125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157990989160819058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TdefeYqXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XE3UiRpJ93I/s400/IMG_5126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rachelle and me.. man my face looks its best like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157990993455786370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TdeveYqYI/AAAAAAAAACY/agVqvB2pO6A/s400/IMG_5127.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;okay okay a normal one.. kind of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On A Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158000936305076850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TmhfeYqnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_cZ9_VUHIWs/s400/IMG_5144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sidewalk.. we pretended to ski down it. fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158001589140105858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TnHfeYqoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/679nVQwud6E/s400/IMG_5148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157993845314070946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TgEveYqaI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y4hARecRhp8/s400/IMG_5146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Amber.... Rachelle wanted to take a picture of her walking down the sidewalk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157993849609038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TgE_eYqbI/AAAAAAAAACw/pWDruJBTILw/s400/IMG_5147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157993858198972882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TgFfeYqdI/AAAAAAAAADA/mKJrdMETYos/s400/IMG_5149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;snow, ice, snow, ice, snow.. trip, face plant. im trying to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157996168891378146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TiL_eYqeI/AAAAAAAAADI/a62STS9tP7A/s400/IMG_5151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157996173186345458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TiMPeYqfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ns6RDsWiWFY/s400/IMG_5152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157996177481312770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TiMfeYqgI/AAAAAAAAADY/0ZmfMD09pts/s400/IMG_5153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They didnt think i would do it.. im not afraid of fluffy snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158002177550625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TnpveYqpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kTktr9pGdX8/s400/IMG_5155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After piling in Blakes truck to take us to eat pizza. Rachelle couldnt feel her legs after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157997616295356978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TjgPeYqjI/AAAAAAAAADw/vYoxkTbR3B0/s400/IMG_5156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blake, Amber and me. We're lucky we didnt get pulled over.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157997624885291586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TjgveYqkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ExuWLOWYKuk/s400/IMG_5157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At Craigo's. That was fun. Especially playing paper football. Maybe it's becasue i was the best....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures in the pouring down snow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158004136055712418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TpbveYqqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RTuaPVmJr0U/s400/IMG_5187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rachelle and Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158004148940614338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TpcfeYqsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PB_d3bf66Qs/s400/IMG_5189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emily and me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158004153235581650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TpcveYqtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zBKaAgavFAg/s400/IMG_5193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was snowing so hard. And it was so cold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158004144645647026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5TpcPeYqrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i13G2XWjUZw/s400/IMG_5184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coming back from church. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158004157530548962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5Tpc_eYquI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yAjnza0ZSYo/s400/IMG_5195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rachelle and Emily eating some of the cupcakes we stole... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198124230883491834-8756468850810881592?l=kaylap5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/feeds/8756468850810881592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198124230883491834&amp;postID=8756468850810881592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/8756468850810881592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198124230883491834/posts/default/8756468850810881592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylap5.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-and-amber-on-our-way-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EO5JEgTGLfA/R5RT__eYqKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b8n2F7O4SJg/s72-c/IMG_5182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
