<?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-4167088282694275419</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:06:38.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathy's Korner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7484000614740433638</id><published>2011-10-21T22:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:25:23.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad's 50th at the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was my parents 50th anniversary last Thursday and all they wanted was all the kids to come home for a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We started Friday morning by going to the Temple together, it was amazing to be there with my family, I love them so much!  We took a few pics but none have all of us in them because the only people around were working on the landscaping and they looked too busy to bug.  I realize I look pregnant in the dress...I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family pic minus Dad cause he was taking the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O8-yLueFAE/TqJDW_c1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QerDk-Ro5rQ/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O8-yLueFAE/TqJDW_c1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QerDk-Ro5rQ/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666165343454061730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family pic minus Beth cause she was taking the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoFMNM4R31s/TqJCFMwoD_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NKwBzjGrfLI/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoFMNM4R31s/TqJCFMwoD_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NKwBzjGrfLI/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666163938277462002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad have friends that have a cabin near the beach in Westport, WA and they were nice enough to let us use it.  It was really fun to be together and at the beach, I miss the ocean living in Utah.  The Salt Lake just isn't the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B + D 4Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-364PCn_t2Fo/TqJChDdNq3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xbZZkJN9MTw/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-364PCn_t2Fo/TqJChDdNq3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xbZZkJN9MTw/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666164416816458610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they just adorable!&lt;br /&gt;It was super cold and like an idiot I only had sandals, by the time we left the beach I couldn't really feel my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous sunset on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHEMmCHn16c/TqJCGdwIr-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/PuKd9zjSCsQ/s1600/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHEMmCHn16c/TqJCGdwIr-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/PuKd9zjSCsQ/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666163960018677730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally amazing sunset!  It was so beautiful the pictures don't really show it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before and After as they called it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bo5A-dJR51c/TqJCFcUHs_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/MfwumiMm3ac/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bo5A-dJR51c/TqJCFcUHs_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/MfwumiMm3ac/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666163942452868082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had their wedding picture put on canvas, it turned out really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That my friend is 50 year old wedding cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n55vuDq8jWk/TqJCGPmAYXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6JyZhE2Q33g/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n55vuDq8jWk/TqJCGPmAYXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6JyZhE2Q33g/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666163956218093938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe they actually took a bite of that on their anniversary and lived to tell the tale!?  Kinda weird but also really cool I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7484000614740433638?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7484000614740433638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7484000614740433638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7484000614740433638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7484000614740433638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2011/10/mom-and-dads-50th-at-beach.html' title='Mom and Dad&apos;s 50th at the Beach'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O8-yLueFAE/TqJDW_c1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QerDk-Ro5rQ/s72-c/IMG_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-2209050228992666108</id><published>2011-06-30T19:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:12:11.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I built!</title><content type='html'>The pieces didn't have letters on them but the instructions did so I connected the first 2 pieces wrong.  Luckily my nice room-mate came in and helped me figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;I think it looks better than the other shelf I had that I got from DI a few years ago and just took back there yesterday, recycling at its best I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKR8pwwc-kk/Tg0eEiSONyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eCfyIHbltDU/s1600/June%2B2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKR8pwwc-kk/Tg0eEiSONyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eCfyIHbltDU/s320/June%2B2011%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624184572927162146" 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/4167088282694275419-2209050228992666108?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2209050228992666108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=2209050228992666108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/2209050228992666108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/2209050228992666108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/look-what-i-built.html' title='Look what I built!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKR8pwwc-kk/Tg0eEiSONyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eCfyIHbltDU/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6679476865907124157</id><published>2011-06-29T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:47:55.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who went to a Demolition Derby?</title><content type='html'>Me, that's who.  I never really thought about going to one but Amy and Jared invited me along to one.  It was actually pretty fun.  Seems like it could be a fun way to get some aggression out.  It did make my neck/head hurt just to watch though so I think I'll leave it to the professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8rFJvS6KdA/Tgv_ynvoXmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/M8v-_rzyaW4/s1600/June%2B2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8rFJvS6KdA/Tgv_ynvoXmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/M8v-_rzyaW4/s320/June%2B2011%2B027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623869804829498978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MunEd-IExiY/Tgv_zLAGA7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Olv30FnrAnk/s1600/June%2B2011%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MunEd-IExiY/Tgv_zLAGA7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Olv30FnrAnk/s320/June%2B2011%2B026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623869814293791666" 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/4167088282694275419-6679476865907124157?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6679476865907124157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6679476865907124157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6679476865907124157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6679476865907124157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-went-to-demolition-derby.html' title='Who went to a Demolition Derby?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8rFJvS6KdA/Tgv_ynvoXmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/M8v-_rzyaW4/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7515676965596013967</id><published>2011-02-10T21:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:48:45.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So it's been a while since I posted, sorry to my loyal readers...by loyal readers I mean all 3 of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Since my last post was about the gym I should tell you as of this morning I'm down 7 pounds!  Not as fast coming off as I'd like but at least I'm going in the right direction now right?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've been thinking lately how grateful I am that I have wonderful friends and family.  I don't have tons of friends but the ones I have are pretty dang great.  They love me when I'm smart/stupid/happy/sad/weird/....I was gonna say normal but really how often am I normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;That's really all I have to say, thanks for loving me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7515676965596013967?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7515676965596013967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7515676965596013967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7515676965596013967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7515676965596013967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4103155898023483988</id><published>2010-11-24T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:36:00.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Timing</title><content type='html'>It's good timing when you are complaining about being the biggest girl at work and your boss is trying to think of a good bonus to give you.  My company bought me a gym membership for a year!  They are so good to me! &lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, I know who gets excited about working out except "those people" but I'm excited to be healthier.  Best part is I've been praying for the motivation to eat better and exercise and then this happens.  It means so much that my Heavenly Father knows me and loves me enough to help me out with something so temporal as weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4103155898023483988?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4103155898023483988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4103155898023483988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4103155898023483988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4103155898023483988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-timing.html' title='Good Timing'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5213969928334341206</id><published>2010-10-26T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:00:44.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If my life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;        &lt;p&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Media Player, etc)&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;3. Press play 4. For every question, type the song that's playing 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7. Your turn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Opening Credits: The Second Star to the Right – Peter Pan&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Your Theme Song: Journey to the Past - Anastasia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Waking Up: Splish Splash – Bobby Darin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; First Day at School: Jolly holiday – Mary Poppins&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(school never was a holiday)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Falling In Love: The way you look tonight – Tony Bennett&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; His/Her Theme Song: Just that Girl – (actually it’d be a guy) – Drew Seeley&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Confession: Don’t cry for me Argentina - Evita&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The Villain's Theme Song:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why Not – Hillary Duff&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(cause villains are mean, that’s why not)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Fight Song: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one mourns the Wicked - Wicked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Breaking Up: Mr Mistoffelees&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Cats (we’d have to break up cause that’s a dumb play)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Prom night: Would you – Singing in the Rain – (depends on what the “would” would be)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Life: Good Morning – Singing on the Rain &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Mental Breakdown:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s Just a Friend – Saturday’s Warrior (story of my life..just friends apparently it finally drives me mad)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Driving: I belong to you - Muse &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Flashback: Superfabulous – BT McGowan – (cool)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Getting back together: One Last Summer – Mamma Mia &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Wedding: Marion the Librarian – The Music Man (not sure what that means)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Honeymoon: Don’t go breaking my heart – Ella Enchanted &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Baby Shower: Sit down you’re rocking the boat (guess I’m pretty big at the shower) – Guys &amp;amp; Dolls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once upon a dream&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Sleeping Beauty (a baby is my dream….)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Final Battle: Take a chance on me – Mamma Mia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Funeral Song:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take my breath away – Berlin (guess I wont be breathing)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; After Death: Life is a Highway – Rascal Flats&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Final Credits: Supercalifragilistic – Mary Poppins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5213969928334341206?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5213969928334341206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5213969928334341206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5213969928334341206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5213969928334341206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-my-life-was-movie-what-would.html' title='If my life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6163132854409344579</id><published>2010-10-24T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:05:01.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack O Lantern</title><content type='html'>I bought a pumpkin at the farmers market last weekend cause it was cheap and such a cute little size.  This Saturday I looked at it again and decided to carve it. I haven't carved a pumpkin in years!  It was pretty fun and I think he looks scary/cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TMUBRlhry_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/P483g6WKhwU/s1600/new+hair+and+pumpkin+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TMUBRlhry_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/P483g6WKhwU/s320/new+hair+and+pumpkin+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531829118937320434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depending on my bravery level I may even try to make him into a pie after Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6163132854409344579?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6163132854409344579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6163132854409344579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6163132854409344579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6163132854409344579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/10/jack-o-lantern.html' title='Jack O Lantern'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TMUBRlhry_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/P483g6WKhwU/s72-c/new+hair+and+pumpkin+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3496976193566480048</id><published>2010-09-27T22:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:11:20.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Paisley Concert</title><content type='html'>Amy, Jared and I went the Brad Paisley concert last Friday.    It was fun and our seats were crazy close to the stage.  Those steps go right up the the stage, no zooming at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFzXyjwM8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/DJw-lmzYGAY/s1600/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+009.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/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFzXyjwM8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/DJw-lmzYGAY/s320/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521821470678856642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Amy and I waiting patiently for it to start.  In the nice warm sunshine.  It's not really fair she looks cuter than me...not sure why, it just isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxJXlmgfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NXRml9vlLIE/s1600/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+002.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/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxJXlmgfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NXRml9vlLIE/s320/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521819023897428466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when Brad came over to our side of the stage.  Just a little bit of zooming here but not much.  Too bad he's not LDS...and he's married...oh well, a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxK0eYHkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/77MfTHS40RQ/s1600/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+032.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/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxK0eYHkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/77MfTHS40RQ/s320/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521819048831622722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Amy and Jared being cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxKU5xGnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8WKKwgoRsjQ/s1600/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxKU5xGnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8WKKwgoRsjQ/s320/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521819040356571762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one opening act I've never heard of but that's not saying much with country music, he could be crazy famous for all I know.  The second act was Hootie sans Blowfish.  Actually he just goes by Darius Rucker now.  He did some of his Hootie songs which was nice then some of his newer country stuff.  Not a huge difference just slower and....countrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxJ10SMfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/59W1chu7Uy4/s1600/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFxJ10SMfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/59W1chu7Uy4/s320/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521819032012075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was fun night.  Not quite as good as last years concert but a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3496976193566480048?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3496976193566480048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3496976193566480048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3496976193566480048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3496976193566480048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/09/brad-paisley-concert.html' title='Brad Paisley Concert'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TKFzXyjwM8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/DJw-lmzYGAY/s72-c/Brad+Paisley+Concert+Sept+2010+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4045768595402059467</id><published>2010-09-15T22:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:16:28.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times in Texas</title><content type='html'>I'm a lucky lucky girl who got to visit one of her bestest friend's last week.  Kelsey is amazing!  Here are some of our fun times since I don't really write all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkO7tsXZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5RPGardYt5E/s1600/Texas+Part+1+104.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/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkO7tsXZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5RPGardYt5E/s320/Texas+Part+1+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517371594960035218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a labor day BBQ at her parents house and her kids loved playing in the water.  They ran thru the sprinkler then filled up this wheelbarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkPpZC9uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/B0bZctutMv4/s1600/Texas+Part+1+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkPpZC9uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/B0bZctutMv4/s320/Texas+Part+1+137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517371607221466850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were already soaked so Kelsey decided to embrace it and bathe them, not sure they liked it much but it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkObY8xTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Lv5baunJyi8/s1600/Texas+Part+1+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkObY8xTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Lv5baunJyi8/s320/Texas+Part+1+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517371586283095346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her dad kept turning down the water so the kids would go up to it to see what was wrong with it then he'd turn it up and they'd all run.  Reminded me of my childhood since I'm pretty sure my Dad did the same thing. (Love you Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkzdHYxNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vaPrlXtj7BI/s1600/Texas+part+2+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkzdHYxNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vaPrlXtj7BI/s320/Texas+part+2+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517372222401463506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to go to lunch on Friday at Charlie's school, it was fun, I haven't had school cafeteria food in.....a long time.  I'll tell you though, stay away from the apple sticks.  The lunch ladies said they taste like apple pie, they actually taste like apple pie that's been left on the road for 8 weeks and run over by sweaty bikers.&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/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkyT1jzdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/l8ldy8yfmw8/s1600/Texas+part+2+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkyT1jzdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/l8ldy8yfmw8/s320/Texas+part+2+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517372202730900946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think I'm overdue for a an eyebrow wax....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkx-djJwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FTYoStFpp-k/s1600/Texas+part+2+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkx-djJwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FTYoStFpp-k/s320/Texas+part+2+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517372196993050370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner at Red Robin got a little silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkxUVf-1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/_OtZMJoYxXg/s1600/Texas+part+2+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkxUVf-1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/_OtZMJoYxXg/s320/Texas+part+2+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517372185684998994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben made the mistake of heating up some macaroni and leaving it unattended....Jemma reminded him that that is never safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkRbTM0vI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Yz7vJOlKxk8/s1600/Texas+part+2+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkRbTM0vI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Yz7vJOlKxk8/s320/Texas+part+2+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517371637798589170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jemma and Lilly too cool for the library bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkQriidPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZHgK41ddfb0/s1600/Texas+Part+1+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkQriidPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZHgK41ddfb0/s320/Texas+Part+1+168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517371624978019570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kelsey for letting me visit and for wanting me to visit.  I'm actually thinking of making some changes in my life that would include moving there.  It'll require alot of thinking and praying and stuff like that before there are any definite plans but it's an option.  I've decided I will not be 40 and single in Utah so I've got a few more years to either get married or I've got to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4045768595402059467?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4045768595402059467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4045768595402059467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4045768595402059467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4045768595402059467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-times-in-texas.html' title='Fun Times in Texas'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TJGkO7tsXZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5RPGardYt5E/s72-c/Texas+Part+1+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8646226972018868923</id><published>2010-08-08T11:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:21:05.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the great birthday!</title><content type='html'>My parents are so sweet!!  I had a birthday on Wednesday and this shows up to my desk, how stinkin' cute!  They are so beautiful.  I love pink and I love flowers, totally perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7mnLPwPCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8lLRE-Ff_F4/s1600/flowers+from+mom+and+dad+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7mnLPwPCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8lLRE-Ff_F4/s320/flowers+from+mom+and+dad+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503089355401477154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top one shows the cute birthday balloon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7mm-m6taI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RfEUs0HsHec/s1600/flowers+from+mom+and+dad+2010+++2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7mm-m6taI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RfEUs0HsHec/s320/flowers+from+mom+and+dad+2010+++2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503089352008971682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amy shows up at work and convinces the other girls to come in with a cake, pumpkin bar and pink roses!!  Also they happened to be tooting birthday horns and singing and throwing confetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7lwEx3LYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/f8fcYSQLmPg/s1600/birthday+desk+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7lwEx3LYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/f8fcYSQLmPg/s320/birthday+desk+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503088408772685186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my floor looked like after the confetti brigade hit.(I have to add that my slightly OCD boss has now outlawed the use of confetti in the workplace)  I had at least this much in my hair and down my shirt.  Everywhere I went that day I left a trail of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7lwm9pyiI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xdlLnRFX8NY/s1600/birthday+floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7lwm9pyiI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xdlLnRFX8NY/s320/birthday+floor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503088417948944930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes and making me feel so special.  That night my roomies and some friends took me out to dinner.  Love you all, thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8646226972018868923?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8646226972018868923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8646226972018868923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8646226972018868923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8646226972018868923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks-for-great-birthday.html' title='Thanks for the great birthday!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TF7mnLPwPCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8lLRE-Ff_F4/s72-c/flowers+from+mom+and+dad+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1162143390788510875</id><published>2010-07-29T20:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:40:29.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Ma I fixed it!</title><content type='html'>So from my last post you know I knocked off my mirror.  The one place I got ahold of said the mirror would be $74.  Amy's husband Jared was willing to try to put it on for me to save me money on labor, such a good guy.  I called the auto part place that told me that price and when I asked them to order it she said they couldn't it was out of stock.  I asked her what my options were and she gave me the number of a junk yard who might have it.  I called them thinking I'd get a used one from a junker car and he said they only had one and it was a new one.......for $50!  I went down that night and got it.&lt;br /&gt;I googled how to put a new one on and it didn't seem that hard so I figured I'd give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TFI4QlWUS0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/bKAphJkWmbo/s1600/July+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TFI4QlWUS0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/bKAphJkWmbo/s320/July+2010+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499519952527575874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see from the pic I did it!  All I had to do was remove a panel in side the car and a few screws then put them back.  I figure the fact that I got a deal on the mirror and fixed it all by myself negates the stupidity of breaking it off.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Jared was so willing to help me but I'm kinda glad I fixed it on my own, gives me a weird sense of accomplishment.  I'm so grateful to my girlfriends for marrying such wonderful men.  Amy's Jared, Kelsey's Ben, Ruth's Tim, Michelle's Michael (he's still amazing even though he's not with us anymore) plus all the others I don't have room for.  They have all at one time or another given me a blessing or just been there for me.  I never thought I'd still be single at this point in my life and having them there for me makes it just a little bit easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-1162143390788510875?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1162143390788510875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=1162143390788510875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1162143390788510875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1162143390788510875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-ma-i-fixed-it.html' title='Look Ma I fixed it!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TFI4QlWUS0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/bKAphJkWmbo/s72-c/July+2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-520752774254822919</id><published>2010-07-24T12:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:10:36.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart people do stupid things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEsr9YP0usI/AAAAAAAAAWs/icxk7BdY1Y4/s1600/ooops2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEsr9YP0usI/AAAAAAAAAWs/icxk7BdY1Y4/s320/ooops2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497536103616658114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEsr8-z3jGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GFrqZew433k/s1600/ooops+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEsr8-z3jGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GFrqZew433k/s320/ooops+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497536096788515938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sometimes the garage moves when I'm pulling out....I swear it got skinnier.  Unfortunately I did this this morning and it happens to be Pioneer day here in Utah so no body shops are open to give me an estimate.  I called an auto part store and the mirror unit itself is only $74 so hopefully the labor to put a new one back on will only be maybe a couple hundred.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-520752774254822919?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/520752774254822919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=520752774254822919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/520752774254822919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/520752774254822919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/07/smart-people-do-stupid-things.html' title='Smart people do stupid things'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEsr9YP0usI/AAAAAAAAAWs/icxk7BdY1Y4/s72-c/ooops2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-2681955381095163025</id><published>2010-07-20T20:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:06:27.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for a bit</title><content type='html'>I got to go home to my parents for a week last week, I love that!!  It's so nice to see my family and visit for a bit and of course not have to go to work but that's just a side benefit.  I drove from Utah to Washington with Amy and Jared, 14 straight hours.  We left at 8pm on Saturday night and got in Sunday morning.  It was a very long night especially due to the fact that I have an irrational fear that if I fall asleep so will the driver so when I managed to nod off for a bit the slightest swerve made me think we were leaving the road, not very restful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhw1jcsPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3f0b95kS8xI/s1600/Washington+July+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhw1jcsPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3f0b95kS8xI/s320/Washington+July+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496187886889644274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is due to some dry lightening somewhere in Idaho, I think near Boise.  I opened the window to take the picture and you could feel the heat coming from the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhx7NWDUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ziXl3OyYC3o/s1600/Washington+July+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhx7NWDUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ziXl3OyYC3o/s320/Washington+July+2010+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496187905587416386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Patti and I decided to make Smore's after a fun BBQ, they were very very yummy.  Dad manned the grill for dinner so we delivered his to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhxaIoL6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/d7oSmw3f8a4/s1600/Washington+July+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhxaIoL6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/d7oSmw3f8a4/s320/Washington+July+2010+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496187896709263266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems like we might need better skewers but it worked.  We had over-sized marshmallows so it was pretty intense getting them "cooked" thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken more pictures I realize, I don't even have one of Dad...sheesh, I hate when I do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhyjaX_EI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0Tcb8bn7gJg/s1600/Washington+July+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhyjaX_EI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0Tcb8bn7gJg/s320/Washington+July+2010+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496187916379487298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the roses in my parents backyard, my attempt at an artistic picture.....I'll keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-2681955381095163025?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2681955381095163025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=2681955381095163025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/2681955381095163025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/2681955381095163025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-for-bit.html' title='Home for a bit'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TEZhw1jcsPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3f0b95kS8xI/s72-c/Washington+July+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6866451645961304803</id><published>2010-06-24T19:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:52:50.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriving Ivory</title><content type='html'>A friend and I went to a free Thriving Ivory concert last night, it was the shortest concert ever.  Must be why it was free.  It started at 6 and ended at 6:30!  Worst part was that my friends babysitter was late so we didn't even get there till about 6:15.  From what we saw it was pretty cool.  They have a different sounding lead singer but I like it.  The fact that he's cute helps too.  We got preferred seating (that we were too late to take advantage of) because we commented on a radio stations Facebook message about the concert so we got these cool wristbands that got us to the front of the line to meet the band.  I didn't have too much to say, not a ton in common so I just said something like, love your music, nice to meet you...that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TCQJnC3dVhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/iK0I-J0SgKw/s1600/June+2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TCQJnC3dVhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/iK0I-J0SgKw/s320/June+2010+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486520812433135122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My super cool wrist band, the venue had to stamp our hands when we came in cause it was a bar, yes Mom, sorry I went to a bar.  I didn't drink though I promise!  They even carded me....I think they have to card everyone cause they scan the license but I pretended it was because I look so very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TCQJmlwsDUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UEhn7ySPDnM/s1600/June+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TCQJmlwsDUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UEhn7ySPDnM/s320/June+2010+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486520804620111170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the band performing, see cute, I told you.&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/4167088282694275419-6866451645961304803?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6866451645961304803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6866451645961304803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6866451645961304803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6866451645961304803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/06/thriving-ivory.html' title='Thriving Ivory'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TCQJnC3dVhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/iK0I-J0SgKw/s72-c/June+2010+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-782306749896532470</id><published>2010-06-07T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:23:09.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewwww</title><content type='html'>There is a mouse in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TA3E9FYuanI/AAAAAAAAAVk/iatedRilOI8/s1600/mouse+comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TA3E9FYuanI/AAAAAAAAAVk/iatedRilOI8/s320/mouse+comp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480252875276708466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TA3E9gACc-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/fDEV_ZaWGe4/s1600/mouse+ick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TA3E9gACc-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/fDEV_ZaWGe4/s320/mouse+ick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480252882420921314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie Elizabeth saw it first then we thought it was gone but then I saw it run across the kitchen floor.  The bad part about me seeing it run across the floor was that my other roomie Ann was in the kitchen at the time.  I saw in run and like a total girl I screamed bloody murder and pointed.  Needless to say Ann probably thought there was a murderer coming at her.  Nope just a silly mouse.&lt;br /&gt;There are now traps set around the house.  Worst part is my rommies are off to girls camp tomorrow so I'm gonna be all alone hearing it in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Any great ideas to catch (and by catch I mean destroy) mice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-782306749896532470?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/782306749896532470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=782306749896532470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/782306749896532470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/782306749896532470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/06/ewwww.html' title='Ewwww'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/TA3E9FYuanI/AAAAAAAAAVk/iatedRilOI8/s72-c/mouse+comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5824553781431531668</id><published>2010-05-05T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:31:51.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing really</title><content type='html'>April was not a good month.  May will be better.  That's my motto for now.  Seems like lots of bad stuff happened and not much good in April.  I was talking to my roommate a few weeks ago about some of the not good stuff that happened and how when my friends hurt, I hurt.  She said something to the effect of her liking to believe that when we hurt with our friends, in some small way we're feeling some of their pain so they don't have to feel it all.  It sounds really dumb written out like that but the thought gave me comfort at the time.  Hopefully it's true.&lt;br /&gt;May started off Ok except I've been coughing for weeks because of the weird Utah air, crazy mountains holding in all the pollution and stuff.  It got better today when I found out I'm getting a raise (Woohoo!!).  See, I told you May was gonna be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my wonderful friends for loving me and letting me be part of your lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5824553781431531668?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5824553781431531668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5824553781431531668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5824553781431531668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5824553781431531668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-really.html' title='Nothing really'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3282099145977502182</id><published>2010-04-08T18:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:40:18.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Pitcher Memorial Fund</title><content type='html'>A memorial fund has been set up to help Michael's wonderful wife, Michelle, and his children during this hard time. It has been set up at Wells Fargo (which is also Wachovia up north). We know there are so many who would like to help Michelle and the kids but are unable to be with them in person. You can go into any Wells Fargo or Wachovia branch and tell them you would like to donate to the "Michael Pitcher Memorial Fund." If you have any questions, please email Kelsey (Gosney) Clift at the_clifts@live.com. I also know that more than anything what she would like people to do to help is for everyone to write down their memories of Michael. She wants to make sure that their kids will be able to know their father better through everyone's memories. She has asked for Amy (Matthews) Allen to put together a memory book for their family. Please email your memories to: aimers23@yahoo.com Please send them by April 30th to be compiled. Thank you! Please send this on to anyone who will want to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3282099145977502182?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3282099145977502182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3282099145977502182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3282099145977502182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3282099145977502182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/04/michael-pitcher-memorial-fund.html' title='Michael Pitcher Memorial Fund'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4359827248112225604</id><published>2010-03-25T21:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:45:03.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2OTU3NTk2ODcxNiZwdD*xMjY5NTc1OTg*OTYxJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJm89MjA2YzY2/MTQ3YzE2NDgyYTk*Y2VhZWVlNmNlZDdlZDMmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/V/8_3/tbna07_615586b013cab43m04xd07" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-family-tree"  &gt;Free family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/old-pictures"  &gt;Old pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same look a like thing said my face was a 72% match for Matthew Perry...not really ok with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4359827248112225604?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4359827248112225604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4359827248112225604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4359827248112225604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4359827248112225604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5598879373354661654</id><published>2010-03-24T22:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:50:32.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with me (statement not a question, although it's a good question too)</title><content type='html'>I haven't really done anything blog-worthy lately but my Mom says I need to post so here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;I changed jobs within my company...not sure I posted anything about that yet.  I used to be the Receptionist/Office Manager/Data Entry etc person, now my title isn't any more official but I moved to the accounting department.  I think my favorite part of the job is that I don't have to answer the phone anymore!  I used to believe that people are for the most part smart and nice.  I realized that wasn't true when dealing with the public, especially over the phone.\&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in QuickBooks almost all day.  I get to enter invoices, debit card transactions and coordinate deposits with merchant accounts...I know can you believe I get to have this much fun!?  Ok so I'm kinda joking about how fun it is but I really do enjoy it.  The girl who took over my old job is doing really well which helps make the transition easier too.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now, thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5598879373354661654?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5598879373354661654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5598879373354661654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5598879373354661654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5598879373354661654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-up-with-me-statement-not-question.html' title='What&apos;s up with me (statement not a question, although it&apos;s a good question too)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7007361641643594853</id><published>2010-02-16T18:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:40:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about it for a while so I finally did it.  I bought a bike.  I figured it is an exercise I'll actually do and enjoy.  I bought a helmet today so I took my first official ride after work.  It was enough fun that I'm more excited for it to warm up a bit so I can really ride.  It was a bit too cold tonight to ride very long, I think my ears were freezing off. I hope to soon be about 75% of the woman I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S3tIA-2jp6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/6U6IbHPJm9g/s1600-h/My+Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S3tIA-2jp6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/6U6IbHPJm9g/s320/My+Bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439020156689033122" 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/4167088282694275419-7007361641643594853?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7007361641643594853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7007361641643594853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7007361641643594853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7007361641643594853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/02/bike.html' title='Bike'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S3tIA-2jp6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/6U6IbHPJm9g/s72-c/My+Bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5614383581881027993</id><published>2010-02-12T22:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:18:19.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Valentine Profile Pic</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone on Facebook has changed their status to "To celebrate Valentine's Day, change your profile picture to you and your Valentine and make sure to tell how long you've been together" I decided to put this as my profile pic......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S3Y16X3HWcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NSku-CkimzU/s1600-h/me+and+david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S3Y16X3HWcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NSku-CkimzU/s320/me+and+david.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437592877050321346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5614383581881027993?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5614383581881027993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5614383581881027993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5614383581881027993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5614383581881027993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook-valentine-profile-pic.html' title='Facebook Valentine Profile Pic'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S3Y16X3HWcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NSku-CkimzU/s72-c/me+and+david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5753785739484824115</id><published>2010-01-31T18:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:50:48.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New haircut</title><content type='html'>I got my hair cut yesterday it was getting a little too long. I asked her to cut it up to my shoulders...she went a little overboard but I think I like it.  After she cut it she ratted up the back....the price I pay for having it cut in West Valley I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S2Yxyq3mpSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CvmqBBgD8Kg/s1600-h/haircut+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S2Yxyq3mpSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CvmqBBgD8Kg/s320/haircut+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433084747039810850" 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/4167088282694275419-5753785739484824115?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5753785739484824115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5753785739484824115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5753785739484824115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5753785739484824115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S2Yxyq3mpSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CvmqBBgD8Kg/s72-c/haircut+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7610748436800825922</id><published>2010-01-09T15:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:10:15.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters in Seattle</title><content type='html'>While I was home for Christmas-time my sisters and I went to Seattle to roam around and have fun, here are some of the things we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKpfUylXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cbuM6F19arQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKpfUylXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cbuM6F19arQ/s320/Christmas+2009+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878934044087666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKTPo2zwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8an3Sc7atvc/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKTPo2zwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8an3Sc7atvc/s320/Christmas+2009+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878551876161282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the fountain at the Seattle Center, Beth is thinking really hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKooYYtII/AAAAAAAAAU0/IAO3P-mFa78/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKooYYtII/AAAAAAAAAU0/IAO3P-mFa78/s320/Christmas+2009+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878919295218818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beth took one picture of herself and it turned out perfectly of her "drinking" the water from the fountain.  I had to stand leaning over with my tongue out for about 5 minutes before we got a good one, you can imagine how funny I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKSnpUrSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EMdD4igN9e0/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKSnpUrSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EMdD4igN9e0/s320/Christmas+2009+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878541140700450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Patti climbing up one of the many hills in Seattle, I was only about half way up, Beth up at the top.  I forgot how steep and hilly Seattle can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKSB4aqdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/soTrk7mMHWc/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKSB4aqdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/soTrk7mMHWc/s320/Christmas+2009+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878531003460050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't resist taking a picture of the Brussel Sprouts at the market....too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKRv8xgyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZdIXeOB2RdY/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKRv8xgyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZdIXeOB2RdY/s320/Christmas+2009+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878526189896482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKRb0CUuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Q9HYB1y6wkU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKRb0CUuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Q9HYB1y6wkU/s320/Christmas+2009+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878520784540386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Ivar's for lunch, I LOVE to eat there!  I had a shrimp and panchetta pasta with sun dried tomatoes and goat cheese....soooooo good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKpMV3p7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/omLNKA51SdA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKpMV3p7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/omLNKA51SdA/s320/Christmas+2009+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424878928948340658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to the market we say a sign for a restaurant called Serious Pie, we decided on our way back we would stop there for dessert...we got there only to find it was pizza pie, probably good but not what we were looking for.  We kept going and found a place called The Chocolate Box, can't go wrong with that so we went it.  I had a berry oatmeal bar that was ok, Beth had this cute little cupcake that she said was great, Patti had a lemon bar she said was really good too and they both had some good hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really fun day with the girls...until of course Beth threw a perfectly good piece of licorice at a perfect stranger...she said it was an accident....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7610748436800825922?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7610748436800825922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7610748436800825922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7610748436800825922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7610748436800825922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/01/sisters-in-seattle.html' title='Sisters in Seattle'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0kKpfUylXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cbuM6F19arQ/s72-c/Christmas+2009+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5037505473911731180</id><published>2010-01-05T20:47:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:14:57.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for Christmas</title><content type='html'>I got to go home for Christmas for 2 whole weeks this year! (ok so really at this point it's last year but you know what I mean)  I had a great time with my parents and sisters, we played games at really good food and just visited, it was wonderful to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJRAH5UcI/AAAAAAAAATs/ursWIlAbBqA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJRAH5UcI/AAAAAAAAATs/ursWIlAbBqA/s320/Christmas+2009+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470038956462530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my Daddy and me Christmas day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJR4j9n_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/SWiYzYHcrEU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJR4j9n_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/SWiYzYHcrEU/s320/Christmas+2009+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470054106570738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and me.  Aren't my parents the cutest?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJSMeyblI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CJd43vf2h5o/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJSMeyblI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CJd43vf2h5o/s320/Christmas+2009+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470059453574738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My big sister Patti...she's cute to....and available so if you know any single guys in Washington......(in Utah I'd have to check them out first...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJRacfcoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fK37WZ3RopM/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJRacfcoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fK37WZ3RopM/s320/Christmas+2009+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470046022169218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister Beth, I've overused the word now but she's pretty cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QH_lvwYwI/AAAAAAAAATU/nAhq_2SugH0/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QH_lvwYwI/AAAAAAAAATU/nAhq_2SugH0/s320/Christmas+2009+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423468640306488066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our advent calendar, I think Mom made it in Relief Society at some point in the past.  The ornaments are shrinky dinks (do they even make those anymore?).  I love putting the ornaments on each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QH_IZXbAI/AAAAAAAAATM/rwIMPpIK9T0/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QH_IZXbAI/AAAAAAAAATM/rwIMPpIK9T0/s320/Christmas+2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423468632427949058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my presents, new slippers. The little puff balls make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QIPDQUoeI/AAAAAAAAATk/rgx7KRwaNY0/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QIPDQUoeI/AAAAAAAAATk/rgx7KRwaNY0/s320/Christmas+2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423468905925747170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a yummy gourmet dinner for Christmas night, it consisted of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Butternut-and-Apple-Harvest-Soup/Detail.aspx?ms=1&amp;amp;prop25=24114493&amp;amp;prop26=WhatsCooking&amp;amp;prop27=2009-09-24&amp;amp;prop28=Intro&amp;amp;prop29=Link_1&amp;amp;me=1"&gt;Butternut Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Fennel-Rubbed-Pork-Tenderloin-with-Roasted-Fennel-Wedges-351294"&gt;Fennel Rubbed Pork Tenderloin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Arugula-Salad-with-Pomegranate-and-Toasted-Pecans-233087"&gt;Arugula Salad with Pomegranate and toasted Pecans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/potato-and-squash-mash"&gt;Mashed Potatoes with a twist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;Mom's buttermilk rolls....a family tradition.  That one's not online so if you want it you'll have to ask me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beth has a knack for finding good recipes and we were willing participants to her experiments.  They all turned out really good!  Be sure to stir in the nutmeg in the soup though because Patti somehow got a nutmeg bomb in her soup....wasn't the best.  Everyone was even nice enough to substitute the cream/milk in all these with my lactose free milk...such sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QIOrxpHCI/AAAAAAAAATc/CU4tZ8dxeW4/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QIOrxpHCI/AAAAAAAAATc/CU4tZ8dxeW4/s320/Christmas+2009+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423468899623050274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I was always so excited about presents, now the best presents are the fun times I get to spend with my family.  I love them all so much and wish I got to spend more time with them, maybe someday we'll live closer to each other again.  I love you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5037505473911731180?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5037505473911731180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5037505473911731180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5037505473911731180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5037505473911731180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-for-christmas.html' title='Home for Christmas'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/S0QJRAH5UcI/AAAAAAAAATs/ursWIlAbBqA/s72-c/Christmas+2009+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-630138442572476280</id><published>2009-12-13T19:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:01:06.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth's Birthday and winter</title><content type='html'>For  my roomie Elizabeth's birthday we went to Divine Comedy with some friends.  Elizabeth in front, then Shawna, then Emily, then my other roomie Ann.  A funner group of girls I've never seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SyWpY2rcFrI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZupHkxXrrM0/s1600-h/fun+times+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SyWpY2rcFrI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZupHkxXrrM0/s320/fun+times+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414920371442554546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We set up our Christmas tree tonight, it's a little blurry but that's the best picture I could get showing the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SyWpZ5ysj4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/kEcJwAKhmWY/s1600-h/fun+times+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SyWpZ5ysj4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/kEcJwAKhmWY/s320/fun+times+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414920389458169730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SyWpZY7T0RI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BP3MbNfhMzU/s1600-h/fun+times+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SyWpZY7T0RI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BP3MbNfhMzU/s320/fun+times+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414920380635926802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the Temple looked so pretty with the snow covered mountains behind it I just couldn't resist taking a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-630138442572476280?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/630138442572476280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=630138442572476280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/630138442572476280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/630138442572476280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/12/elizabeths-birthday-and-winter.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s Birthday and winter'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SyWpY2rcFrI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZupHkxXrrM0/s72-c/fun+times+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1498723886507192241</id><published>2009-11-24T08:06:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:57:41.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>Amy Rae had her 24th birthday (again) yesterday. I was lucky enough to go to dinner with her and Jared and Chris to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv3Ql0FePI/AAAAAAAAARs/TBqZLNW_XgQ/s1600/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407687641988954354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv3Ql0FePI/AAAAAAAAARs/TBqZLNW_XgQ/s320/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cute are they?? I'm so happy Amy found a great guy...now we just need to work on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv3QWZUVQI/AAAAAAAAARk/UodDs8grm30/s1600/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407687637850150146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv3QWZUVQI/AAAAAAAAARk/UodDs8grm30/s320/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy melty cheese on her French onion soup, she looked so happy doing it I had to take a picture...(yes Mom, I totally thought of you when she ordered the soup...love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv3RC4TpZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WsiSCRPeiZA/s1600/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407687649791288722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv3RC4TpZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WsiSCRPeiZA/s320/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is actually Amy's Christmas present from me, I got her a Willow Tree figurine but then when I went over last night I noticed she already had it. I knew she wanted the scale so I just gave it to her early, she was so excited about it, it was very cute. We're having a weight loss challenge starting after Thanksgiving so I wanted her to be able to keep track of the fact I'm loosing mre weight than her....speaking of which...if you see me with a candy bar in the coming months knock it out of my hand please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Andrea's Shower-&lt;br /&gt;When Amy and I first moved out here to good old Utah we lived with a wonderful girl Andrea (and of course another wonderful girl Erin RIP). Here are a couple pictures from the baby shower wer just threw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv7bprL3fI/AAAAAAAAASk/pl6Fyib6jZQ/s1600/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407692230050438642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv7bprL3fI/AAAAAAAAASk/pl6Fyib6jZQ/s320/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to figure flavors of baby food by smell....some don't smell all that great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv7QAPC18I/AAAAAAAAASc/BCFQJle3fI4/s1600/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407692029947992002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv7QAPC18I/AAAAAAAAASc/BCFQJle3fI4/s320/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate and body wash...what could be better prizes right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv7G0KcdjI/AAAAAAAAASU/b7pfWKSbXu8/s1600/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407691872088651314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv7G0KcdjI/AAAAAAAAASU/b7pfWKSbXu8/s320/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Party favors, they each had some pink M&amp;amp;Ms, tootsie rolls and mints....don't worry, I had extras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-1498723886507192241?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1498723886507192241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=1498723886507192241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1498723886507192241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1498723886507192241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/11/amys-birtday-dinner.html' title='Amy&apos;s Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Swv3Ql0FePI/AAAAAAAAARs/TBqZLNW_XgQ/s72-c/Andrea+Shower+and+Amy+Birthday+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-633853169856452715</id><published>2009-10-19T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:57:54.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My room all organized....mostly</title><content type='html'>I decided to put the lights back up on my bed, they make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0yxJi22QI/AAAAAAAAARc/Cnc9OhP8vZ8/s1600-h/stuff+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0ywfBgaiI/AAAAAAAAARU/yqLMkLvg9jI/s1600-h/stuff+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394523737202649634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0ywfBgaiI/AAAAAAAAARU/yqLMkLvg9jI/s320/stuff+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from next to my bed, the dresser and book case.  I had to get rid of my entertainment center, there just isn't room in my new place and it didn't actually survive the move very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0yvlBjxxI/AAAAAAAAARM/FsaWwcVPlM8/s1600-h/my+room+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394523721633613586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0yvlBjxxI/AAAAAAAAARM/FsaWwcVPlM8/s320/my+room+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used some sheer material I found at my parents as a bed skirt, it only covers the front of the bed but that's all you see anyway, it'll be easier to clean too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0yvEeANtI/AAAAAAAAARE/GkxGStvzFwU/s1600-h/my+room+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394523712894547666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0yvEeANtI/AAAAAAAAARE/GkxGStvzFwU/s320/my+room+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other wall is taken up by the nice big closet, it's all organized for now too, we'll see how long that lasts.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-633853169856452715?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/633853169856452715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=633853169856452715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/633853169856452715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/633853169856452715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-room-all-organizedmostly.html' title='My room all organized....mostly'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/St0ywfBgaiI/AAAAAAAAARU/yqLMkLvg9jI/s72-c/stuff+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4645676622096123451</id><published>2009-10-15T21:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:20:39.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>48 years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StfmAN_iM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/reey0Ej_HLw/s1600-h/Mom+and+Dad+Wedding+Photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393031970229990290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StfmAN_iM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/reey0Ej_HLw/s320/Mom+and+Dad+Wedding+Photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+ 48 =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StfmHW8RynI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KTODrOWG6EM/s1600-h/Mom+and+Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393032092891335282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StfmHW8RynI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KTODrOWG6EM/s320/Mom+and+Dad" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are my parents too cute or what??&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/4167088282694275419-4645676622096123451?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4645676622096123451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4645676622096123451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4645676622096123451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4645676622096123451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/10/48-years-and-counting.html' title='48 years and counting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StfmAN_iM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/reey0Ej_HLw/s72-c/Mom+and+Dad+Wedding+Photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1734269571045570599</id><published>2009-10-12T18:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:24:23.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NTM5MzQyNDYwOCZwdD*xMjU1MzkzNDYxODE*JnA9NzQ4ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPWJjYzg2YmYzZmU2ZTQ4ZmRhZDQ2YzE3MWJiYjFlZTVjJm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; 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Yes I screamed a few times, ok probably more than a few but it was fun to hang out with Amy and Jared and a couple other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ5sk42huI/AAAAAAAAAQk/buo91leaDxs/s1600-h/October+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391505510639240930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ5sk42huI/AAAAAAAAAQk/buo91leaDxs/s320/October+2009+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ5A11QUHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/y0fMqXoKBUM/s1600-h/October+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think Amy was as excited to be there.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ41peYiBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SMw8wQxn3hI/s1600-h/October+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391504566977595410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ41peYiBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SMw8wQxn3hI/s320/October+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know if my new room could handle my bed posts but I realized I missed them so I put them on.  I think it works because the ceiling fairly high.  The cealing fan barely misses the top.  I found the swags when I was home for Amy's open house so I thought I'd use them for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ40HjtGPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BDT1Z_jaZro/s1600-h/October+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391504540693240050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ40HjtGPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BDT1Z_jaZro/s320/October+2009+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to get some bed risers because I have less space at the new place so now I really need to find a bed skirt, right now you can see under the bed, not a pretty sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now....  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ40oJHNoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jB8oeAQbXfM/s1600-h/October+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8522283256716901546?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8522283256716901546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8522283256716901546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8522283256716901546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8522283256716901546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-time.html' title='Halloween-time'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/StJ5sk42huI/AAAAAAAAAQk/buo91leaDxs/s72-c/October+2009+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-2813340250445213144</id><published>2009-09-27T20:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:56:22.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy has officially ditched me for a boy!!</title><content type='html'>I figured I'd post a few pictures from Amy's wedding since she probably wont be able to get to it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAj4wakZVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CdoqajX6qzc/s1600-h/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344612311098706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAj4wakZVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CdoqajX6qzc/s320/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The treat table not completely set up but almost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAj4uFuW1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/tRjEX4YoDmQ/s1600-h/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344611686800210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAj4uFuW1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/tRjEX4YoDmQ/s320/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+037.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAjIeZJPNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yWAotfEqhj8/s1600-h/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386343782839565522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAjIeZJPNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yWAotfEqhj8/s320/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+028.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Half of the chairs and arch for the Ring Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhKBZTzEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QVJTfyCuP7s/s1600-h/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386341610392112194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhKBZTzEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QVJTfyCuP7s/s320/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+072.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Amy and Jared Dancing &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhJlzLLnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/And3bvDBEHA/s1600-h/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386341602984406642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhJlzLLnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/And3bvDBEHA/s320/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Father Daughter/Mother Son dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhJcCMmaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nqBjtoquxEU/s1600-h/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386341600363059618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhJcCMmaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nqBjtoquxEU/s320/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake turned out amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhIrMGW2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wNob5BABYHo/s1600-h/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386341587251256162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAhIrMGW2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wNob5BABYHo/s320/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy and Jared walking out of the Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all for now. They are so happy and great for each other.  I hope one day to be as happy as they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-2813340250445213144?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2813340250445213144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=2813340250445213144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/2813340250445213144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/2813340250445213144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/09/amy-has-officially-ditched-me-for-boy.html' title='Amy has officially ditched me for a boy!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SsAj4wakZVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CdoqajX6qzc/s72-c/Amy+and+Jared%27s+Wedding+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5850044219730238577</id><published>2009-09-13T17:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:34:22.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent all day moving. Amy and I have a friend Chris who is a DJ for KSOP a radio station down here. He was nice enough to borrow the radio van they send out to events to carry equipment in. We estimated it was about a 15 foot van. First off he and Jared unloaded the sound equipment and drove it down to our house. We loaded all my stuff in it then drove it over to my place and unloaded everything. I'm really bad a judging space, I saw my room and figured all my stuff would fit....not so much. I got rid of my entertainment center because there wasn't enough room and because it's the piece of furniture I owned that was closest to falling apart. I think with a bit of arranging everything else will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back to our house and loaded all of Amy's stuff in. We were about to leave when the stupid aura of a migrane started. I took a pill right away and tried to relax on the drive up to Manga. I took a second pill an hour later just before we got there and then laid down for a bit. Luckily it wasn't very bad and the immetrex worked really well. One of the people that came to help unload the truck at Jared's was a genius who thought to pull the truck up half way on the lawn, pull the ramp out to the front door it was much faster that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd put a picture of my room how it is now on here so you can see how empty it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sq2BHUhYo7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yKykoMwgIRY/s1600-h/stuff+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381099092545414066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sq2BHUhYo7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yKykoMwgIRY/s320/stuff+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the fun unpacking begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5850044219730238577?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5850044219730238577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5850044219730238577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5850044219730238577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5850044219730238577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sq2BHUhYo7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yKykoMwgIRY/s72-c/stuff+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8822781748583478028</id><published>2009-09-07T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:38:32.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SqVsbInep8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7mKKxF58HnY/s1600-h/Amys+Bridal+Shower+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824543389263810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SqVsbInep8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7mKKxF58HnY/s320/Amys+Bridal+Shower+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift table before most gifts got there.  Decorated with the treat bags and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SqVscCQYPaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bb1QdUQEqE8/s1600-h/Amys+Bridal+Shower+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824558861630882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SqVscCQYPaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bb1QdUQEqE8/s320/Amys+Bridal+Shower+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We filled a suitcase with random clothes, blindfolded her and had her put everything on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SqVsbv7nbcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZkBA_ElCy3Q/s1600-h/Amys+Bridal+Shower+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824553942707650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SqVsbv7nbcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZkBA_ElCy3Q/s320/Amys+Bridal+Shower+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made eggs benedict, I forgot to take a picture of the finished product but here are some of the beautiful eggs I poached.  I had never poached eggs before so I was pretty proud of myself.    These are not the first attempts, they weren't quite as pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The party went really well and people had fun, I think.  I'll let Amy post more later.  I assume it'll happen somewhere around her first anniversary with everything else she's doing.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks everyone who helped and came and wanted to come and thought about coming!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8822781748583478028?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8822781748583478028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8822781748583478028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8822781748583478028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8822781748583478028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/09/amys-bridal-shower.html' title='Amy&apos;s Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SqVsbInep8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7mKKxF58HnY/s72-c/Amys+Bridal+Shower+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6052506833544411790</id><published>2009-08-12T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:12:47.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Memories the beginning</title><content type='html'>Kelsey did this on her blog and I loved seeing her favorite memories so I thought I'd do it on mine too.  As I think of more I'll post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I realized I could be friends with my parents as well as their child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Kelsey told me they were naming Jemma after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Kelsey called to say she wanted me at the hospital when the twins were born (even though it was really early in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Amy’s Dad got to the hospital after that horrible first night and day in the ER/ICU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Michael gave me the blessing that said Erin was with me while Amy was in the ICU that first night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Alex gave Amy the blessing that finally said she would survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy/Daughter dates when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I taught the Thumper lesson for FHE when I was young ( I thought I was so good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I’d go to Kelsey’s and her kids would yell, “Kacky!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I realize I could tell Amy and Kelsey anything and everything and realized they’d still be my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Ben finally showed up at the airport to get Kelsey and the kids and I after the trip from Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making and (tasting) stuffing with Mom and Beth every Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I prayed about the Book of Mormon like I’d always been told to and got the clear impression in my mind that said “You already know”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with my siblings and cousins at Grandpa and Grandma Palmers bar downstairs (as long as I didn’t look at the scary coconut faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a self-serve ice cream cone with Grandpa Harper, he said I hadn’t put on enough ice cream and he piled it on so high I could barely hold it upright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Amy got engaged to Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I understood Jared was an amazing man who would be good to and for Amy and love her so much and whenever he tells me there is a lucky man out there for me some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making the movie in response to Brian and family’s Christmas broadcast.  We were pretty dang good if I do say so myself and I do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6052506833544411790?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6052506833544411790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6052506833544411790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6052506833544411790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6052506833544411790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/favorite-memories-beginning.html' title='Favorite Memories the beginning'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-325593153172147914</id><published>2009-08-05T19:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:27:59.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all my friends and family who made my birthday amazing. Here are some pictures of my haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowU8NRlvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RHD7pEYjSP0/s1600-h/DSCN0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366655042282690290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowU8NRlvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RHD7pEYjSP0/s320/DSCN0227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture that I colored from the coloring book I got from Carrie, Elizabeth and Catherine.  They are amazing people and I love them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowUpuQyUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5tSPTM4BGqg/s1600-h/DSCN0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366655037320776002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowUpuQyUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5tSPTM4BGqg/s320/DSCN0226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a gift certificate a while ago from a friend so Amy and I got pedicures on my lunch hour...see my cute flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowUQJBVUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uQp-Js7tTr0/s1600-h/DSCN0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366655030453687618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowUQJBVUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uQp-Js7tTr0/s320/DSCN0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got lots of cute stuff but the more important part was I felt loved and cared for my my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;( I promise to use the gift cards well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowT5gFCzI/AAAAAAAAANo/W-POvGy9CTY/s1600-h/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366655024376384306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowT5gFCzI/AAAAAAAAANo/W-POvGy9CTY/s320/DSCN0220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tray is from when Amy brought me breakfast in bed, great way to start the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again to everyone who made my birthday amazing with their good wishes!!&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/4167088282694275419-325593153172147914?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/325593153172147914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=325593153172147914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/325593153172147914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/325593153172147914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnowU8NRlvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RHD7pEYjSP0/s72-c/DSCN0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5508039003193558451</id><published>2009-08-01T15:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:15:15.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearrangement</title><content type='html'>I got a little bored today and decided to rearrange my room.  I'll only be here another 2 months but still it just felt like that kind of day.  I probably get it from my Mom, she used to want to change up the living room occosionally.  It would make make more impact I'm sure if I had posted better pics of how my room looked before but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnSuqmKbH2I/AAAAAAAAANg/6pKpZrRyDsw/s1600-h/rearrangement+2+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365105102927109986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnSuqmKbH2I/AAAAAAAAANg/6pKpZrRyDsw/s320/rearrangement+2+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is teh view from the end of the bed looking out the door.  My entertaiment center on the left with my birthday present from my Mom (see I didn't open it yet, I promise to be good).  My "printer stand" on the right.  It's made up of a tote and a Pampered Chef box, classy I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnSt_PeuVyI/AAAAAAAAANY/bhbgiBSO22g/s1600-h/rearrangement+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365104358103865122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnSt_PeuVyI/AAAAAAAAANY/bhbgiBSO22g/s320/rearrangement+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is looking at the bed I put it in the far corner of the room and angled it, I think it makes the room look bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnSt-1TiTvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SLbM8YrdJZY/s1600-h/rearrangement+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365104351077617394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnSt-1TiTvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SLbM8YrdJZY/s320/rearrangement+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the window my bed used to be under, now that wall has a side table my dresser and the cute chair I got from my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5508039003193558451?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5508039003193558451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5508039003193558451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5508039003193558451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5508039003193558451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/rearrangement.html' title='Rearrangement'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SnSuqmKbH2I/AAAAAAAAANg/6pKpZrRyDsw/s72-c/rearrangement+2+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3441200825139740573</id><published>2009-07-24T21:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:28:15.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing my inner hick.....and Diva</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago Amy and I went to the races with Jared since he really wanted to go. It wasn't the most interesting evening of my life but one car did get up to over 150 miles per hour so that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Smp5H9bD6iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oLZpz2e80tw/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362231483992107554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Smp5H9bD6iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oLZpz2e80tw/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how good I am, it only took a few tries to actually get the cars in the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Smp5ITFni9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/TxBO_FZNWSk/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362231489807748050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Smp5ITFni9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/TxBO_FZNWSk/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the diva part, I spent 2 hours the night before the races trying to get the perfect home french manicure. Still not perfect but I'm too cheap to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thought for the night....I'm pretty sure Costco cheated me on my frozen yogurt you could park a car in there.  Ok not a real car but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Smp7VKXiRTI/AAAAAAAAANA/H20oKJOVqjE/s1600-h/costco+yogurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362233909828535602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Smp7VKXiRTI/AAAAAAAAANA/H20oKJOVqjE/s320/costco+yogurt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3441200825139740573?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3441200825139740573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3441200825139740573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3441200825139740573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3441200825139740573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/07/embracing-my-inner-hickand-diva.html' title='Embracing my inner hick.....and Diva'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Smp5H9bD6iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oLZpz2e80tw/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5993009112647391272</id><published>2009-07-05T19:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:16:45.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a fun and safe 4th, this officially starts the countdown to my birthday in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, that's not really the point of the day so without getting too mushy I just want to say I'm grateful for all the freedoms we enjoy here and I need to think about it more often. I'm glad we have this time to remind us and celebrate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to the Freedom Festival in the morning with my friend Elizabeth and had fun browsing thru all the booths and tents and things. I got a cute bracelet and we split a yummy Navajo Taco for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFamMz6SbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TDdLRQ7jZ9c/s1600-h/4th+of+July+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161044240714162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFamMz6SbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TDdLRQ7jZ9c/s320/4th+of+July+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy had a cool reptile show, he was really funny and good with the kids (wonder if he's single?) The creepiest part was when he was showing how "safe" this huge black scorpion was by putting it in his mouth!! The whole thing. It was pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;Even worse though that the scorpion in the mouth part was when Elizabeth and I went past a booth where they had some muscle/joint type cream. Elizabeth has arthritis so she told the guy and he squirted some on her hand.....then he looks and me and says "How about you Mom?" What the !?!?!?! I said "Mom?" so he responded by saying, "well, you're somebody's mom right?" No actually I'm not and by the way I'm not pregnant either, I'm just chubby in case you were gonna make me feel better about myself by asking that next. It hurt at first but then I remember that most people tell me I look young for my age so I'm gonna stick with that thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That night we all went to Jared's (Amy's Finace') house for a BBQ and watched him eat the biggest hamburger ever, I'll have to get the pictures from Amy so you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFdDrC_xCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_EUMa6OupDE/s1600-h/4th+of+July+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355163749596513314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFdDrC_xCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_EUMa6OupDE/s320/4th+of+July+003.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aren't they just too cute for words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the BBQ we went to watch the firework show put on my Sandy city. We got some good seats on the hill at a high school near where they shot them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFdsDml-jI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mRRFaHCYlmc/s1600-h/4th+of+July+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355164443383036466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFdsDml-jI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mRRFaHCYlmc/s320/4th+of+July+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to take a picture of fireworks because by the time I clicked the button the sparks were gone, here's the one I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFdscZbXlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Of2cWlPjuvs/s1600-h/4th+of+July+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355164450038701650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFdscZbXlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Of2cWlPjuvs/s320/4th+of+July+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Amy, Me and Elizabeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5993009112647391272?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5993009112647391272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5993009112647391272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5993009112647391272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5993009112647391272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SlFamMz6SbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TDdLRQ7jZ9c/s72-c/4th+of+July+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8880496603507739904</id><published>2009-07-03T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:36:18.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert with Delia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sk7MiWoMT2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wnL4erxg_e4/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354441897551875938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sk7MiWoMT2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wnL4erxg_e4/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my friend Delia and I at the Kelly Clarkson concert at UVU a few weeks ago.  My head looks too big....wierd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sk7Mh8a7b8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pFI6Uh0bzQM/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354441890516922306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sk7Mh8a7b8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pFI6Uh0bzQM/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got rained on but we also got a really huge gorgeous rainbow.  I guess that's how life goes, you take the rain so you get the rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sk7Mhppq6BI/AAAAAAAAAL4/G46xuBR5XLk/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354441885478479890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sk7Mhppq6BI/AAAAAAAAAL4/G46xuBR5XLk/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We weren't too far back, it was standing room only unless you paid to be a VIP.  It was the closest I've been to a mosh pit, yes I realize I'm fairly sheltered.   It was really fun even when I had to keep pushing people away from jumping on me.  There was even a guy there who tried to do the "Edward hair" (if you don't know what I mean by that you should really watch Twilight).  It just really didn't work for him at all, not the type at all to pull it off.  Delia and I kept joking that someone was going to loose something in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8880496603507739904?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8880496603507739904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8880496603507739904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8880496603507739904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8880496603507739904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/07/concert-with-delia.html' title='Concert with Delia'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sk7MiWoMT2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wnL4erxg_e4/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7847538685867238605</id><published>2009-06-16T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:09:45.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long drive....almost</title><content type='html'>Kelsey and her family moved to Texas for a job for Ben.  He drove the moving van down with his sister Friday-Saturday, they drove for just about 24 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey and I planned to drive their van on the 22 hour drive with the kids.  We left Saturday morning at about 9:30. We had plenty of snacks and stuff to keep us entertained.  We got about 4 hours into the drive and needed gas so we were exiting into Grand Juction, CO when Kelsey said that something was wrong.  She was pushing the gas and nothing was happening. There was a gas staion right around the corner so we sort of coasted and drove to it.  We filled up the tank and Kelsey went inside to get something, she had me move the van over to a parking spot.  I turned it on and pushed the gas and nothing happened, I pushed the gas few times and it moved so I got to a parking spot.  She called Ben and her Dad to try to figure out what to do. Luckily, her parents just moved from Grand Junction and her Dad had a friend who owns a transmission shop there. He came over and said that the transmission was basically toast. Unfortunately transmissions take a while to fix so they said the car wouldn't be ready till at least Wednesday. Luckily again, we were right across the street from a Super 8 motel. They guy hardly let her drive the van across the street to get to the motel but with 4 tired, hot and grumpy kids and lots of stuff there was really no other way to get it there. We got to the motel and got everyone out of the van and to the front desk.  At this time I was thinking it's amazing Kelsey and I aren't crying, I'm proud of us.  Then the lady at the desk asked how long we'd be staying.  Kelsey immediately started crying and that's all it took, we were both bawling while she explained what happened.  The lady was really nice and we got checked into a room.  Motel rooms aren't that big and the kids were already tired and confused and grumpy so they were bouncing off the walls fighting and pushing and crying and getting into everything.  They kept playing with the phone and calling the front desk. We got all the kids in the tub to cool them down. I took some cute pictures of it on Kelsey's camara, if she posts it on her blog I'll steal it and post it for you, it's way cute.&lt;br /&gt;At first we thought we could stick it out and drive out when the car was done but then realized that was not gonna happen.  I love those kids like they were my own but I was ready to rip all my hair out and it just breaks your heart to not be able to comfort a crying child.  Then we went between renting a van to continue the drive and flying out.  Everything was crazy and stressful when my phone rang and it was Kelsey's sister Deon saying not to worry about dinner, it was on it's way and paid for.  Of course we both started crying again. Thanks Deon!  I hadn't even worried about that yet but I'm sure Kelsey had.&lt;br /&gt;There was no vans available to rent and by that time we realized we couldn't handle two more days of crazyness so we had to fly out. After a lot of searching (and even more tears) Kelsey and her Dad and Ben found flights for Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of not good sleep we got up and took what was absolutely necessary and we headed to the airport.  We got on the plane after hanging out in the airport for a bit.  There was alot of turbulance which usually makes me sick but I've realized if I'm worried about kids then it doesn't affect me as much. Aurora and a twin were sitting with me and I conviced Aurora that it was like we were on a roller coaster, Charlie however just wanted "Off two plane!".  We got to Denver where we had a layover, it started off with nice people offering to help with bags (it's amazing how much stuff you have to have with 4 kids) then we got to ride one of those cool airport golf cart things because we had to go down about 20 gates and we obvioulsy looked like we couldn't do it because we didn't even have to ask for it, they just said wait here the cart is coming. The kids were actually pretty good on the plane.  On the second leg of the flight Aurora actually slept for about half of it. The lady sitting next to me was really nice.  As soon as she sat down and saw the kids she said, "dont' worry, I have a 4 and 5 year old, nothing they can do will bother me" She was very helpful when Aurora randomly decided she didn't want to sit in her seat or be belted in anymore.  The woman told her she had a special prize to show her but only people in seat belts could see it.  It shows hot tired she was that she actually bough tit. We finally got to Dallas and were so relived to se Ben and Terry (Kelseys Dad) there to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredibly stressful trip and while we were going thru it it was awful. It was so nice to get to her parents house with nice people and be able to relax and hav help with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;I felt better after sleeping for almost 8 hours that night then I heard the Kelsey and Aurora were throwing up that night, I wondered what else would happen. Luckily it was short lived and she's doing much better.  I think it might have been a reaction to all the stress of packing/moving/the trip from H E double hocky sticks, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;We did see bright sides of the situation and evidence we were being taken care of throughout the trip, we could have broken down in the middle of no where but we broke down as we got off the exit right by a gas station and a hotel and in the town where her parents had just moved from, where they happened to know a guy that owns a transmission shop. The airport was only about a mile away so the cab fair was really cheap. &lt;br /&gt;I flew back to Salt Lake the next day (Monday) on probably the longest flight I've been on.  For some reason whoever plans Southwest's schedule decided that I should go from Dallas to San Antonio, then Denver, then Salt Lake.  I didn't have to change planes but I was on the same one for 6 hours with 3 take-offs and landings.  The funniest part was when I was rushing down to meet my friend Delia who was picking me up.  We were about 20 minutes late so I was walking fast and decided to trip over my own feet just past the baggage claim.  I now have a large bruise on my knee to remember my amazing performance in front of a hundred strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over it doesn't seem as hard as it was in the middle of it but belive me it was not something I would recommend going thru. Kelsey kept saying that I wouldn't miss them as much because of all the drama but I'd go thru it again to move them back here.  I miss them all already.  &lt;br /&gt;I love her like a sister, and am grateful for friends that become family and that her family is so wonderful and they love me too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Lee called, we're going out again tomorrow....what? I didn't tell you about him....will write more after our date tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7847538685867238605?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7847538685867238605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7847538685867238605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7847538685867238605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7847538685867238605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-drivealmost.html' title='Long drive....almost'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6393629544254917747</id><published>2009-05-17T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:01:43.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>I forgot I was supposed to put a picture of my haircut on here too so my Mom could see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCzBK52hbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RmKq9q-HnNY/s1600-h/Hair+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336962391122281906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCzBK52hbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RmKq9q-HnNY/s320/Hair+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm not that photogenic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6393629544254917747?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6393629544254917747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6393629544254917747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6393629544254917747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6393629544254917747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCzBK52hbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RmKq9q-HnNY/s72-c/Hair+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6861670384517464226</id><published>2009-05-17T18:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:29:17.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelsey had a Lemonade party yesterday for Mommy's and daughters and was nice enough to let me help and come along even though I don't technically have any children. I have one of those "Mother Hearts" that there was a talk on a few years ago. Anyway, we went all out on the food and stuff. Mostly due to Kelsey's creativity and a fun magazine. Here are a few before pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCqi52skqI/AAAAAAAAALI/60yxz4eyhCU/s1600-h/May+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953075056546466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCqi52skqI/AAAAAAAAALI/60yxz4eyhCU/s320/May+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We put some toulle on her awning to make it prettier.  There was little pink flowers pinned to it too but those are hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCqi8pxzaI/AAAAAAAAALA/VEbJMMRY2hA/s1600-h/May+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953075807669666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCqi8pxzaI/AAAAAAAAALA/VEbJMMRY2hA/s320/May+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had jelly rolls, home made lemonade, cream puffs, fruit salad and pettit fours.  They were taking forever to frost so we didn't frost them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCqiWxRXlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HDSAaEhE20Y/s1600-h/May+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953065638551122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCqiWxRXlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HDSAaEhE20Y/s320/May+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some place settings, we made fans, napkin rings and place cards to match.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a lot of fun to help put together and to get to be with friends to just visit and eat.  Two of my favorite activites I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6861670384517464226?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6861670384517464226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6861670384517464226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6861670384517464226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6861670384517464226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemonade-party.html' title='Lemonade Party'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/ShCqi52skqI/AAAAAAAAALI/60yxz4eyhCU/s72-c/May+2009+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-9048864919888163420</id><published>2009-05-09T12:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:14:11.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturyday is a special day....</title><content type='html'>I was woken up early this morning for a really dumb reason so I was rather annoyed. I tried and tried to go back to sleep but it just wouldn't happen. I finally got up and used my annoyed energy to do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen sparkles now (as long as you don't look at the floor) and the laundry is done.&lt;br /&gt;After all that was done Kelsey and I made our weekly trek to the Farmer's Market. I love our tradition of going even though the only thing we usually get is cookies!&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture I took of Jemma on my phone. We had to take her out incognito because of how cute she is the paparazzi usually follows here around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SgZUDD4XMPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DpdDdsKe9e8/s1600-h/Jemma+in+shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334043220224979186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SgZUDD4XMPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DpdDdsKe9e8/s320/Jemma+in+shades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-9048864919888163420?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9048864919888163420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=9048864919888163420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/9048864919888163420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/9048864919888163420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturyday-is-special-day.html' title='Saturyday is a special day....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SgZUDD4XMPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DpdDdsKe9e8/s72-c/Jemma+in+shades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4776317266228128196</id><published>2009-04-18T15:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:35:26.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm babysitting Ben and Kelsey's kids while they are away for a birthday/graduation/whatever else celebration. I have them from Friday after work to late tonight when they get back. It's going well so far. Everyone is down for naps. I don't believe everyone is asleep but what can you do right?&lt;br /&gt;They have this gate that they use to put in front of the stairs so the babies don't climb them (they're little dare-devils). I took the big kids up for naps making sure the gate was in the proper position and when I came back down Jemma had pushed it and was half way up the stairs! I put the other gate up and that seems to solve the problem for now although climbing over it 12 times to put Aurora back in her bed is giving my legs quite the work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SepHHIfW0_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/aypnNHmgY6g/s1600-h/April+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147697182692338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SepHHIfW0_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/aypnNHmgY6g/s320/April+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lilly trying to fight thru the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SepHHCCP9vI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bPnLZ86iJX8/s1600-h/April+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147695449994994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SepHHCCP9vI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bPnLZ86iJX8/s320/April+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jemma trying to give me puppy dog eyes so I let her thru the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SepHHYvPp1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bxsLVqNIK34/s1600-h/April+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147701544298322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SepHHYvPp1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bxsLVqNIK34/s320/April+2009+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why I put the pillows at the foot of the stairs....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4776317266228128196?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4776317266228128196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4776317266228128196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4776317266228128196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4776317266228128196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-mom.html' title='Playing Mom'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SepHHIfW0_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/aypnNHmgY6g/s72-c/April+2009+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-941122299361086898</id><published>2009-04-09T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:47:48.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my GROSS!!!</title><content type='html'>So...there's been this funny smell in my kitchen for a few days now and we couldn't figure out what it was.  We mopped the floors, bleached the drains, took out the garbage, really anything we could think of. &lt;br /&gt;I had this brilliant thought tonight that maybe something had dripped under the fridge so I moved it out and cleaned under it which was pretty darn disgusting in it's own rite.  While cleaning out under the fridge I noticed that our box freezer next to it was halfway unplugged, didn't think much of it, pushed the plug back in and finished my work.&lt;br /&gt;I moved the fridge and box freezer back to their spots and still smelled the stink.  I then opened the box freezer....BIG MISTAKE!!  I have never been so nauseated by a smell in my entire life.  That thing must have been unplugged for at least a week.  I hurried and pulled everything out (luckily not a ton of stuff was in there, enough to be a big waste of money but not huge) while yelling upstairs to Amy and Jared not to come down.  Amy has a super-sensitive olfactory sense so that would have just been more to clean up.  Amy came down and helped when the main scent was gone so with some teamwork and open windows our house will smell back to normal very soon.&lt;br /&gt;You probably didn't really want to read all that but it was just so gross I had to share it with those I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-941122299361086898?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/941122299361086898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=941122299361086898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/941122299361086898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/941122299361086898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-gross.html' title='Oh my GROSS!!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-550316946643239195</id><published>2009-03-14T14:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:39:38.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was over at Kelsey's last night assisting with the cake making for Lilly and Jemma's birthday which mostly consisted of me handing things to more talented people than me or saying "yes, it's straight" or "trust me, it looks good". Here are a few pics from the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx2-QVlkBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TGFRGO9NMmY/s1600-h/DSCN0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313252472299819026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx2-QVlkBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TGFRGO9NMmY/s320/DSCN0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ingredients......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx2-vNk0aI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JbPVvJlwhNs/s1600-h/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313252480587714978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx2-vNk0aI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JbPVvJlwhNs/s320/DSCN0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Harden frosting....come on!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx2-fP7LCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Zd72X-1ghHs/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313252476302601250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx2-fP7LCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Zd72X-1ghHs/s320/DSCN0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't mess up!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx3kCObe3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0JZzp-nVVZU/s1600-h/DSCN0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313253121346730866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx3kCObe3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0JZzp-nVVZU/s320/DSCN0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it turned out really cute and I've totally hired Catherine and Kelsey if I should ever have a daughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-550316946643239195?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/550316946643239195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=550316946643239195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/550316946643239195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/550316946643239195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/cake-making.html' title='Cake Making'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/Sbx2-QVlkBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TGFRGO9NMmY/s72-c/DSCN0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8279227112862140760</id><published>2009-03-11T09:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:30:49.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEinHOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNjc4NTQzMDc2NSZwdD*xMjM2Nzg1NDQxMDkzJnA9MTkzMjYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*4MTEzZGYyNjdiYjA*MzRiYTcxMDFmMjk4ZDQxYTE5Yg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://S1.faceinhole.com/09/3/11/3e1e77d93b91c3435b.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;Create your own FACEinHOLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8279227112862140760?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8279227112862140760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8279227112862140760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8279227112862140760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8279227112862140760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/faceinhole.html' title='FACEinHOLE'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5524346262417994287</id><published>2009-02-16T23:06:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:42:56.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day part deux and my bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That sounded interesting didn't it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to show the neat stuff Amy got me for Valentines day. I didn't get her anything because I didn't think about it, but later that night she got a diamond ring from her then boyfriend/now fiance so that pretty much makes up for almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpVLObDHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Lq8OTMbg-9k/s1600-h/DSCN0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303645162520649074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpVLObDHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Lq8OTMbg-9k/s320/DSCN0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpVLRvvS-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/9L8x4WvgxW4/s1600-h/DSCN0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303645163412736994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpVLRvvS-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/9L8x4WvgxW4/s320/DSCN0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpa6HXH8tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jiquAmM88Z4/s1600-h/DSCN0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303651465637130962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpa6HXH8tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jiquAmM88Z4/s320/DSCN0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I got a new bedspread and I really like it so I thought I'd show it off. I think a white pillow would look good on it, Amy thinks a bright color...I need some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpcF6sBGOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x5nPeFHE02M/s1600-h/DSCN0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303652767905159394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpcF6sBGOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x5nPeFHE02M/s320/DSCN0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpcF68dBII/AAAAAAAAAJY/BvSevhXubzc/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303652767974098050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpcF68dBII/AAAAAAAAAJY/BvSevhXubzc/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" 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/4167088282694275419-5524346262417994287?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5524346262417994287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5524346262417994287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5524346262417994287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5524346262417994287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-part-deux-and-my-bed.html' title='Valentines Day part deux and my bed...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZpVLObDHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Lq8OTMbg-9k/s72-c/DSCN0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4107890913344432190</id><published>2009-02-12T23:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:08:10.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day to Me!</title><content type='html'>So I figured since I wasn't getting a present for a guy this year I should get one for myself, I debated for a while but Amy persuaded me to just do it.(thanks Aim!)&lt;br /&gt;It's CHOCOLATE and SHOES!!  What could be better?!  I will eat them eventually but they are just so dang cute I'll have to just have them sitting on my dresser for a bit first.  The other one is a tiny purse with chocolates in it, again TOO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZUNfNhYzJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tFNr440rd-8/s1600-h/DSCN0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302158966155431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZUNfNhYzJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tFNr440rd-8/s320/DSCN0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZUNe-yqSEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aFb3A-0iHHg/s1600-h/DSCN0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4167088282694275419-4107890913344432190?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4107890913344432190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4107890913344432190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4107890913344432190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4107890913344432190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Valentines Day to Me!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SZUNfNhYzJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tFNr440rd-8/s72-c/DSCN0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1900144497665690169</id><published>2009-01-14T09:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:56:07.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not a very good ratio.....I need to do more</title><content type='html'>Copy and paste it and bold the things you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Sang a solo – not in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14.Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.Slept on an overnight train – I slept on a train, just not an overnight one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23.Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24.Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job - I've been laid off but I've been told that's different.....doesn't feel different.&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life-I had to do the baby heimlich on my niece, it was pretty much my fault she was choking though&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous (Fergie, the Dutchess not the singer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-1900144497665690169?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1900144497665690169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=1900144497665690169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1900144497665690169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1900144497665690169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-not-very-good-ratioi-need-to-do.html' title='That&apos;s not a very good ratio.....I need to do more'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7773471374483651219</id><published>2009-01-08T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:43:26.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message in my apple.....?</title><content type='html'>So...sometimes when I'm at work I get a little distracted. I was a good girl and brought a healthy lunch in today.  A sandwich and an apple.  I took a bite of my apple and this is what I saw.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SWZXO7VaCXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JL3fnnSgVO0/s1600-h/Apple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SWZXO7VaCXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JL3fnnSgVO0/s320/Apple.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289010726350489970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you suppose it means???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7773471374483651219?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7773471374483651219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7773471374483651219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7773471374483651219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7773471374483651219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/message-in-my-apple.html' title='A message in my apple.....?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SWZXO7VaCXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JL3fnnSgVO0/s72-c/Apple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6571601687404305564</id><published>2008-12-27T17:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:08:42.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding and such...</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; really wanted to go sledding today and there is a really good hill near their house. My younger sister was driving us all to the great sledding spot when the car decided it wanted in on the action. We were coming up to a two way stop when the car decided it would rather sled than stop. We slid along a "fun" patch of ice until another car got in the way. No one was hurt, just shaken a little. The cars looked a little worse for the day but not horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I think the Universe was telling me to stay home....I did not listen. The kids still wanted to to go so we had my Sister-in-Law drive us to the hill (you didn't think I wanted to drive did you?). I was really fun and we some some good wipe-outs when I decided to go for one last run....to paraphrase Napoleon's (Dynamite) uncle, I think I broke my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coxix&lt;/span&gt;, that's most likely not spelled right.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's actually broken but bruised is a word that comes to mind, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ouchy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my sledding buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SVbDHez-hRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PA3vDPezRfk/s1600-h/Sledding+Buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284625746063426834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SVbDHez-hRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PA3vDPezRfk/s320/Sledding+Buddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara my niece on the left, Mackenzie their friend in the middle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bre&lt;/span&gt; my other niece on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are slightly bruised but it was fun, especially for my first sledding experience!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6571601687404305564?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6571601687404305564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6571601687404305564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6571601687404305564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6571601687404305564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sledding-and-such.html' title='Sledding and such...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SVbDHez-hRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PA3vDPezRfk/s72-c/Sledding+Buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8969130085344097627</id><published>2008-12-11T23:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:22:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tractor Tipping and Merry Christmas Baby</title><content type='html'>Something to help you realize how many good songs you have on your computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on Elizabeth's Blog and it looked funny/fun so I decided to do one on my home computer where I have 6377 songs and on my work computer where there is about 30 songs.&lt;br /&gt;A. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;B.For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;C. Write down that song, no matter how silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the one from home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Red Red Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon Bear Promo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Coward of the Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Awake and Arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;If I Ruled the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Be Still my Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Hold On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Will and Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a Highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;All I Ever Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;This I Promise You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Great God, to Thee my Evening Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;A Good Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Living out Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;What if I Loved You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;How Great Shall be your Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Winnie-the-Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Until I find you Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;A little less talk and a lot more Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;We bow our Heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll be Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.WHERE WILL YOU TRAVEL TO?&lt;br /&gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.WHAT IS THE BEST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;I Can't move a Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.WHAT DO YOU OFTEN FIND YOURSELF WANTING TO YELL AT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;Our Bishop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.WHAT DO YOU CALL YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Te Dejo Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT DOES THE PERSON YOU LIKE THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Tractor Tipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the one from work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? &lt;br /&gt;Big Girl Now  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? &lt;br /&gt;Walking on Sunshine   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? &lt;br /&gt;Black Horse and the Cherry Tree &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? &lt;br /&gt;Voices Carry &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? &lt;br /&gt;What’s on your mind  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? &lt;br /&gt;The Wizard and I &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? &lt;br /&gt;Donde Esta Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? &lt;br /&gt;Addicted to Love &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.WHAT IS 2+2? &lt;br /&gt;Lost &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? &lt;br /&gt;Crushcrushcrush &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? &lt;br /&gt;The girl is mine &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? &lt;br /&gt;Pressure &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? &lt;br /&gt;Vacation &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? &lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? &lt;br /&gt;Happy Working Song &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR WEDDING? &lt;br /&gt;One Short Day &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? &lt;br /&gt;White and Nerdy  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? &lt;br /&gt;Virus Alert &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? &lt;br /&gt;Into the Well &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20.WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? &lt;br /&gt;Beat it &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21.HOW WILL YOU DIE? &lt;br /&gt;Pancreas &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22.WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? &lt;br /&gt;Buddahs’s Delight &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23.WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? &lt;br /&gt;Looking like Danger &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24.WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? &lt;br /&gt;Wanna be Startin’ Something &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? &lt;br /&gt;(I just) Died in your arms &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26.WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? &lt;br /&gt;I know what boys like &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a Star to Fall &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28.IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? &lt;br /&gt;Finale &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29.WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? &lt;br /&gt;Winter Wonderland &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30.WHERE WILL YOU TRAVEL TO? &lt;br /&gt;Wonderful &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31.WHAT IS THE BEST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? &lt;br /&gt;Comin’ Home Baby &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32.WHAT DO YOU OFTEN FIND YOURSELF WANTING TO YELL AT PEOPLE? &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jane &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33.WHAT DO YOU CALL YOURSELF? &lt;br /&gt;Officially Over &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT DOES THE PERSON YOU LIKE THINK OF YOU? &lt;br /&gt;Dear Old Shiz &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8969130085344097627?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8969130085344097627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8969130085344097627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8969130085344097627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8969130085344097627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/tractor-tipping-and-merry-christmas.html' title='Tractor Tipping and Merry Christmas Baby'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6808318772241703391</id><published>2008-12-01T22:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:28:49.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Dance</title><content type='html'>Kelsey's parents were nice enough to invite me to their home in Colorado for Thanksgiving.  It was fun to be with a fun family for Thanksgiving especially since I couldn't be with my own.  They made me feel included and everyone had a good time I think, except poor Catherine who was sick the whole time.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is a video...if it works...of Kelsey's kids rocking out to the Twilight soundtrack and "helping" with the puzzle the Gosney girls worked on all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;One of the many fun times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d3e0f9e7be9a0c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d3e0f9e7be9a0c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331842851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD729D30B72EC5455E231ED6FC18969D3D4C510A.2E370BD1F8F7FAB2A4CE2E89C165114471E347C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d3e0f9e7be9a0c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgPLpoktr_TDKdagGWWx4ODozyzs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d3e0f9e7be9a0c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331842851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD729D30B72EC5455E231ED6FC18969D3D4C510A.2E370BD1F8F7FAB2A4CE2E89C165114471E347C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d3e0f9e7be9a0c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgPLpoktr_TDKdagGWWx4ODozyzs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6808318772241703391?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d3e0f9e7be9a0c8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6808318772241703391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6808318772241703391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6808318772241703391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6808318772241703391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-dance.html' title='Thanksgiving Dance'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-987836867285852748</id><published>2008-11-19T22:04:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:29:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>Guess what!! I went to the New Kids on the Block concert with my friends Amy, Ruth and Alexis on Saturday. It was AMAZING!! I know some of you are going to think I'm not cool as I used to be admitting I had a awsome time but I did. Around the middle of the concert the boys left the stage and came up in the center of the floor, did I mention we had floor seats?! Anyway they came up no more than 5 feet from our seats!! Amy and the others made it close to the point they came up, I think Amy said she was just a couple feet from them. I stood on a chair for most of the time they were there (I say most of the time because security didn't really appriciate that I was standing on the chair). Anyway the chair brought me up to eye level with the guys and I realize what an idiot I'm going to sound like when I say this but I totally made eye contact with Joey and Donny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...here's some pictures Amy was able to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUBLl7vCOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OPptyYE1WJg/s1600-h/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270620237579880674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUBLl7vCOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OPptyYE1WJg/s320/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when they first came out on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUBLSgorzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mK9XJ4H_YoM/s1600-h/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270620232365944626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUBLSgorzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mK9XJ4H_YoM/s320/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUB0h0DJVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5CLw17sKCtQ/s1600-h/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270620940848538962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUB0h0DJVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5CLw17sKCtQ/s320/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up close and personal (ok not really personal but you get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUB0NkpgAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7fni93TyMP8/s1600-h/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270620935415234562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUB0NkpgAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7fni93TyMP8/s320/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy, yummy.....so close, darn security!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUCmU4_IlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sXS1OXDvpWg/s1600-h/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270621796373045842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUCmU4_IlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sXS1OXDvpWg/s320/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSc2GFNasJI/AAAAAAAAAII/XfQgGpE8EV0/s1600-h/David+Archuletta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSc2GFNasJI/AAAAAAAAAII/XfQgGpE8EV0/s320/David+Archuletta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271241366966022290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, that's David Archuletta, he was at the concert too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-987836867285852748?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/987836867285852748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=987836867285852748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/987836867285852748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/987836867285852748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SSUBLl7vCOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OPptyYE1WJg/s72-c/New+Kids+on+the+Block+Concert+November+15+2008+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3596957831505156048</id><published>2008-11-06T19:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:42:13.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Cleansing Clay Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SROq0alpkcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i8MOTOvzy8s/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265740206793396674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SROq0alpkcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i8MOTOvzy8s/s320/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is supposed to draw out the oils and make me have vibrant clean skin, what exactly does vibrant skin look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3596957831505156048?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3596957831505156048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3596957831505156048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3596957831505156048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3596957831505156048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-cleansing-clay-mask.html' title='Deep Cleansing Clay Mask'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SROq0alpkcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i8MOTOvzy8s/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4780090445629197492</id><published>2008-11-04T14:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:21:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Better</title><content type='html'>My hand looks much better now.  I realized much of the grossness was the marker the surgeon used to mark where to cut.  (that gives me the creeps just thinking about it!)  Here is a picture of how it looks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SRC7KI3Q9SI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ynBe-SwNjaQ/s1600-h/hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SRC7KI3Q9SI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ynBe-SwNjaQ/s320/hand.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264913747248477474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I have for now.  Although I was attacked my a huge spider today!  I went to the bank for work to make a couple deposits and when the deposit slips came back I reached for the tube thing they come in and noticed on the edge of the contraption (whatever you call that thing) where the tubes come back was a huge black/gray spider.  I was probably poisonous and I could have died.  But I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4780090445629197492?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4780090445629197492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4780090445629197492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4780090445629197492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4780090445629197492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/much-better.html' title='Much Better'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SRC7KI3Q9SI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ynBe-SwNjaQ/s72-c/hand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4397296979127402014</id><published>2008-10-29T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:06:33.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewer Discretion Advised</title><content type='html'>I should be working right now but I wanted to post the post-bandage picture for all those who were interested.  If no one is interested just don't tell me cause I like to think people are.   It's less gross looking the more you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SQiJWOq2NZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/grIx898_vq0/s1600-h/after+the+stitches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SQiJWOq2NZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/grIx898_vq0/s320/after+the+stitches.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262607179570361746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as a side note, now that Amy has a boyfriend she likes to hang out with I'm more available for things such as helping eat other people's food, watching TV and/or movies, going places such as shopping (window mostly till the deductible is paid off), and babysitting.  Any takers let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4397296979127402014?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4397296979127402014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4397296979127402014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4397296979127402014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4397296979127402014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/10/viewer-discretion-advised.html' title='Viewer Discretion Advised'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SQiJWOq2NZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/grIx898_vq0/s72-c/after+the+stitches.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6192859944435618115</id><published>2008-10-23T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:42:04.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches Itch</title><content type='html'>Just in case you didn't know, stitches itch.  It's not a good thing.  Also, I'm not really all that smart sometimes (sometimes I'm a genius).  I was wondering the other day why my fingers have almost back to normal range of motion but my thumb really doesn't.  I can't put very much pressure on it or it kills.  I'm such a dork, the surgeon cut the ligament (sp)!! That was the whole point of the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better but typing all day at work, which was a major contributor to need thing the the operation in the first place, puts pressure and therefore pain and itchyness in the incision.  I should just not have to work.  Anyone with ideas on how I can afford to not work please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  Is there a spell check on blogs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6192859944435618115?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6192859944435618115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6192859944435618115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6192859944435618115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6192859944435618115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/10/stitches-itch.html' title='Stitches Itch'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5599696731776799803</id><published>2008-10-16T10:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:54:44.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived</title><content type='html'>I promised to post pictures of my bandaged hand so here you go. This is a short post because its hard to type with just one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SPdwrrt9MYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kQToSleWiB0/s1600-h/after+surgery+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257794985750507906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SPdwrrt9MYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kQToSleWiB0/s320/after+surgery+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SPdwr89EXLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cWvWrTx0XXs/s1600-h/after+surgery+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257794990377295026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SPdwr89EXLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cWvWrTx0XXs/s320/after+surgery+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are a bit swollen but the surgeon said that would probably happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank my wonderful friends Kelsey and Amy for taking such good care of me, you guys are the best friends a girl could have!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5599696731776799803?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5599696731776799803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5599696731776799803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5599696731776799803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5599696731776799803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-survived.html' title='I survived'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SPdwrrt9MYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kQToSleWiB0/s72-c/after+surgery+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6105084894375467280</id><published>2008-10-13T16:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:17:21.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>I can never really spell that word right which means I shouldn't have to have it right?  I guess not.  I'm having Carpal Tunnel Surgery tomorrow morning.  It's apparently a good one to start with if you've never had surgery before, at least according to the scheduling lady.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of my bandaged hand so you all (whoever you all is) can feel sorry for me.  My wonderful and amazing friend Kelsey is taking me to the clinic and is gonna babysit me after so I don't do anything weird.  Who knows how the fun pain meds will effect me, last time I took anything stronger than Ibuprofen i couldn't stand up straight. &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  I'm writing this at work because there isn't anything to do right now and I figured if I was typing they'd think I was working on work stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6105084894375467280?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6105084894375467280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6105084894375467280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6105084894375467280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6105084894375467280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/10/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7708976766573891581</id><published>2008-10-05T13:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:01:51.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for Graduating!</title><content type='html'>Kelsey's sister Catherine graduated from High School and was down in Provo for General Conference so her sisters decided to have a Surprise Graduation Party for her. It was a fun excuse for everyone to get together while all the guys were at the Priesthood session. They decided to have 80s glamor shots, here's some of the fun photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbCE9X3oI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lJCYLqTS-y4/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760162809241218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbCE9X3oI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lJCYLqTS-y4/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy Rae....fur shure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbCZbPxeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Aw9BrBbZfn0/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760168303248866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbCZbPxeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Aw9BrBbZfn0/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in my 80's glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbrHaOIMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9EGb8PX_oDU/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760867841745090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbrHaOIMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9EGb8PX_oDU/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to be a rocker chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbrX1U6jI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2fFmjwxPg6w/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760872250403378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbrX1U6jI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2fFmjwxPg6w/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelsey's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbry5AN6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cUVD-ee7u24/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253760879513581474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbry5AN6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cUVD-ee7u24/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelsey's dad thought she looked more like a Geisha than an 80's girl.......oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkcuf5nEuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pDRzm0sL10s/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253762025467089634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkcuf5nEuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pDRzm0sL10s/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Catherine and her friend Aimee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkcuqHVpvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/epNCk7bgQlI/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253762028209022706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkcuqHVpvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/epNCk7bgQlI/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                            Elizabeth......I think she looks the most authentic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a fun night, we had pizza and cake and had lots of fun, thanks ladies for letting me be a part of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7708976766573891581?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7708976766573891581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7708976766573891581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7708976766573891581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7708976766573891581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-graduating.html' title='Thanks for Graduating!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOkbCE9X3oI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lJCYLqTS-y4/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8211366031250925178</id><published>2008-10-02T20:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:43:44.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna know what's not ok.....?</title><content type='html'>When you have bad heartburn so you when you get home from work you take some Tums hoping to feel better. You wait patiently for it to start working then not only do you have the bad heartburn you then feel super nauseated!   :(        It turns out that Tums has milk it in! In case you didn't know, milk and I, not such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share that with someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8211366031250925178?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8211366031250925178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8211366031250925178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8211366031250925178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8211366031250925178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-wanna-know-whats-not-ok.html' title='You wanna know what&apos;s not ok.....?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7591856101260676001</id><published>2008-09-28T18:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:38:24.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Y.......why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAhS3oi_QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G2cNVgpkkFY/s1600-h/100_2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251233773569375490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAhS3oi_QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G2cNVgpkkFY/s320/100_2357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy had the great idea to hike the Y so that's how we spent our morning yesterday. When I read stuff about the hike I had read that it was an "easy" hike. What I want to know is compared to what?! It was a really great hike but it reminded me of how out of shape I am and oh yeah, the whole asthma thing. It feels great to have accomplished it, it was something that I've wanted to do as long as I've lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAhTVKv4uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kdO4paM_0h4/s1600-h/100_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251233781497455330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAhTVKv4uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kdO4paM_0h4/s320/100_2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you think I look thrashed remember that I was climbing a mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAiVvWPECI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qpf2Aio4NvU/s1600-h/100_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251234922396323874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAiVvWPECI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qpf2Aio4NvU/s320/100_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy looks less thrashed.....how did she do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAjIFLVu0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WMfB8Q5goxo/s1600-h/100_2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251235787249662786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAjIFLVu0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WMfB8Q5goxo/s320/100_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the top of the Y looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAiV2QSP1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4aLrNUl_70/s1600-h/100_2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251234924250414930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAiV2QSP1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4aLrNUl_70/s320/100_2376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me at the entrance to the hike, the picture was taken after we finished the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike is 1.2 miles each way and 980 in elevation.  Lets just say I'm glad I did it but I'm also glad it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7591856101260676001?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7591856101260676001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7591856101260676001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7591856101260676001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7591856101260676001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ywhy-not.html' title='Y.......why not?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SOAhS3oi_QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G2cNVgpkkFY/s72-c/100_2357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4128645446052783273</id><published>2008-09-19T00:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:26:24.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SNNFdqvRECI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yHyfTHkYW1Y/s1600-h/Cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247614366807822370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SNNFdqvRECI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yHyfTHkYW1Y/s320/Cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have to say is it's not all it's cracked up to be.  Amy, Shawna and I went to Salt Lake tonight because Amy was told about some cheap tickets.  Luckily the tickets weren't that much.  It wasn't bad but it sure wasn't good.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, it's late and I'm sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4128645446052783273?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4128645446052783273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4128645446052783273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4128645446052783273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4128645446052783273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/09/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SNNFdqvRECI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yHyfTHkYW1Y/s72-c/Cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8765213930030636243</id><published>2008-09-14T17:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:27:41.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Purchase</title><content type='html'>Guess who got a new (used) car!? Me! I got a 2004 Honda Civic. My cousin is a car salesman up in SLC and gave me the family discount so I got a good deal. My old car wasn't in horrible shape but it had seen better days (see previous post about accident). Here is a picture of me and my new car (it's a new dress too but that didn't cost near as much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SM2dxV_AdSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BPKLvZ3YyCc/s1600-h/100_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246022611997062434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SM2dxV_AdSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BPKLvZ3YyCc/s320/100_2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SM2dxwT19iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XrFryOAJTeU/s1600-h/100_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246022619063776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SM2dxwT19iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XrFryOAJTeU/s320/100_2342.JPG" 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/4167088282694275419-8765213930030636243?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8765213930030636243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8765213930030636243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8765213930030636243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8765213930030636243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-purchase.html' title='A Big Purchase'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SM2dxV_AdSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BPKLvZ3YyCc/s72-c/100_2341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-222542892476447980</id><published>2008-09-08T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:53:45.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>My friend Kelsey tagged me, which means I get to answer these fun questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Name:&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Opal Palmer, Kathleen because my Mom liked it, Opal because it was my Grandma's name and Palmer because no one has married me yet.&lt;br /&gt;2. Born:&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Vancouver, Washington.  August 4, 1974 at 12:07pm&lt;br /&gt;3. Place I would like to visit:&lt;br /&gt;Australia.  I would love to see the country, plus I really love the accent&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite City:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have a favorite city, I love where my family is but I can't really say Bremerton is my favorite city.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bad Habit:&lt;br /&gt;Eating out of boredom, lonelyness, happiness, worry....basically eating for any other reason than being hungry.&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Animal:&lt;br /&gt;Anything baby that is soft and cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;7. Past love:&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited&lt;br /&gt;8. 1st job:&lt;br /&gt;I worked at the Junior High my senior year of High School, for class credit and some pay, if you could call $4.15 per hour pay.  It was really interesing when I had to take a doll around with me everywhere I went for a Psychology class.  Junior High kids aren't the brightest kids&lt;br /&gt;9.Another Place I want to visit:&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;10. Current Job:&lt;br /&gt;Accounting/Reception/Data Entry for The Evolution Group, we are a financial seminar company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kels for picking me so I had a reason to write something.  I'm gonna tag Deon Christensen because she posts even less often than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little aside for all my overconfidant friends like me, if you think that you don't need to turn the lights on when you're going down the stairs because you know your house and you know how to walk down stairs, you are probably wrong.  I was carrying two glass glasses (one half full of orange juice) down the stairs and missed the last one.  I ended up in a heap at the bottom of the stairs and covered in orange juice.  Luckily I didn't get sliced on the glass.   It's nice to know that I have good friends to look after me though.  Amy came running down the stairs to be sure I wasn't dead and Ben came over from next door to be sure I wasn't being murdered.  All in all it was an exciting evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-222542892476447980?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/222542892476447980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=222542892476447980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/222542892476447980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/222542892476447980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1166063461851386873</id><published>2008-08-26T22:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:11:40.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Build-a-Bear</title><content type='html'>Patti and I were sitting at my house last night trying to figure what we wanted to do that night and what we wanted for dinner. Amy was at a scholar's birthday party. Patti thought it was funny that a student would invite the teacher to a party but she's just that kind of teacher. I said something like "she even got to go to a Build-a-Bear party once. We looked at each other and it was decided. It was also a good excuse to go to dinner at The Spaghetti Factory, yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of our creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SLTglryRh4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aHxhzC4HDV8/s1600-h/Build+a+Bear+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239059204552099714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SLTglryRh4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aHxhzC4HDV8/s320/Build+a+Bear+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Patti's new elephant, her name is Empadure......I love the outfit, I'd totally wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SLThY-W6cJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xd_0vgYU5Ak/s1600-h/Build+a+Bear+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060085710942354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SLThY-W6cJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xd_0vgYU5Ak/s320/Build+a+Bear+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bear, her name is Pinkie, I know, not very imaginative but you have to name it right there and there wasn't a lot of time.  She has pink undertones under her white fur and I happen to love pink so there you go.  And yes, she is wearing heals, and cute tiny pink panties, I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SLThZIwe30I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CfJ70W7PbCs/s1600-h/Build+a+Bear+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060088502542146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SLThZIwe30I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CfJ70W7PbCs/s320/Build+a+Bear+004.jpg" 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/4167088282694275419-1166063461851386873?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1166063461851386873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=1166063461851386873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1166063461851386873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1166063461851386873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/08/build-bear.html' title='Build-a-Bear'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SLTglryRh4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aHxhzC4HDV8/s72-c/Build+a+Bear+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3613448200621542618</id><published>2008-08-15T19:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:01:31.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Gravy</title><content type='html'>I was thinking last night that I needed to do something interesting or have something interesting happen to me so I could blog about it......see what I go through for you people......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SKY02nOsf_I/AAAAAAAAADg/v5ZrIbN1YZk/s1600-h/DSCI0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234929729712979954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SKY02nOsf_I/AAAAAAAAADg/v5ZrIbN1YZk/s320/DSCI0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was sitting at the darn new stop-lights that they put on the entrances to the freeway waiting patiently for it to turn green when I guess the girl behind me didn't realize I wasn't moving so she just kept going, ouch. My shoulder hurts and I think I jammed my carpel tunnel wrist into the steering wheel because that hurts more than before. The above picture shows the pretty dent she put in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SKY02d82xmI/AAAAAAAAADY/SeqsQeves6U/s1600-h/DSCI0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234929727222236770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SKY02d82xmI/AAAAAAAAADY/SeqsQeves6U/s320/DSCI0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one shows that my trunk wont close all the way any more. We didn't call the police because this has never happend to me before and I didn't really think about it and we were on the entrance to the freeway and people were staring. I got her info and once I got home I reported the accident to my insurance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cards and flowers can be accepted at my place of residence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a happier note here is a picture of my bed with the wonderful present Mom and Dad got me, isn't it pretty!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SKY5YaMhRzI/AAAAAAAAADo/4fR0dzHg7D8/s1600-h/DSCI0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234934708376258354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SKY5YaMhRzI/AAAAAAAAADo/4fR0dzHg7D8/s320/DSCI0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3613448200621542618?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3613448200621542618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3613448200621542618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3613448200621542618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3613448200621542618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-gravy.html' title='Good Gravy'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SKY02nOsf_I/AAAAAAAAADg/v5ZrIbN1YZk/s72-c/DSCI0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4546927929002431960</id><published>2008-08-09T15:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:01:33.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I wear it (maybe) they will come</title><content type='html'>When my parents were visiting last week I went up to meet them at my Aunt's house in Murray and she and my Mom were going through a box full of their Mother's old things, this veil was in there and they weren't sure who's it was but I thought it would be funny take a couple pictures in it so here you go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJ4Sh5nnILI/AAAAAAAAADA/4TAQyOjpaPM/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232640190663041202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJ4Sh5nnILI/AAAAAAAAADA/4TAQyOjpaPM/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJ4SiLDHDSI/AAAAAAAAADI/K9qkupiD_DI/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232640195341782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJ4SiLDHDSI/AAAAAAAAADI/K9qkupiD_DI/s320/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one where my Mom is living vicariously (sp) through Kelsey's adorable babies....I'm working on it Mom, I promise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJ4TSI6dcLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Si6BndSi_X4/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232641019402350770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJ4TSI6dcLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Si6BndSi_X4/s320/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we not take any pictures of Dad while he was here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4546927929002431960?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4546927929002431960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4546927929002431960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4546927929002431960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4546927929002431960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-wear-it-maybe-they-will-come.html' title='If I wear it (maybe) they will come'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJ4Sh5nnILI/AAAAAAAAADA/4TAQyOjpaPM/s72-c/DSC01513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-5743873002937183581</id><published>2008-08-04T23:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:39:50.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>It was/is my birthday today and it was great. My boss let me go home early from work and we (Amy and my parents and I) had a fun BBQ with Kelsey, Ben, and kids, Lizzie, Catherine, Carrie, &amp;amp; Gabe. It looked like Amy and Kelsey and I'm not sure who else (except I know Catherine made a gorgeous cake) went to a lot of trouble. Everything tasted great and I got lots of great presents. I'm excited to read all the books I got and all the DVD's. I got a really pretty mesh drape/cover thing for my bed, I'll post pictures when I take some. Here's some of the B-Day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJfkPv087pI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fb_x1rKq394/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230900451401854610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJfkPv087pI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fb_x1rKq394/s320/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang, look at all those candles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJfkQAEeblI/AAAAAAAAACw/AXr9z6fF6tQ/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230900455761931858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJfkQAEeblI/AAAAAAAAACw/AXr9z6fF6tQ/s320/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie loves my presents too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJfkQFB2XSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nAA_sCi-Zts/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230900457093094690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJfkQFB2XSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nAA_sCi-Zts/s320/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alert the firemen, there's a bonfire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-5743873002937183581?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5743873002937183581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=5743873002937183581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5743873002937183581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/5743873002937183581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SJfkPv087pI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fb_x1rKq394/s72-c/DSC01608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6566660849020453421</id><published>2008-08-02T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:26:56.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Units</title><content type='html'>WooHoo, my parents are in town!!  They are on a road trip from Washington and will end up in Oregon but have gone to Idaho and Utah in between to visit family and I'm lucky enough to get a stop on the trip.  They got here Friday evening after staying with Mom's sister in Murray, UT.  I love having them here and we've been shopping running around all day today.  We started off at the farmers market and got some Tomatoes and I found a good present for Patti's Birthday there next month.  We also tried some Lavender Lemonade, not my favorite but Mom and Dad seemed to like it.  Then we ran around to Emergency Essentials and Deseret Book and the Distribution center, all those fun places they don't have in WA.&lt;br /&gt;Amy thought about coming with us but was having trouble getting away from Breaking Dawn (it's a book, if you don't know about it you've probably been living on the moon for the last few months!). &lt;br /&gt;I'll update with pictures tomorrow, I didn't put on make-up today and I don't want you all to have to endure that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6566660849020453421?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6566660849020453421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6566660849020453421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6566660849020453421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6566660849020453421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/08/parental-units.html' title='Parental Units'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4757161597505497894</id><published>2008-07-20T00:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:39:50.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Ok, I got the pictures of the blood on the sidewalk and also some from our trip to the lake/river earlier today. It was fun, crazy hot but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZn4VjtaI/AAAAAAAAACY/W_0BmoixdmM/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224977796864128418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZn4VjtaI/AAAAAAAAACY/W_0BmoixdmM/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see from the picture Charlie wasn't much of a fan of the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZoK6PtOI/AAAAAAAAACg/2uCAVW71Piw/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224977801849844962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZoK6PtOI/AAAAAAAAACg/2uCAVW71Piw/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks kinda pink now but it was red before!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZABdyQvI/AAAAAAAAACI/YVDRaYUMMW8/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224977112119788274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZABdyQvI/AAAAAAAAACI/YVDRaYUMMW8/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZAjTGh2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xK5TfeAUv0g/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224977121201784674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZAjTGh2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xK5TfeAUv0g/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my scared face!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4757161597505497894?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4757161597505497894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4757161597505497894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4757161597505497894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4757161597505497894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SILZn4VjtaI/AAAAAAAAACY/W_0BmoixdmM/s72-c/DSC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3578553604735243203</id><published>2008-07-19T08:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:28:34.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Da Dum.....</title><content type='html'>That's supposed to sound dramatic, not sure if it works or not.  I write to you today from Fruita, Colorado!  Kelsey was nice enough to invite me along to visit her family there/here.  It's been fun so far and it sounds like we're gonna go boating today, I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT!!??  I was very nearly murdered the other night!  Ok, not really but almost.  Kelsey, Lizzie and I walked out the front door about 10:30 at night to go get treats for our road trip and when we walked out I noticed a Sherrif's van in the driveway!  The first thing he said was to ask if we had a hose because he wanted to wash the blood of our driveway! WHAT?!  Apparently two drunk guys thought our front yard was a great place to have a fight!  The worst part is we didn't hear a thing!  Amy was at home in our half of the house and said she thought it was Ben (Kelsey's husband) and Devon (Kelsey's brother) being wierd.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry we took pictures of the blood-stain, they are however on Kelsey's camara and I don't know if she's awake yet.  It's about 8:30 Saturday morning and I wish I wasn't awake yet but I am so there you go.  I'll post pictures as soon as I get them off her camara.&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Don't worry Mom, I'm sure I'm safe where I live, I lock the dead-bolt even when I'm home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3578553604735243203?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3578553604735243203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3578553604735243203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3578553604735243203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3578553604735243203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/07/da-da-dum.html' title='Da Da Dum.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8075124236778412775</id><published>2008-07-16T15:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:24:44.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck-O but neccesary</title><content type='html'>You should all be so proud, I made an appointment with the Dr today because I'm pretty sure I have carpel tunnel or something like that and people keep telling me I need to get my wrist looked at and I also made a Dentist appointment (I'm pretty sure I have a cavity dag nab it!)  If you know how much I hate the Dentist you would know what an amazing deal that is.&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get back to work now as I'm at work and that's what I should be doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8075124236778412775?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8075124236778412775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8075124236778412775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8075124236778412775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8075124236778412775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/07/yuck-o-but-neccesary.html' title='Yuck-O but neccesary'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6172377484618728622</id><published>2008-07-14T00:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:39:51.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHr3hPCRRSI/AAAAAAAAABo/ryPTX4KvUuI/s1600-h/Flat+Tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222758868233307426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHr3hPCRRSI/AAAAAAAAABo/ryPTX4KvUuI/s320/Flat+Tire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was at Ben and Kelsey's again yesterday (I hope they aren't tired of me yet) and Ben came back inside from walking his sister and her family out and dropped the bomb that my tire was flat! I totally blame a certain friend for this because she just had a flat tire and my car is so sympathetic that it didn't want the other car to feel bad so it purposly drove over a nail. Ok so maybe I drove over the nail but the real culprit is whoever was trying to hang a picture in the middle of the road.....what were they thinking!? Anyway Ben is so nice that he changed my tire for me and Kelsey and Amy are so nice both of them offered to take it in for me tomorrow to get it fixed and Kelsey is even letting me use her van. I would use Amy's car but it's been approximately 13 years since I've driven a stick and I'm sure her car wouldn't be the same after the trip.&lt;/div&gt;  The wrap up is that I love my friends and I'm glad they are in my life, not just for stuff they do for me but because they are wonderful people and make my life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222762172517414834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHr6hkc_d7I/AAAAAAAAACA/5256XmC3s3E/s320/Girls+on+the+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4167088282694275419-6172377484618728622?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6172377484618728622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6172377484618728622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6172377484618728622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6172377484618728622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-are-great.html' title='Friends are great!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHr3hPCRRSI/AAAAAAAAABo/ryPTX4KvUuI/s72-c/Flat+Tire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4124454355424602746</id><published>2008-07-12T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:39:52.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPS1jq43I/AAAAAAAAABA/IcGTGGVj_A8/s1600-h/My+room+001.jpg"&gt;Ok, we're gonna see if I can figure out how to post more pictures on here. I took pictures of my room with all my wonderful furniture from home plus a recent acquisition from DI. Here you go......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222010952969020274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPS1jq43I/AAAAAAAAABA/IcGTGGVj_A8/s320/My+room+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPTKz_qhI/AAAAAAAAABI/undhgz4WA5o/s1600-h/My+room+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222010958674635282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPTKz_qhI/AAAAAAAAABI/undhgz4WA5o/s320/My+room+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPTePSiBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/elCqZch7kLM/s1600-h/My+room+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222010963889391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPTePSiBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/elCqZch7kLM/s320/My+room+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPTqs6liI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0O2QPDkpMY/s1600-h/My+room+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222010967234876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPTqs6liI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0O2QPDkpMY/s320/My+room+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPUHvygKI/AAAAAAAAABg/UkAjZQ1SUdg/s1600-h/My+room+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222010975031558306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPUHvygKI/AAAAAAAAABg/UkAjZQ1SUdg/s320/My+room+005.jpg" 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/4167088282694275419-4124454355424602746?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4124454355424602746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4124454355424602746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4124454355424602746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4124454355424602746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bedroom.html' title='My Bedroom'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SHhPS1jq43I/AAAAAAAAABA/IcGTGGVj_A8/s72-c/My+room+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-8867686402013003263</id><published>2008-07-09T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:57:10.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice, Nice People</title><content type='html'>I have my furniture!! (did I spell that right?)  My family was nice enough to dig my stuff out of the garage and Amy's family was nice enough to drive it up here between soccer tournaments.. I'll take some pictures and post them so you can see how cool it looks.  It's so nice to have all my stuff from home again, it makes me glad that this place wasn't furnished.  My place is much homier now that I have my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you thank you thank you to all involved!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-8867686402013003263?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8867686402013003263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=8867686402013003263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8867686402013003263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/8867686402013003263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/07/nice-nice-people.html' title='Nice, Nice People'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-9059002397525124677</id><published>2008-07-03T23:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:53:15.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th...almost</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited that Kelsey and fam are back!!  I realized when she and Amy were both gone that I really need to make more friends in case they are both gone at the same time again! &lt;br /&gt;Kelsey and Lizzie and I went to the Freedom Festival  today, it was a little warmer than I'd like but it was fun to be out with friends looking at all the cute yet mostly overpriced stuff at all the booths.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now babysitting while Kelsey and Ben are at a movie, I'm such an awsome babysitter that I had both of the twins laughing at the same time!!  That's all I've got for now, I'm now going to attempt the terribly difficult task of moving the sleeping babies up to their room......wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-9059002397525124677?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9059002397525124677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=9059002397525124677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/9059002397525124677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/9059002397525124677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4thalmost.html' title='Happy 4th...almost'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3360645838304231286</id><published>2008-06-28T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:06:35.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday is a special day.....</title><content type='html'>I went to the farmers market again today, it's not quite as much fun by myself but it was neat to walk over there and look around. There was still lots of non-traditional farmers market stuff but this time there was lots of fruits and veggies and jams and things like that. One of the booths had herbs and things and they had some mint that they had just picked or cut or something because it smelled so yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite bakery was there again so I got my yummy pumpkin bar for breakfast, I justified it because I walked to the market, ok it's not very far but still I walked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3360645838304231286?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3360645838304231286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3360645838304231286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3360645838304231286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3360645838304231286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-is-special-day.html' title='Saturday is a special day.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6907772976791372883</id><published>2008-06-24T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:02:23.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is bananas b-a-n-a-n-a-s</title><content type='html'>I just had to post this to see if I'm the only one.  I've eaten a banana for breakfast 2 days in a row now and they make my mouth and throat itch I've noticed....is that wierd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6907772976791372883?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6907772976791372883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6907772976791372883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6907772976791372883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6907772976791372883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-bananas-b-n-n-s.html' title='Today is bananas b-a-n-a-n-a-s'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-3293701184195089281</id><published>2008-06-22T22:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:04:31.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it worked</title><content type='html'>Well, I used the stain for the other project on the bookshelf and it looks really cool.  At least to me, maybe just because I don't want to take it apart but I think it works.&lt;br /&gt;You know that good day when you're sitting there waiting for church to start and the cutest guy in the ward comes over and sits with you and tells you you are gorgeous, yup, me neither.  That was totally not today by the way unless you replace cutest with wierdest.  Nice but holy cow he's odd.  He did tell me I looked pretty but the major problem I have with him is that we were both at a friends house for a pot-luck sort of thing and I was in the restroom (always lock the door, read futher for why) fixing my shirt under my skirt, girls will understand this, you know how you have to pull your skirt up around your top so you can flatten the shirt underneath.  Well I was doing that and mister wierdest opens the door!!!  It's a bathroom for goodness sake! KNOCK!!!  Anyway I debated staying in the bathroom the whole night but decided to suck it up and come out.  I was gonna just pretend nothing happened but as I go into the kitchen to see if I could help he's standing there and don't worry he says "don't worry, I didn't see anything".   Oh my gosh! Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this went differently than it started out but then again it is 11pm which isn't that late really but I've noticed that I wake up earlier now that my bedroom is upstairs in my new place.  My room at the old place was in the basement where the sun was never an issue.  It's nice to wake up to bright sunlight, just not before 9 on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-3293701184195089281?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3293701184195089281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=3293701184195089281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3293701184195089281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/3293701184195089281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-worked.html' title='it worked'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1307748868607572928</id><published>2008-06-21T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:39:52.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she is</title><content type='html'>Kinda creepy I know but I wanted to show the brise on my foot that I told you I was so proud of.....can you tell I'm a little bored?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SF3Ssbd68II/AAAAAAAAAA4/dpzZ8qs6BtE/s1600-h/Bruise+on+my+foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214555604294234242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SF3Ssbd68II/AAAAAAAAAA4/dpzZ8qs6BtE/s320/Bruise+on+my+foot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-1307748868607572928?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1307748868607572928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=1307748868607572928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1307748868607572928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1307748868607572928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-she-is.html' title='Here she is'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SF3Ssbd68II/AAAAAAAAAA4/dpzZ8qs6BtE/s72-c/Bruise+on+my+foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1562207751524413509</id><published>2008-06-21T16:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:38:08.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Ok so according to Amy my fans have been left hanging, sorry about that.  My toe is not broken, there is really cool bruise on the toe and on the bottom of my foot though, I'm pretty proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad when 2 of your friends go out of town and you're bored out of your mind!! I'm not telling you which two friends because I know the kind of crazies who read this and I don't want to be responsible for any roberies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built a bookcase last night, not from scratch or anything it was from a box but it looks cool.  The only problem is that the bottom piece is upside down so you can see the unfinished part but I didn't really notice this untill I'd set it up and loaded it with books and knick knacks so I'm debating on weather it's worth fixing.  I have some stain I bought for another project that I think I'll try that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks, I'll try to think of something interesting for the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-1562207751524413509?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1562207751524413509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=1562207751524413509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1562207751524413509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1562207751524413509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-6033693941071241872</id><published>2008-06-16T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:21:59.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved In</title><content type='html'>I was going to be all cool and take pictures of the move so I could post them but that just didn't happen.  We had lots of nice friends come over and help load and unload the U-Haul so it was all into and then out of the truck in just about 4 hours which is amazing when you see how much stuff Amy and I have.  I thought it would take way longer but Amy thought about that long.....I hate when she's right!  Anyway I just want to say thanks to all my wonderful friends who helped out loading and unloading and especially Kelsey for helping to get the kitchen in working order!  That's all for tonight, I'm exhausted and still sore from all the moving and I think I might have broken my toe on the sliding glass door.....I'll let you know tomorrow if i can move it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-6033693941071241872?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6033693941071241872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=6033693941071241872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6033693941071241872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/6033693941071241872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-in.html' title='Moved In'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-4365162442943180724</id><published>2008-06-09T23:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:23:02.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being nice</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm a jerk!  I was complaining about my roommate causing a flood and how we had to clean it up and all that and I get home last night and she bought me a thank you present of new towels for being so nice!  That was really sweet of her, no more complaining for me.......I'll try anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-4365162442943180724?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4365162442943180724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=4365162442943180724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4365162442943180724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/4365162442943180724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-nice.html' title='Being nice'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7746060242492359670</id><published>2008-06-06T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:29:52.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move!!</title><content type='html'>It's finally official!  I'm moving next saturday so if you don't have any plans........&lt;br /&gt;Also, it would be nice if before someone was rented an apartment if someone made sure that they knew what a plunger was and how it is used!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7746060242492359670?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7746060242492359670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7746060242492359670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7746060242492359670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7746060242492359670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/move.html' title='The Move!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-7607825294428501469</id><published>2008-06-02T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:20:29.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>What a Monday today.  I was in a good mood untill I got to work and everyone else was not in such good moods, oh well it made me keep to myself and get my stuff done.  It got better when i got home and started packing.  It looks like I wont move till next week because the landlord is putting in new carpet and painting which is wonderful!!  Amy and I have been trying to get the landlords at our current place to paint for the last 4 years!!  It makes me happy that we're moving soon and that we have time to get packed in an organized fashion.&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-7607825294428501469?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7607825294428501469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=7607825294428501469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7607825294428501469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/7607825294428501469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-21896962595349312</id><published>2008-06-01T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:48:29.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy June</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd post again just so I could say I did it two days in a row.  I had fun today at the blessing of Kelsey's babies and the luncheon after.  It's always fun to be with her and her extended family.&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I are going to live in the other half of the duplex that Kelsey and her family live in so when we were there today we went over there and checked out the space again and figure out where we want our furniture and things.....that's all the excitement for tonight. &lt;br /&gt;My goal is to be as interesting as Kelsey's Blog and as funny as Catherine's....not there yet but I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-21896962595349312?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/21896962595349312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=21896962595349312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/21896962595349312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/21896962595349312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-june.html' title='Happy June'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167088282694275419.post-1610909764724708770</id><published>2008-05-31T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:59:01.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who has a Blog now</title><content type='html'>So lots of my friends have blogs so I thought I'd start one.  No promises on how often it'll be updated or how interesting it'll be but I'll give it a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167088282694275419-1610909764724708770?l=kassiebooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1610909764724708770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167088282694275419&amp;postID=1610909764724708770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1610909764724708770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167088282694275419/posts/default/1610909764724708770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassiebooboo.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-who-has-blog-now.html' title='Guess who has a Blog now'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14730337302891247218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jft4t-TafkA/SEIAm1By9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZaJZAG8FYDY/S220/BEST+FRIENDS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
