<?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-2631727066529948216</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:47:54.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-1893453537540987268</id><published>2010-01-19T19:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:51:06.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun story...at least I think so</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I've been using active.com website to find most of my races this year. When i registered, they have a link to become their fan on facebook. Given my new found enjoyment of facebook, I figured why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On Mondays they have "Motivational Monday" and ask fans to leave a comment saying what they did active the last week. Just for fun I posted the snowshoe 5k and a pic last night. Well this evening when I logged on to find a pic for Elise I saw that they had commented on my photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It was just a quick "sounds fun. Way to go!" I thought that was pretty cool, because when I posted last night, around 200 peeps had also posted comments. Then I went to my "Newsfeed and saw that they had actually picked me for the "Fan Spotlight"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yep they sent a thing to all 47,537 fans w my pic saying I did the snowshoe 5k. Yeah, I'm totally famous. I've copied the post in just because I feel cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: webdings;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Activecom/8825613977?ref=nf" class="GenericStory_Name" onclick="'ft("&gt;Active.com&lt;/a&gt; Fan Spotlight: Kjirsten McKinney ran a snowshoe 5k with some friends this past weekend. Congrats to her and her friends for hanging up their sneaks and charging through the snow with snowshoes instead! Sounds like a great workout and very fun race. 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A lot of them said things about how good of shape I'd have to be to run a 5k in snowshoes. (I'm pretty sure I'm going to let them think I'm in that good of shape. It'll be our little secret that we walked most of it.) Main point though is yeah, I'm famous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom GenericStory_Info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;" class="GenericStory_Icon img" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v43/232/26065877776/app_2_26065877776_7277.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GenericStory_Time"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Activecom/8825613977?v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=257030368977&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 19 Jan 2010 17:29:18 -0800"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&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/2631727066529948216-1893453537540987268?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/1893453537540987268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=1893453537540987268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/1893453537540987268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/1893453537540987268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-storyat-least-i-think-so.html' title='Fun story...at least I think so'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-2147170449697892477</id><published>2010-01-18T23:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:13:24.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help for Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VNe7W9FvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TxBU4zF86VE/s1600-h/Haiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VNe7W9FvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TxBU4zF86VE/s200/Haiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428330119590385394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a quick note for those few of you who maybe reading my blog, but not Leslie's. She and her sisters are putting together hygiene kits to help those in Haiti. They have been asking for any help or donations people may want to send their way. So far they have gotten most of what they need to do 100 kits and are on their way to being able to put together 200 kits. Check her blog for current list of what they still need. the link is on the side (the Moss's). Anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated, donating time, money or items on the list. Please do what you can. Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-2147170449697892477?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/2147170449697892477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=2147170449697892477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/2147170449697892477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/2147170449697892477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-for-haiti.html' title='Help for Haiti'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VNe7W9FvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TxBU4zF86VE/s72-c/Haiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-5384915672439480743</id><published>2010-01-17T19:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:11:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New races for the Year of Races</title><content type='html'>So, I had so much fun doing the snowshoe 5k, got really excited about my year of races. I got on to finish registering for my races to make sure i don't back out (the Moab Half Marathon and the Wasatch Back still SCARE me!!). In the process, I found a bunch of races i want to do, so the year of races has been tweaked. I am now going to be participating in at least a 5k each month. Some of the races I'm most excited for are...&lt;br /&gt;-the SLC Marathon 5k w Sue in April(Sue, I hope you weren't kidding)&lt;br /&gt;-the Survivors at the Summit in August (it's a hike to honor cancer survivors. I'm trying to put together a team of 6 so let me know if you're interested)&lt;br /&gt;-the Donate Life Utah 9k in October (it's to raise awareness for the benefits of Organ Donation).&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to join me in any of these let me know I won't bore you with the entire list here...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I promise all my entries will be about the races. I'm just getting excited right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-5384915672439480743?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/5384915672439480743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=5384915672439480743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5384915672439480743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5384915672439480743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-races-for-year-of-races.html' title='New races for the Year of Races'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-4936037258941335288</id><published>2010-01-17T18:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:00:25.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BASH 5k Snowshoe Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJlCL4RAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e2mE-kO4NVQ/s1600-h/snowshoe+5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJlCL4RAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e2mE-kO4NVQ/s200/snowshoe+5k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428325826455684098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my first race of the year went great. It was actually super chill. Jana and Vinny also participated and Roche came to watch, so we had a lot of fun. We met some pretty cool peeps while we were checking in before the race. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJr2Wk0hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Vlmdh3V4fXo/s1600-h/snowshoe+5k+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJr2Wk0hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Vlmdh3V4fXo/s200/snowshoe+5k+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428325943538405906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the first time the race had been held, so everyone there was a little unsure of what to expect. It was kind of funny because we had taken a ton of stuff( different shirts, gloves, snow pants, etc.) with us, because we weren't sure what we would end up wanting. Turns out, we weren't the only ones. There were a bunch of us in the parking lot trying to make final decisions on what to wear/take.&lt;br /&gt;Most people were just there to be apart of it, so there were plenty who walked the whole way. We jogged at the beginning and every now and then through out the race.  Some dude sprinted it in under 16 minutes(I can't run that fast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt; snowshoes).  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJxiuAqVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Yhl4OZgJvs0/s1600-h/snowshoe+5k+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJxiuAqVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Yhl4OZgJvs0/s200/snowshoe+5k+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428326041347205458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were probably around 50 people totally and about every level.&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten how much you have to push off your toes snowshoeing. It actually ended up bugging my ankle more than I expected, so I walked most of it. Jana jogged along side of Vinny and i and then ran the last mile. Vinny and I ran the last of it with the intent to bat these two old dudes who we had been going back and forth with. They would pass us, then we would pass them... through the whole thing. In the end they ran too and beat us, but it was still TONS of fun! I seriously am already excited to do it again next year.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJ3Y_PKRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tpsfVO--9yA/s1600-h/snowshoe+5k+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJ3Y_PKRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tpsfVO--9yA/s200/snowshoe+5k+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428326141814319378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race, Jana and I had seen this little cafe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; we wanted to try so we headed back there for dinner .  On the way we passed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; restaurant called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tarrahumara&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who a read Born to Run, or those who have heard me talk about it, you may understand why Jana and I got excited.  The book is about a tribe in the Coral Canyons of Chihuahua, Mexico. They are these crazy runners that are supposed to be faster than any Kenyans or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The book is really good and even if you have no interest in running I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it. My whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; has read it except for Nate(and for those of you who know Marlin may realize how impressive that is). Anyway, so we ate dinner there. The dud who owned it was working, so we talked to him, about the book. He had heard of it, but had never read it. It was really cool though, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; the book, even though they say it's true, you still finish it feeling like it is more fiction than non. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; had all these pics and info that matches the book though, so Jana and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; excited. We even had to have our pic taken by the sign because we are that dorky.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-4936037258941335288?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/4936037258941335288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=4936037258941335288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/4936037258941335288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/4936037258941335288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2010/01/bash-5k-snowshoe-run.html' title='BASH 5k Snowshoe Run'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dtESdfUYt58/S1VJlCL4RAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e2mE-kO4NVQ/s72-c/snowshoe+5k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-6118842529242886812</id><published>2010-01-11T23:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:04:46.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>So, I thought I hated Facebook. I had it on my iPod, but I could  do some things on it and I mostly just read the live feed of what others posted. SO,my experience was mostly reading post from people keeping me updated on their headache throughout the day or friend requests from peeps in highschool that I had never had a full conversation with or some of my employees that I would rather not have a conversation with...&lt;br /&gt;However, lately (with my laptop working again) I have actually chatted with some peeps (that I like) and checked in on other people, as well as poked the hell out of Leslie. I usually am a little wired after bootcamp, so I can't go directly to sleep so I have spent a little time on the old Facebook and am finding I am actually enjoying it quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;That's it...just wanted to give a little shout out to Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-6118842529242886812?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6118842529242886812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=6118842529242886812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6118842529242886812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6118842529242886812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2010/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-1583704755708834517</id><published>2010-01-10T22:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:43:50.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, The Year of Races</title><content type='html'>This week besides trying recipes from the cookbook, I'm getting geared up for a 5k snowshoe race this Saturday up at Soldier Hollow. It's the inaugural race of my year of races. Maybe I should give a quick background on my year of races...&lt;br /&gt;So, last fall I started jogging just to mix up my workout routine. Once I settled into it, I found that I actually enjoyed it.  I pretty much stopped going to the gym and just jog. Mica gave me a book called Born to Run that got me all interested in running so I started reading running magazines etc. Well, one of the articles I read challenged the reader to compete in every kind of race in one year.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the idea of the article, but I'm still very much a novice. I am a jogger not a runner. So I took the list and cut out the scariest of the races and made my own list.&lt;br /&gt;Thus begins 2010, the Year of the Races. I got online and found one of  each type of race in Utah. It begins with the Snowshoe 5k this weekend. This will be interesting considering I have been snowshoeing once this winter and have tendinitis. The beauty of this plan is I don't plan on competing in any of these races I'm just participating. So when I walk the entire snowshoe 5k I'm still gonna be proud.&lt;br /&gt;The next race is a 5k on St. Paddy's Day. Yes I purposefully looked for a St Paddy's Day Race because it is the coolest day of the year. I'm already planning on taking work off so why not run a race that morning. It's starts at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McCool's&lt;/span&gt; at the District if anyone is interested in joining.&lt;br /&gt;Race # 3 is a 10k on Memorial Day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;. As in every race I list if any of you are interested, I am more than happy for some company.&lt;br /&gt;The last two races do actually have me pretty dang nervous. In June I am participating in the Wasatch Back. It's a 24 hour road relay that goes from Logan to Park City. There's 12 runner's to each team and you run 3 legs each. I have claimed the shortest distance, but it is still over 12 miles but it's broken down into 3 legs over a 24 hour period. This one just freaks me out because I'll be part of a team, not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;joggin&lt;/span&gt; for myself. It should be pretty cool when it's over though.&lt;br /&gt;The final race of the year will be the half marathon in October. this one also has me nervous. It's 13.1 miles. I ran 7.5 the other day(on accident) and it about did me in. I was broken for a day or two. I guess that's why I'm starting training now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is my year of races. and if any of you are interested in joining please let me know. I would love to have company. I'll let you know how the showshoeing goes this weekend. I've never even seen one, so I just hope I am not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-1583704755708834517?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/1583704755708834517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=1583704755708834517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/1583704755708834517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/1583704755708834517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-year-of-races.html' title='2010, The Year of Races'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-4061348691123828832</id><published>2010-01-10T22:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:22:07.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baack!</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to wait till May 8th to post. I would have made it 2 full years without posting. Oh well, I'm back. I started my "Gang Cookbook Project" blog and it made me want to actually blog just about normal stuff, so I'm baack....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-4061348691123828832?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/4061348691123828832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=4061348691123828832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/4061348691123828832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/4061348691123828832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-baack.html' title='I&apos;m Baack!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-484026902505118025</id><published>2008-05-08T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:08:45.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>H e l l o . . . ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. So far Ashley(Gardner) is the only one to leave a suggestion for the summer of adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU ASH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I might just be able to pull that off this summer on my cruise! Yay!!) Come on peeps, I need your help. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt; goes! It can be what ever... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCPYiOxPx8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NfhZV2_BrIk/s1600-h/Webkin+5.7.08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198236477507487682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCPYiOxPx8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NfhZV2_BrIk/s200/Webkin+5.7.08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today for something new, I played "webkinz".  My friend at work's kid loves me. (Can ya blame him?...My celeb look a like is Rosanne after all) He's 5 years old and &lt;strong&gt;super cute&lt;/strong&gt;. He always tells me how pretty I am and brings me little cards and other things he makes me. Well, this week he brought me a webkin. Webkins are stuffed animals that have virtual realities online. Mine is a little white poodle named Snow White. You can dress them shop for them play games, all sorts of stuff that I haven't figured out yet. Anyway, he was so excited to give it to me so we could be friends online. (I'm really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to meet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chris Hansen&lt;/span&gt; from Dateline with this adventure) So, that is what I did today to experience something &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;. See, it doesn't have to be something extravagant, just something &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be expecting some suggestions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCPYiuxPx9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/nz0p-wMexwk/s1600-h/Webkin+5.7.08+002.jpg"&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/2631727066529948216-484026902505118025?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/484026902505118025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=484026902505118025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/484026902505118025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/484026902505118025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/05/h-e-l-l-o.html' title='H e l l o . . . ?'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCPYiOxPx8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NfhZV2_BrIk/s72-c/Webkin+5.7.08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-7324651252080616731</id><published>2008-05-08T00:11:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:48:10.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsta came home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCKhBuxPx6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/4L23m6CCJAQ/s1600-h/Gangsta+5.7.08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197893971045500834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCKhBuxPx6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/4L23m6CCJAQ/s200/Gangsta+5.7.08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, some of you know this, but for the rest of you...I am currently cat-sitting for the summer. My friend, Vinny, is doing summer sales in St Louis, so I am watching his cat, Gangsta... yes, Gansta is the cat's name...and yes, it is spelled with a second "a" instead of an "er"(he's got the tags to prove it) Gangsta technically moved in about two weekes ago. We brought all his stuff over and got him all set up. The first night went exploring, no big deal, just checking the lay of the land. He is apparently a thug afterall. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCKeuexPx1I/AAAAAAAAANg/97aVVnae6sM/s1600-h/Gangsta+5.7.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The probelm came when he didn't come back. First few days, no big deal, but after a week I got pretty nervous. Some cat-sitter I was... &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCKhMOxPx7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lEF2T7CHN6w/s1600-h/Gangsta+5.7.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197894151434127282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCKhMOxPx7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lEF2T7CHN6w/s200/Gangsta+5.7.08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, last night I was in the kitchen and heard the little jingling of Kitty cat tags. I went outside and there he was. The prodigal son had returned. Almost two weeks later. YAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So for those of you who were worried, you can all relax. The kitty came home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Boo-fasa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-7324651252080616731?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7324651252080616731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=7324651252080616731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/7324651252080616731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/7324651252080616731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/05/gangsta-came-home.html' title='Gangsta came home!!!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SCKhBuxPx6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/4L23m6CCJAQ/s72-c/Gangsta+5.7.08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-6253890210134989103</id><published>2008-05-04T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:47:17.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking for suggestions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, my roommate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meggan&lt;/span&gt; and I had named this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Summer of Adventure '08&lt;/span&gt;. We are all about trying &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; things, seeing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; places, having &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; experiences and meeting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; people. We're currently making lists and trying to formulate our plans...which any of you are welcome to join BTW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are looking for any suggestions for what we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; do/try this summer. Anything goes here...it can be absolutely outlandish and absurd, or even something just minor but fun. Think of it as a "bucket list" of sorts. So far, we have a list of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; adventures but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt; to list any of them here. We've found ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in a&lt;/span&gt; little bit of a rut, as far as ideas and I don't want to influence any of your ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So.. what I am asking you to do is to post a comment, text me, call me, email me, etc with your ideas or lists of ideas. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would love you forever&lt;/span&gt;, and will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;award&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the best idea with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prize&lt;/span&gt;. Also, if you are going on/having any adventures and need a friend, I'm in!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196750375445875842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB6Q7tLUTII/AAAAAAAAANI/nAvWuD3z5Vc/s200/things+to+do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-6253890210134989103?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6253890210134989103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=6253890210134989103' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6253890210134989103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6253890210134989103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-looking-for-suggestions.html' title='I&apos;m looking for suggestions...'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB6Q7tLUTII/AAAAAAAAANI/nAvWuD3z5Vc/s72-c/things+to+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-4156375840350731703</id><published>2008-05-04T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:34:52.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've been meaning to blog about my Vegas trip for awhile now, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;At the end of March my friend Vinny and I decided to go to Vegas to see the Cubs v Mariners &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhibition&lt;/span&gt; game. We decided Tuesday or Wednesday and left Friday morning. We drove down in time for the game on Friday. It was lots of fun! The crowd was pretty into it (at least where we were sitting) so that made it entertaining. In the end, my Mariners won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1cA9LUS5I/AAAAAAAAALA/Wcp6qmSsAng/s1600-h/Vegas+3.28-30.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196410716547206034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1cA9LUS5I/AAAAAAAAALA/Wcp6qmSsAng/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1a-dLUS1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/tzbocdotrTM/s1600-h/Vegas+3.28-30.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1bpdLUS4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/SwnBEx2fSwo/s1600-h/vegas8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196410312820280194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1bpdLUS4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/SwnBEx2fSwo/s200/vegas8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196410046532307826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1bZ9LUS3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cxxm5HgkXSs/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;After the game, it was still fairly early, so we went to play on the strip. We wandered around, the usual. We spent most of our time at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Belagio&lt;/span&gt; (or at least took most of the pics there). The garden was really cool this time. It was very &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spring-y&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;They had made so many cool things out of the flowers. I think it might be my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1ew9LUS6I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZMNJXvX4h9I/s1600-h/Vegas+3.28-30.08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196413740204182434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1ew9LUS6I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZMNJXvX4h9I/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1fNNLUS8I/AAAAAAAAALY/Vccjh5JRfsQ/s1600-h/vegas14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196414225535486914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1fNNLUS8I/AAAAAAAAALY/Vccjh5JRfsQ/s200/vegas14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196414036556925874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1fCNLUS7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/GTtkuinfgaM/s200/vegas16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I really loved the watering cans and the snail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1g4NLUS9I/AAAAAAAAALg/xThIBRyRkY8/s1600-h/Vegas+3.28-30.08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196416063781489618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1g4NLUS9I/AAAAAAAAALg/xThIBRyRkY8/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1hJ9LUS-I/AAAAAAAAALo/hhPmJlriZAw/s1600-h/Vegas+3.28-30.08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196416368724167650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1hJ9LUS-I/AAAAAAAAALo/hhPmJlriZAw/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196416682256780274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1hcNLUS_I/AAAAAAAAALw/l4goqzMWAzA/s200/vegas18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The fountain show was a classic as usual. And for those of you who are wondering... they didn't play the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196417850487884802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1igNLUTAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YuxxgEoZ1ms/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Saturday, we went to Hoover Dam. I had never been there, but I had heard great things from Les. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; 85 degree day. The Dam was impressive, I must say. That thing is HUGE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1jvdLUTBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1YPl1_9KU9E/s1600-h/Vegas+3.28-30.08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196419211992517650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1jvdLUTBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1YPl1_9KU9E/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1j9NLUTCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oF2iWmqkQWE/s1600-h/Vegas+3.28-30.08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196419448215718946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1j9NLUTCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oF2iWmqkQWE/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196419675848985650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1kKdLUTDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GJEr4sX7EGI/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The craziest part though, was the road they are building. It just sticks right out there...not quite how ya build something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196419955021859906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1katLUTEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_-TlNByyOzo/s200/Vegas+3.28-30.08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After the Dam we went back to the strip and chilled for a bit. The next day, as we were driving back from a beautiful weekend of 85 degree weather, it began to snow. By the time we hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nephi&lt;/span&gt;, it was yucky weather the whole way home. We almost turned around and headed back to Vegas. All in all it was a great trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-4156375840350731703?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/4156375840350731703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=4156375840350731703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/4156375840350731703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/4156375840350731703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/05/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!!!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1cA9LUS5I/AAAAAAAAALA/Wcp6qmSsAng/s72-c/Vegas+3.28-30.08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-7533718015425116573</id><published>2008-05-03T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:24:04.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Must Be a Joke!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1UgdLUSwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ewlNa4Pasgc/s1600-h/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196402461620062978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1UgdLUSwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ewlNa4Pasgc/s200/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; So, Thursday when I left for work, this is what I saw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401503842355922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1TotLUStI/AAAAAAAAAJg/odMfzkxH9EA/s200/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401508137323234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1To9LUSuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PbIHRRkOqrQ/s200/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401512432290546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1TpNLUSvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZxXmQXZL68k/s200/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Do you see our tulips?!? They're&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sad. I had to scrape my car off...I want to remind you this is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 1st&lt;/span&gt;, 30 days from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt; and it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;snowed&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Don't worry though. I think it was God's little prank...when I got home a little after 5pm that same day it looked like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196403303433653042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1VRdLUSzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tzwNmhqcc9A/s200/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196403299138685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1VRNLUSyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9xK0gg3ZKJ8/s200/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196403294843718418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1VQ9LUSxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LfEbYRoGNXk/s200/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Yeah!!! Maybe Summer is coming after all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-7533718015425116573?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7533718015425116573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=7533718015425116573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/7533718015425116573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/7533718015425116573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-must-be-joke.html' title='This Must Be a Joke!!!!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/SB1UgdLUSwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ewlNa4Pasgc/s72-c/May+1st+joke+5.1.08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-8924836194162664651</id><published>2008-04-13T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:26:52.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-a-likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/16/77/92/167792_747410b8782084roduz826.JPG" width="500" height="579" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, there is no Rosanne....Thank the Maker!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-8924836194162664651?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/8924836194162664651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=8924836194162664651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/8924836194162664651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/8924836194162664651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-celebrity-look-likes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-a-likes'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-3916450756137747135</id><published>2008-04-09T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:38:29.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daxton ? Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;SO, last night around 9:30p Kyler got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new baby brother&lt;/span&gt;. Jana and Brett are named him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Daxton&lt;/span&gt; (middle name to come later) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Young&lt;/span&gt;. He is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;lbs &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;oz, and 21 inches. Jana had him all natural...which I can't decide makes her a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;superstar&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R_zTFHXsqgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q9SGspLGIgk/s1600-h/Daxton+Young+4.8.08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187252955655219714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R_zTFHXsqgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q9SGspLGIgk/s200/Daxton+Young+4.8.08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's super cute and his big brother Kyler is pretty excited about him(most of the time). The Folks, Kyler and I got to see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daxton&lt;/span&gt; around 10:30. Not too long after that, the nurse came to check Jana...so Kyler and I went to the hall. We took pics of Kyler jumping. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R_zSx3XsqeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EONT4XVHRY8/s1600-h/Daxton+Young+4.8.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187252624942737890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R_zSx3XsqeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EONT4XVHRY8/s200/Daxton+Young+4.8.08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It only took about 15 tries to get one while he was in the air. He was pretty pumped though. Kyler made sure to give his new baby bro a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; before we left. What a sweetie. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R_zSanXsqcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/97xKPDAFWO4/s1600-h/Daxton+Young+4.8.08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187252225510779330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R_zSanXsqcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/97xKPDAFWO4/s200/Daxton+Young+4.8.08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, just wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; welcome little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daxton ?? Young&lt;/span&gt; to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-3916450756137747135?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/3916450756137747135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=3916450756137747135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/3916450756137747135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/3916450756137747135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/04/daxton-young.html' title='Daxton ? Young'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R_zTFHXsqgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q9SGspLGIgk/s72-c/Daxton+Young+4.8.08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-6280565496733333004</id><published>2008-03-19T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:46:29.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS A GOOD MAIL DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-H5aHXsqaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Sw051i79vqk/s1600-h/My+Guitar+3.19.08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179695273503140258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-H5aHXsqaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Sw051i79vqk/s200/My+Guitar+3.19.08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I pulled into the driveway today, there was a big box sitting on our porch. I was so excited! I knew exactly what it was. My parents got me a guitar for my birthday, and I was pretty sure that was it. I am an official guitar owner now. I had started trying to learn how to play with my roommate's guitar and book. Just as I had suspected, I am somewhat of a prodigy. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-H5mXXsqbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mlK6Lr1eNN0/s1600-h/My+Guitar+3.19.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179695483956537778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-H5mXXsqbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mlK6Lr1eNN0/s200/My+Guitar+3.19.08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After only 2 hours I had taught myself to play "when the saints go marching in." I have to pause inbetween notes to change finger placement, but still, that's pretty impressive right? I'm telling you, now that I have the guitar, I will be playing "classical gas" by the end of the week. My roommate, got a "yellow box" from her missionary today as well. When she found out, she declared it to be a "good mail day." We had to laugh at her a little for her missionary phrase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-6280565496733333004?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6280565496733333004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=6280565496733333004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6280565496733333004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6280565496733333004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-was-good-mail-day.html' title='IT WAS A GOOD MAIL DAY!!!!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-H5aHXsqaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Sw051i79vqk/s72-c/My+Guitar+3.19.08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-5001916658666877146</id><published>2008-03-19T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:45:33.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date with Kyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-Hc-3XsqZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p-WkFv0dG1M/s1600-h/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179664019026127250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-Hc-3XsqZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p-WkFv0dG1M/s200/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My nephew &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; and I have a standing play date on Tuesday nights. His parents have a &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HcfXXsqXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jiMK9dQ7ia8/s1600-h/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179663477860247922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HcfXXsqXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jiMK9dQ7ia8/s200/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hypno-birthing class(don't ask...)so he comes and plays with me. This week, we celebrated the slowly warming weather with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-Hc0nXsqYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6U2Vt5-LEWk/s1600-h/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179663842932468098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-Hc0nXsqYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6U2Vt5-LEWk/s200/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those of you have lived with me may remember that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;may be one of my &lt;strong&gt;very most &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things!!! We drew all sorts of pics. Kyler &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the paint, especially the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;..his favorite color. He helped me draw his name, then we put "grass" on it. We have tons of fun and got just a little bit dirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I kind of love that kid!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179663267406850402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HcTHXsqWI/AAAAAAAAAII/xYXeax_QX74/s200/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/2631727066529948216-5001916658666877146?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/5001916658666877146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=5001916658666877146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5001916658666877146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5001916658666877146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/play-date-with-kyler.html' title='Play Date with Kyler'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-Hc-3XsqZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p-WkFv0dG1M/s72-c/Kj+and+Kyler+play+date+3.18.08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-5194438670157325121</id><published>2008-03-18T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:56:02.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St Paddy's day at MacCool's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Paddy's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HGtHXsqOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dvd_WXXfitM/s1600-h/St.+Paddy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179639524827637986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HGtHXsqOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dvd_WXXfitM/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;may have been my best yet!! It was a pretty fun day. It started off great. I worked from home for the first part of the day. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HBc3XsqEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q09wrWdvqc8/s1600-h/St.+Paddy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179633748096624706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HBc3XsqEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q09wrWdvqc8/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I did get to work, (around 1pm) the girls in the office had decorated my office. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;!! They had banners, flags, flowers and even a paperweight. They knew how much I enjoy the holiday, so they even got me a vase of green carnations. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're pretty great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179647556416481538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HOAnXsqQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P4XETJQhH7o/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After work it was on to dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacCool's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Annual St. Paddy's Day Celebration at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MacCool's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (For those of you who aren't in the know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MacCool's&lt;/span&gt; is an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HCynXsqGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nEF01HLFgZk/s1600-h/St.+Paddy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179635221270407266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HCynXsqGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nEF01HLFgZk/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;public house, or pub, in foothill village.) The wait was crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;, but I figured it would be so I went up way early. We still had to split our group into 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; tables. I felt bad about that, but I think every one still had lots of fun. There was even a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;leprechaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; siting. This man showed up in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FULL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leprechaun&lt;/span&gt; attire&lt;/span&gt;...down to the glued on red beard. At first we assumed he worked there, because he even had a sign for the hostess desk. However, who we presume to be his son showed up and they went in to have some dinner. Les, Stella, and I got our pictures taken with him. I mean, how can you turn down getting your picture taken with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leprechaun&lt;/span&gt;?!? &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HERXXsqJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/59QE9F_tU2g/s1600-h/St.+Paddy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, dinner was good, the atmosphere was great and the company was fabulous!! It ended up being lots of fun! &lt;strong&gt;You should all come next year&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HE8nXsqMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/baYslEOuir8/s1600-h/St.+Paddy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179649089719806226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HPZ3XsqRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tf_4lZAQ5G4/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is one of the tables. From Left to right...Erin, Erin's Roommate, Kim, me, Allan, Stacy, and Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179649373187647778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HPqXXsqSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WQZndWLrf3U/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Les, Stella, and Joe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179649918648494402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HQKHXsqUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C9JvgV7fMUQ/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nick, Ashley, and Clay&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179649660950456626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HP7HXsqTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q0kaIzml_dM/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Melanie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Meggan&lt;/span&gt;, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179650184936466770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HQZnXsqVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5B57u2WjSxc/s200/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is my favorite picture from the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even Stella knew there was something off with this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2631727066529948216-5194438670157325121?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/5194438670157325121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=5194438670157325121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5194438670157325121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5194438670157325121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-paddys-day-at-maccools.html' title='St Paddy&apos;s day at MacCool&apos;s'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R-HGtHXsqOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dvd_WXXfitM/s72-c/St.+Paddy%27s+Day+3.17.08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-8019260932803847882</id><published>2008-03-16T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:47:23.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R94F4CFS7aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_lZ7OUJpkK4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178583081712545186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R94F4CFS7aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_lZ7OUJpkK4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;So...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; the time anyone reads this, it will officially be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;St. Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I felt it would almost be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrilege&lt;/span&gt; not to pay tribute to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heritage. (How can I not be proud of my peeps when they are known for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drinking too much&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; potatoes&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;having &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; hair&lt;/span&gt;?) Besides decking out my blog with &lt;strong&gt;green &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; music, I will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; by having dinner with a "few" friends at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mac Cools&lt;/span&gt;. It's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; public house in foothill village. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pretty excited&lt;/span&gt;! There will be lots of people there, so I'll make sure to take pics and blog about it after. Until then I hope you all really &lt;strong&gt;celebrate&lt;/strong&gt; the snake chasing saint, Patrick. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Erin Go Braugh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-8019260932803847882?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/8019260932803847882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=8019260932803847882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/8019260932803847882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/8019260932803847882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-saint-patricks-day.html' title='HAPPY SAINT PATRICK&apos;S DAY!!!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R94F4CFS7aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_lZ7OUJpkK4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-5808405058195521942</id><published>2008-03-13T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:48:15.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't you be my Jillian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9jNfSFS7XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xxx0lr0JBms/s1600-h/jillian.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177113708976074098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9jNfSFS7XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xxx0lr0JBms/s320/jillian.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;So, as we all know I am the queen of good intentions. This especially aplies to my workouts routine. I always have these big dreams of getting up and going to the gym every morning before work. However, I really like to sleep, but I also like to stay up late. This means, most mornings when alarm goes off, I get up just long enough to turn it off and go back to sleep. LBH I can hardley get up early enough to get to work on time. Then, I usually work late or have some kind of plans after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;I've decided I need my own Jillian Michaels to yank me out of bed and force me to kick my own ass. I need my own bully. However, I here she's kind of busy with this Biggest Loser show or something. Well, I have an idea. I again have this plan to go to the gym in the am. There is a Power Pump class at 4:50am. My alarm is set and everything. I just need a favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9jNHCFS7WI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SCn6Wp4XBrw/s1600-h/jillian+michaels.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177113292364246370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9jNHCFS7WI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SCn6Wp4XBrw/s200/jillian+michaels.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;from you. I need you to check in with me. ASk me if I went to the power pump class. When you read this call me, or just make sur eyou ask me next time you see me. Maybe that will help me get out of bed in the morning...knowing that if I don't, I'll have to answer to someone. Then maybe one day I can look like Jillian Michaels in this pic. Well, that's it. I'll let you know how it goes. I better go to bed though ....so that I can get up in the morning&lt;/span&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/2631727066529948216-5808405058195521942?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/5808405058195521942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=5808405058195521942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5808405058195521942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5808405058195521942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/wont-you-be-my-jillian.html' title='Won&apos;t you be my Jillian'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9jNfSFS7XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xxx0lr0JBms/s72-c/jillian.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-5823916670084800392</id><published>2008-03-11T02:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:18:43.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!...and Heavy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176401216851340402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZFeyFS7HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RItdYFHTzfc/s200/My+B-Day+03.08.08+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ME-E,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I just turned 27 on Sunday, and I have been having one of the best birthdays ever! The festivities officially kicked off on Saturday night. Heather and I have a birthday at Cafe Trio in Cottonwood. Bret used his connections to get a separate room for all of us. Thanks Bret! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZHaCFS7KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4C5Za9lMt4Q/s1600-h/My+B-Day+03.08.08+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176403334270217378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZHaCFS7KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4C5Za9lMt4Q/s200/My+B-Day+03.08.08+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was all sorts of fun!! the whole gang was there almost. We had babies,kids, adults, singles, marrieds, soon-to-be-marrieds , gays, straights, questionables (you know who you are...Taylor). Heavs and I were popular! I think the poor waitress was a little overwhelmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heather and I totally got spoiled! You guys were good to us! We each got a purse FULL of surprises. Wendy Phip even made me an apron(which I have already put to good use during munch and mingle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176400778764676178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZFFSFS7FI/AAAAAAAAABo/O_pcotmSgYw/s200/My+B-Day+03.08.08+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176400783059643490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZFFiFS7GI/AAAAAAAAABw/S1bv478Zm3c/s200/My+B-Day+03.08.08+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZGliFS7II/AAAAAAAAACA/sfa2qqr5hBQ/s1600-h/My+B-Day+03.08.08+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176402432327085186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZGliFS7II/AAAAAAAAACA/sfa2qqr5hBQ/s200/My+B-Day+03.08.08+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We topped the night off with some cheesecake. Les almost set off the fire alarm with all of the candles in the middle of the cake, but that would have just made it more fun! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heather is a very fun person to share a birthday week with, and we have some pretty great ends!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZNpyFS7NI/AAAAAAAAACo/DxYliCX6Nk0/s1600-h/My+B-Day+03.09.08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176410201922923730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZNpyFS7NI/AAAAAAAAACo/DxYliCX6Nk0/s200/My+B-Day+03.09.08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;The next day, on my actual birthday, I served cake for Munch and Mingle to celebrate me and my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt; After church, my roommates (mostly Meggan) made me a very pink cake and pink ice cream. They also gave me a couple presents, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZKGyFS7MI/AAAAAAAAACg/0qyDRnQPUM0/s1600-h/My+B-Day+03.09.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176406302092618946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZKGyFS7MI/AAAAAAAAACg/0qyDRnQPUM0/s200/My+B-Day+03.09.08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;including High School Musical 2! Now I can be considered a true fan. I have both movies and High School Musical Mystery Date. Now if that doesn't scream Girl's Night, I don't know what does. I must say I do have some pretty fabulous roommates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday evening I went to my parents where I had more cake and another birthday dinner. My mom made steak chimichuri and it was so yummy! Neil was out of town, but Mica did bring Ripken, their new puppy. I kind of have the best family ever. So, like I said, I have been having the best birthday ever!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/2631727066529948216-5823916670084800392?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/5823916670084800392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=5823916670084800392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5823916670084800392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/5823916670084800392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-to-meand-heavy.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!!...and Heavy!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9ZFeyFS7HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RItdYFHTzfc/s72-c/My+B-Day+03.08.08+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-3576341857983673096</id><published>2008-03-11T01:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:11:27.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommate Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176391127973161986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9Y8TiFS7AI/AAAAAAAAABE/guW0KDtNhOY/s200/Roommate+Photo+Shoot+3.9.08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This last Sunday, something monumentous happened, and I don't mean my birthday. All of my roommates and I were home at the same time. This NEVER happens, except from maybe between the hours of 3a and 6a. Anyway, to celebrate the occasion, we had a photo shoot. Megs has been trying to get a picture of all five of us since we moved in. In 5 months that hadn't happened until Sunday. I know for most of you that isn't all that exciting, but what you might like is seeing who these mystery roommates are. Most of the pics are a little Ollin Mills, but oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176391892477340690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9Y9ACFS7BI/AAAAAAAAABM/rAURtTkBNdA/s320/Roommate+Photo+Shoot+3.9.08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;This first one is(left to right, top to bottom)...Kim, Julie, Meggan, Me, and Melanie. To help you keep them straight, Kim and Melanie are the two I moved in with first. Then Julie moved into the AF apt right before we moved out. Meggan moved in in December. She was the one everyone was certain I would offend. However, try as I might I haven't managed it yet. We actually have all sorts of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9Y5ZCFS6-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/e86WgXCB1DI/s1600-h/Roommate+Photo+Shoot+3.9.08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176387923927559138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9Y5ZCFS6-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/e86WgXCB1DI/s320/Roommate+Photo+Shoot+3.9.08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; The three of us quite enjoy each other. We have regular therapy sessions where we vent about what is bothering us. It's often he same thing...pet peeve #5. These are also the 2 roommates that I would buy boobs for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9Y5ZCFS6-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/e86WgXCB1DI/s1600-h/Roommate+Photo+Shoot+3.9.08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-3576341857983673096?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/3576341857983673096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=3576341857983673096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/3576341857983673096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/3576341857983673096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/roommate-photo-shoot.html' title='Roommate Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dtESdfUYt58/R9Y8TiFS7AI/AAAAAAAAABE/guW0KDtNhOY/s72-c/Roommate+Photo+Shoot+3.9.08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-770727990789993599</id><published>2008-03-10T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:25:54.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So...my initial intent was to blog about my B-Day, but at the rate my pictures are downloading I figured I would do the tag that Sue and Bret did. This my first tag, How exciting!!!!! My B-Day might have to wait for tomorrow. Well, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things on my To Do List Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put new insurance cards in my car. My old ones expired at the end of February... of course I woke up late and in my hurry left them sitting on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Write 2 manager evaluations. I should have done them last June, but didn't so I had to do them today before Licensing Audited us at 11a. (How's that for procrastination, better late than never right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn in Report to Provo PD about staff giving marijuana to our clients...that's right, the dude got high while working, then gave weed to two under-aged disabled kids. I had to fire him for dumb-assery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick up license from Slate Canyon Detention Center. I dropped it in the parking lot after one of my clients hearings...due to the audit, I didn't get this item done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk my way out of a speeding ticket (now this wasn't originally on my To Do list, but was added quickly after I got pulled over for going 40 something in a 25mph zone.) This one was a little tricky considering the 1st and 4th items listed which of course I hadn't done. No license, expired insurance card, my driving record...it wasn't looking good. Rest assured, my persuasive powers won out. No ticket thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Snacks I Enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pomegranates...so worth the time to seed them (especially if I get to share them w Suzie). I love pomegranate anything in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carrot and celery sticks (at least I'm trying to convince my self I enjoy them for the sake of my "biggest loser" efforts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Skinny Cows...these I actually do like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hummus, with veggies or pita, or corn chips...just whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Apple slices with peanut butter...LOTS of peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Places I've Lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Highland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Quality Inn in American Fork (for 3 whole months...after the fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cedar City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Stiletto Ghetto...where I was lulled to sleep each night by my toothless neighbor's snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Places I've Been:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Condo in St. George...There's no better place to spend the 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lowa, UT to learn from Stan Stan the Horse Whispering Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. San Diego...best place to enjoy Boy Meets World and some Dulce de Leche M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Pacific Ocean..."I Love it when we're cruisin' together!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Club Sound...Ms. Rocky Mtn and Ms. Rocky Mtn at Large,it was the bestest drag queen pageant and plus size drag queen pageant I ever did see. I wonder what Rachel Lamb is doing right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would I do if I were suddenly made a Billionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were suddenly made a billionaire, I would put my money to good use. I would begin by having lipo everywhere-we're talking fingers, toes, everywhere except my boobs! Then, of course, I would have to have the surgery where they cut off all the extra saggy skin. Next a nose job,lasik, botox, collagen, veneers, an eye lift, microderm, laser hair removal, eyelash extensions, etc. Kathy Griffin will have nothing on me! After all that hard work recovering(at some fancy spa of course)I would hire a personal trainer and a personal chef to help maintain my new perfect figure(and if that doesn't work, I'll just started using meth. Hey, it worked for Nicole Ritchie and I won't have to worry about what it will do to my teeth, because I'll have veneers). I would also hire who-ever does Oprah's make up. Forget walking on water or healing the sick...Oprah before and after makeup...now that's a real miracle! Now being the near saint that I am, I wouldn't spend it ALL on me. I would generously buy boob jobs for Mel and Megs(two of my roomies). I would even let the doc use my boobs as inspiration-I do have a perfect set as I'm sure you all know. So, that's it. That's what I would do if I were suddenly made a billionaire. That, or travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Jobs I've Had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Telemarketer - who hasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sandwich Artist - white or wheat? 6inch or foot long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Flower Delivery - sadly it was the worst job ever!!!! I barely lasted a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shit Digger - I cleaned horse stalls one summer. I actually kind of liked this job...minus the smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And of course, I've worked on a TF with 504's...if that doesn't make sense, call me and I'll explain...That's the type of thing you don't put in writing or it will come back to haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Pet Peeves:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pouting - I have no patience for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When my managers don't leave a message, but expect to be called back. If it's not important enough to leave a message, then it's not important enough for me to call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When my managers leave me a message that just says "Call me back." I consider that the same as not leaving me a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. REALLY REALLY long blogs about liposuction, speeding tickets, phone messages, and other nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things you didn't know about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a Wrestlerette in High School. That's right, I did the wrestling team. I mean...I did the stats for the wrestling team. 2 point reversal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been to the ER more times than I could even begin to count. I tend to be a bit accident prone. I burned my hand on ice...need I say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wet my pants until at least second grade. I even wore the little beeper thing to wake me up at night if I peed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can fit my mouth around a Denny's water glass. We're talking teeth...try it, it's harder than it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I get kind of scared when I blow up balloons. I just know one is going to pop in my face. It wouldn't be the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheww!!! It's finally over! Bret, Suz, you weren't kidding, that took a long freakin' time!! I tag Nick Robbins. Out of my A-list blogs(blogs I always check) I think his has the oldest post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-770727990789993599?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/770727990789993599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=770727990789993599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/770727990789993599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/770727990789993599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631727066529948216.post-6967859375691568176</id><published>2008-02-29T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:55:04.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello There...</title><content type='html'>Well, here we go. I've officially given in and created my own blog. Les seems to be the one blamed for almost every blog I read. However, for me it was Suzie's getting to know you email that finally pushed me over. Over the last month or more I have become a blog spy-er. I regularly check a number of blogs to see what those people are up to. There are probably at least five people's blogs that I check regularly, but have not seen them (or probably even talked to them) in over a year. I figured since I get a fair amount of enjoyment from reading others (and get frustrated when no one has updated their blog in awhile) it's only fair that I contribute to the blogging community. Also, it makes me feel like less of a fraud when I say "Honest to Blog." Anyway, those are my reasons for starting. I am making no promises of updating regularly or having anything funny, witty, or even mildly interesting to say. All that being said...welcome to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631727066529948216-6967859375691568176?l=kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6967859375691568176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631727066529948216&amp;postID=6967859375691568176' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6967859375691568176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631727066529948216/posts/default/6967859375691568176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kjirsteniscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-hello-there.html' title='Well, Hello There...'/><author><name>Kajirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08841540937437711156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
