<?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-14725443</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:29:23.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a boring blog about my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-4881442386353610861</id><published>2007-01-25T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:51:06.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Justin...</title><content type='html'>Here you go Justin... because you are such a good euchre partner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.... i can't get the picture to upload... when i get home from school, I will do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-4881442386353610861?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4881442386353610861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=4881442386353610861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/4881442386353610861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/4881442386353610861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-for-justin.html' title='This is for Justin...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-2673171178566096853</id><published>2007-01-07T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:39:54.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the beginning of Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiPa__rYI/AAAAAAAAACY/C5-phOEa3qc/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiPa__rYI/AAAAAAAAACY/C5-phOEa3qc/s400/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017399476952739202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiPq__rZI/AAAAAAAAACg/5aj5QHWka3Q/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiPq__rZI/AAAAAAAAACg/5aj5QHWka3Q/s400/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017399481247706514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiP6__raI/AAAAAAAAACo/HVCzS1JD54Q/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiP6__raI/AAAAAAAAACo/HVCzS1JD54Q/s400/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017399485542673826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiP6__rbI/AAAAAAAAACw/eodw7XY4SQI/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiP6__rbI/AAAAAAAAACw/eodw7XY4SQI/s400/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017399485542673842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these don't really show anything but I liked them and I'm bored so i'm going to post them. :) Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-2673171178566096853?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2673171178566096853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=2673171178566096853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/2673171178566096853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/2673171178566096853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-beginning-of-arizona.html' title='Just the beginning of Arizona'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RaFiPa__rYI/AAAAAAAAACY/C5-phOEa3qc/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-1583921496686854159</id><published>2006-12-30T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:40:00.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, Ok, Ok... finally another post!!  These are just a few of my favorite shots from this past semester.  Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfs0JdM5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o3U-jbCWzXs/s1600-h/emily1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfs0JdM5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o3U-jbCWzXs/s400/emily1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511564873347986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfi0JdM4I/AAAAAAAAABs/4J3jmHH7J6I/s1600-h/taryn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfi0JdM4I/AAAAAAAAABs/4J3jmHH7J6I/s400/taryn2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511393074656130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfdEJdM3I/AAAAAAAAABk/cCQ4ltuKDcU/s1600-h/taryn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfdEJdM3I/AAAAAAAAABk/cCQ4ltuKDcU/s400/taryn1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511294290408306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfXEJdM2I/AAAAAAAAABc/7VRIF9p1lVo/s1600-h/IMG_0044a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfXEJdM2I/AAAAAAAAABc/7VRIF9p1lVo/s400/IMG_0044a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511191211193186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfOUJdM1I/AAAAAAAAABU/JAMkDxWdRVU/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfOUJdM1I/AAAAAAAAABU/JAMkDxWdRVU/s400/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511040887337810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfIEJdM0I/AAAAAAAAABM/VTaL8zA2f8g/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfIEJdM0I/AAAAAAAAABM/VTaL8zA2f8g/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014510933513155394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfBEJdMzI/AAAAAAAAABE/33gEdGrgXUg/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfBEJdMzI/AAAAAAAAABE/33gEdGrgXUg/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014510813254071090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-1583921496686854159?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1583921496686854159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=1583921496686854159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/1583921496686854159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/1583921496686854159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/RZcfs0JdM5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o3U-jbCWzXs/s72-c/emily1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-115954542648010851</id><published>2006-09-29T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:57:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures of course</title><content type='html'>So this is a little bit of everything that's been going on since Michigan... a little P-Fest, Girls Night, Bowling, etc... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/n22912407_31874547_8586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/n22912407_31874547_8586.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/n22912407_31874538_3455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/n22912407_31874538_3455.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5902.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5881.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5605.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5605.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/DSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/DSC00134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5667.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5563.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-115954542648010851?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/115954542648010851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=115954542648010851' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115954542648010851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115954542648010851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pictures-of-course.html' title='More Pictures of course'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-115738839841690849</id><published>2006-09-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:46:38.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend in MIchigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5146.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5087.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_5000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_4987.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_4931.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_4921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/IMG_4935.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from my wonderful weekend in Michigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-115738839841690849?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/115738839841690849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=115738839841690849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115738839841690849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115738839841690849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-in-michigan.html' title='A Weekend in MIchigan'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-115349402983399366</id><published>2006-07-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:00:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3033a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3033a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_3023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-115349402983399366?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/115349402983399366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=115349402983399366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115349402983399366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115349402983399366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/07/pool.html' title='The Pool'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-115310955841287431</id><published>2006-07-16T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:12:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me.or.him.</title><content type='html'>Who's Stronger? Jared or me? I think we all know that I win. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_2918a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_2918a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-115310955841287431?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/115310955841287431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=115310955841287431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115310955841287431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115310955841287431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/07/meorhim.html' title='me.or.him.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-115199314241332151</id><published>2006-07-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:05:42.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_8924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_8924.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been thinking about this all week and I finally decided just to post about it.  God is awesome. I went to Pheonix this past week and it was soo beautiful. I have never been west of Illinois so it was new territory for me.  I never realized the whole world wasn't flat and had corn everywhere.  There is this thing called mountains. Yeah, I've never seen those before.  They are AMAZING. They are huge. I was just in awe. We drove to Sedona, and I just stared out the window at their gorgeousness... if that is even a word.  It should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So onto my thoughts I guess.  How can you not believe there is a God? I asked Taryn this week.   How can you look at something like the mountains and not believe there is a God. Or how can you look at an ocean, and not believe there is a God.  The mountains are absolutely massive. If you can tell I was just in shock.  So all week I've been pondering this and just in awe of God's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then tonight, I go to read and I open to Psalms 33. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 By the word of the LORD were the heavens made, &lt;br /&gt;       their starry host by the breath of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7He gathers the waters of the sea into jars &lt;br /&gt;       he puts the deep into storehouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. How can you not say wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got thinking. Illinois is beautiful too. Just because we don't have mountains and gorgeousness doesn't mean it's not His.  When the plane was landing yesterday I was watching out the window.  We are sooo green here. No green in Arizona. We have gorgeous greenness. Yeah, I'm just making up words left and right.  Illinois is beautiful too, and we need to thank God everyday for that too.  We can look around here and see there is a God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'll leave you with a song you are all too familiar with.  I find myself singing it when I look at nature and see how beautiful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable, &lt;br /&gt;You put the stars in the sky and you know them by name. &lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God! &lt;br /&gt;All powerful, unchangeable, &lt;br /&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees and we humbly proclaim &lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God, you are amazing God. &lt;br /&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable, &lt;br /&gt;You see the depths of my heart and you love me the same &lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all!&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-115199314241332151?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/115199314241332151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=115199314241332151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115199314241332151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/115199314241332151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-is-god.html' title='There is a God'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114980661048611638</id><published>2006-06-08T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T15:43:30.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DQ Daze (pun intended)</title><content type='html'>To begin, let's make it clear that this is Taryn writing on Kristi's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Kristi's mac is sick right now, and is not responding well to it's medicine- the internet. Therefore, I have been given blog administrator rights to Kristi's blog to further some very important information to all you fellow readers. Why couldn't I just post it on my blog? Kristi has her reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two essential areas in Kristi's life. One of them is photography, and one of them is Dairy Queen. For the past 3 years, Kristi has been living this out, and I have been the lucky candidate who has gotten to tag along during this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each summer since 2004, we have been making it a ritual to take a special trip to DQ to share something and capture a picture of it. Note that this is unique for 2 reasons: 1. The fact that we SHARE the ice cream. I don't know about Kristi, but with me, when it comes to DQ and sharing, that usually just doesn't work out, and 2. Don't confuse this "ritual" every summer to only be a one-time deal. Trust me, DQ sees us at a higher rate than once a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the posted pictures below to proof of these fun trips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_1508.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_1508.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4352.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4352.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_8482edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_8482edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! T &amp; Kristi (in spirit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114980661048611638?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114980661048611638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114980661048611638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114980661048611638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114980661048611638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/06/dq-daze-pun-intended.html' title='DQ Daze (pun intended)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114918025347668345</id><published>2006-06-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:44:13.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moooore Pictures... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/39790013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/39790013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/n31401772_30335315_9205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/n31401772_30335315_9205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/39790019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/39790019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/n31401772_30335313_8238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/n31401772_30335313_8238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/39770011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/39770011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114918025347668345?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114918025347668345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114918025347668345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114918025347668345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114918025347668345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/06/moooore-pictures.html' title='Moooore Pictures... :)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114564886979151259</id><published>2006-04-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:47:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick one...</title><content type='html'>this is going to be a quick post.  and actually haha the only reason i'm posting is because a certain someone said that he/she would donate to relay for life the next time i posted.  i am that dedicated to relay and go ahead an post for a donation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since i am posting i might as well update about what's been going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there's my life in one word.  i love it. but it's consuming my life.  here are some more pictures for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/scan0010c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/scan0010c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/scan0009b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/scan0009b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/scan0008c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/scan0008c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/scan0005c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/scan0005c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/scan0003b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/scan0003b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/scan0006b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/scan0006b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/scan0005aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/scan0005aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it all. remember... donate to relay for life.  let's stop cancer k?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114564886979151259?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114564886979151259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114564886979151259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114564886979151259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114564886979151259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-one.html' title='a quick one...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114367353836503169</id><published>2006-03-29T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:05:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...</title><content type='html'>Scott asked for pictures of sharks... I've got pictures. It's actually just one shark. But it's still pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics of the lighthouse on the island, our condo where we stayed, my papa, and my brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the shark catch, there's some pelicans, and my brother, and the man who was catching the shark, and now the catch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still continues... yes those are babies.  the guy caught a mother and when he cut it open ( i excluded those pics because they are nasty) the little baby fish swam out of the mother's stomach. how sad.  and the end pictures are us on our way home.  we got stuck on the bridge and my brother got out and took pictures.  hence the picture of our car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/shark%21%21%21%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/shark%21%21%21%20097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember!! donate to Relay for Life!! Click the Upper right hand corner and donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114367353836503169?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114367353836503169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114367353836503169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114367353836503169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114367353836503169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114304527565542127</id><published>2006-03-22T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:34:35.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a really long time. So here's whats been happening since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw a shark.&lt;br /&gt;3. Took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;4. Slept a lot.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;6. Drove 20 hours in a car there and back.&lt;br /&gt;7. Layed out on the beach everyday.&lt;br /&gt;8. Told a total stranger he was uglier then words could describe (I didn't mean to)&lt;br /&gt;9. Wrote a paper on the Pre-Raphaelites.&lt;br /&gt;10. Skipped school because of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;11. Changed the strings on my violin.&lt;br /&gt;12. Hung out with Jared.&lt;br /&gt;13. Went to Taryn's and watched her clean.&lt;br /&gt;14. Cleaned my room.&lt;br /&gt;15. Fired in ceramics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a wrap up of what's been happening since I posted last.  Soon I'll show pictures of Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all!&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. DONATE TO RELAY FOR LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114304527565542127?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114304527565542127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114304527565542127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114304527565542127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114304527565542127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114183768722169658</id><published>2006-03-08T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:10:27.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/ATT00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/ATT00007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove this picture. It's darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: DONATE TO RELAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114183768722169658?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114183768722169658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114183768722169658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114183768722169658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114183768722169658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/03/awww.html' title='Awww...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114080266595374121</id><published>2006-02-24T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:38:52.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Pictures of my Beautiful Yvette...</title><content type='html'>These are just some photos from my personal project for class.  I think I'm its title is going to be up close and personal with the people I love. But not sure.  I took some of Trish Plattner too. But I took those on slide film, so I gotta figure out how to make prints of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03280021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03280021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03280014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03280014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03280005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03280005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03280023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03280023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03290010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03290010a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03300003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03300003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03300005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03300005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03300021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03300021a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03300008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03300008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03290014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03290014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... DONATE TO RELAY FOR LIFE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114080266595374121?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114080266595374121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114080266595374121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114080266595374121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114080266595374121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/02/beautiful-pictures-of-my-beautiful.html' title='Beautiful Pictures of my Beautiful Yvette...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-114045948715541602</id><published>2006-02-20T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:18:07.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few missing details in Taryns Post...</title><content type='html'>Taryn left out a few minor details in our night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we decided we were going to pull an allniter, I realized I needed proper attire, clothes other then my work clothes.  So we went to my house to get them.  Taryn's outfit was the funniest thing I have ever seen her wear!  Let's start at the top... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopard Print Hat&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Teal capries (yes capries in the winter)&lt;br /&gt;wool socks that came up to the end of the capries&lt;br /&gt;Leopard Print slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off... a white robe over all of this. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides the robe, she wore all of this to Steak and Shake in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I did not sleep for that long.  I feel asleep on and off for one hour and was awake before and after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We played a first grade game on the internet for awhile because I couldn't figure out how to win.  Taryn won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched Roseanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I laughed deleriously at everything said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Taryn's mom yelled at her for not washing her hair or something and it was extremely funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. her mom said "Taryn, I left you notes"  Taryn said "I know mom, I saw"  her mom said ", no i left more of them" guess you had to be there for that one to be funny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We went to Ihop, but it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Just a few minor details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember click the button on the upper right hand corner and DONATE TO RELAY FOR LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-114045948715541602?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/114045948715541602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=114045948715541602' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114045948715541602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/114045948715541602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/02/few-missing-details-in-taryns-post.html' title='A few missing details in Taryns Post...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113988985407341637</id><published>2006-02-13T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:04:14.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founder's Week</title><content type='html'>So first off I have to say I am throughly suprised that I actually beat Taryn to posting about our weekend... WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Highlights of the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speakers...&lt;br /&gt;    A. Chuck Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;         1. He does not look like I expected...&lt;br /&gt;         2. Read Matthew 11:28- about anxiety and worrying. There is no need to worry about earthly things... THE END.&lt;br /&gt;    B. James McDonald&lt;br /&gt;         1. Again, does not look like what I expected...&lt;br /&gt;         2. Read Hebrews 11-16 and spoke about Three Tools... The Word of God, The Son of God our Example and The Throne of    &lt;br /&gt;             grace, our energy.  &lt;br /&gt;    C. Michael Easley&lt;br /&gt;         1. I am going to be honest... I slept. I apolagize, I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast with everyone there.  The car ride up was unforgettable with Holly, Tammy, Janelle and Taryn.  We ate and ate and ate, and danced and danced and danced, and ate, and got scared and etc...  Everyone else was fun too. The car ride home was uneventful because I slept. Again, I apolagize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eating...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We ate every second, in the car, pizza in the hotel, breakfast for some, Ed something or others for lunch, where the people were crazy rude, Starbucks, two or three times for some, and Steak and Shake on the way home.  I was never hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Walking on Michigan Avenue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our small group decided to go shopping and walk around.  Needless to say we walked for an hour to the Art Institute and it was closing in one half hour so we looked in the book store.  We saw guys on the street banging on buckets, the apple store, large things with faces, store after store, ice skating, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see this was fun and eventful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlowPop fun in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6629.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some peeps in the church, I think it was a church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed whateveric's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6656.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Paul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6658.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds cool tables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6667.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling ice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6674.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Michigan Ave. Group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Skating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER.... DONATE TO RELAY FOR LIFE NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113988985407341637?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113988985407341637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113988985407341637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113988985407341637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113988985407341637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/02/founders-week.html' title='Founder&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113909072644289156</id><published>2006-02-04T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:05:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for Life</title><content type='html'>Donate to Relay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the new button on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to that button and click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donate to Relay for Life and help find a cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Relay for Life team raised 8,000 dollars to find a cure and this year we're reaching for 10,000!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113909072644289156?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113909072644289156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113909072644289156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113909072644289156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113909072644289156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/02/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay for Life'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113820809617779229</id><published>2006-01-25T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:59:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>1. I started school, I like school a lot and think I will be sad when I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am in a ceramics class... major fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ag class... not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Orhcestra... Beethoven Symphony # 5... enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Photography class... I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/TuesNightVolley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/TuesNightVolley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 2 Peas in a Palette... we have business that aren't Christmas Cards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Jared... I never ever see him and it's sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/Fireman%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/Fireman%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Taryn... I never see her ever and it's sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/inbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/inbox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Heather... I  never ever see her and it's sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_6004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_6004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tuesdays are not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't have a car, so I have to ask tons of people for rides and it's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I drive a cadallac when my mom lets me (it's my grandmas car and it's super nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/CTS2W2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/CTS2W2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Work... same old same old... make good money but don't enjoy the people so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/texas%20roadhouse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/texas%20roadhouse.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Plus with school I never work more then three times a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love my puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/Dog.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/Dog.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My hair actually curls... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/Curls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/Curls2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113820809617779229?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113820809617779229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113820809617779229' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113820809617779229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113820809617779229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113786153583020482</id><published>2006-01-21T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T08:38:55.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not happy...</title><content type='html'>I got in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car looks so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole right side is hardly existant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other car didn't have a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket for improper turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the back seat of cop car for a really long time and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just very unhappy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the car will come soon... but don't worry, the GOFOTO will be fixed and alive again.  I will do everything I can so that it will be perfect again, because I love my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I learned:  Money can fix a car, but it can't fix life, and I am very very blessed for being ok, God was watching over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113786153583020482?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113786153583020482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113786153583020482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113786153583020482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113786153583020482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-not-happy.html' title='I am not happy...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113751794900732176</id><published>2006-01-17T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:12:29.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/sad%20dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/sad%20dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow... how sad. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113751794900732176?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113751794900732176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113751794900732176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113751794900732176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113751794900732176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113695449021180995</id><published>2006-01-10T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:41:44.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taryn's Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>So I decided that for Taryn's birthday gift I would wrap it in a huge box.  Well, my brother went overboard and brought back home this huuuumongous box. I'm not joking. Here are the pictures to prove it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0784.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn seeing her box for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0786.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn in awe of her box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn opening gifts in her box... yes it's that big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0796.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pouting in the box... it's too big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn and my dog... and I know she says in her blog that she thinks dogs are smelly but she loves my dog. This picture prooves it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0794.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn again in her box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0793.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn and me in her box... Yes, it's fits both of us in it... it could probably fit six more and my dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are the pictures of Taryn's Birthday Gift...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113695449021180995?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113695449021180995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113695449021180995' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113695449021180995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113695449021180995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/01/taryns-birthday-gift.html' title='Taryn&apos;s Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113649355243751708</id><published>2006-01-05T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:39:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!!!</title><content type='html'>Smile....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113649355243751708?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113649355243751708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113649355243751708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113649355243751708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113649355243751708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/01/smile.html' title='Smile!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113617783139112959</id><published>2006-01-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:54:13.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Message?</title><content type='html'>Heather, Taryn and I had fun one night and made a message for all of you.  What does it say? We went to a lot of work to write this.  Fun times had by all.  Figure it out and let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/ThisisTKHflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/ThisisTKHflat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113617783139112959?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113617783139112959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113617783139112959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113617783139112959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113617783139112959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-message.html' title='What&apos;s the Message?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113563059071047419</id><published>2005-12-26T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:56:30.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I love this song so I thought I would share the words with everyone... enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;would card to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;that the bright and morning star&lt;br /&gt;would chose to light the way &lt;br /&gt;for my ever wondering heart&lt;br /&gt;not because of who i am&lt;br /&gt;but because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;not because of what i've done&lt;br /&gt;but because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;a way you tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;a vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;still you hear me when i'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord you catch me when i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;and you told me who i am&lt;br /&gt;i am Yours&lt;br /&gt;i am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i &lt;br /&gt;that the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;would look on me with love&lt;br /&gt;and watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;who am i &lt;br /&gt;that the voice that calmed the sea&lt;br /&gt;would call out through the rain&lt;br /&gt;and calm the storm in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because of who i am&lt;br /&gt;but because of what You've done &lt;br /&gt;not because of what i've done&lt;br /&gt;but because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm not who I am today because of me, it's because of God and what He's done. Happy New Year's Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113563059071047419?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113563059071047419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113563059071047419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113563059071047419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113563059071047419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113445531879502306</id><published>2005-12-12T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:30:16.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>Things I want to do over Christmas Break... Because today, it is officially Break!!! No more finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make caramels for all my family. (like grandparents and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bake lots of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Work out at least three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Make a movie of my summer with my family, and my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have lots of fun with Taryn, because I know we will.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go shopping in Chicago once.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hang out with old friends from high school that I haven't seen since we graduated.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have lots of fun with Taryn.&lt;br /&gt;9. Work a lot at Texas Roadhouse and make lots of money so when school starts up I don't need to work as much.&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch tons of I love Lucy episodes, cause I own the DVD set. &lt;br /&gt;11. Keep up with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;12. Make snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;13. Make snow angels.&lt;br /&gt;14. Have a snowball fight.&lt;br /&gt;15. Actually do anything in the snow, cause snow is fun.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have lots of fun with Taryn. Oh wait have I said that?&lt;br /&gt;17. Clean my room realllly reallllly well.&lt;br /&gt;18. Get everything in my room, bathroom, car, everything i own basically, organized.&lt;br /&gt;19. Attend abs class every Monday and Wednesday...if anyone is up for it let me know.&lt;br /&gt;20. Give thanks to the Lord.  Around the holidays it's easy to forget the "reason for the season." The reason I have Christmas Break is because of Him and His birth, and I need to remember to keep Him, the main focus in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's 20 things. I'll try to do all of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113445531879502306?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113445531879502306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113445531879502306' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113445531879502306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113445531879502306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113350258565004519</id><published>2005-12-01T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:49:45.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's waste Kristi's time now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C7B299" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1920's Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBD0C2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georgette Blossom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your 1920's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to scare other people...&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you scare yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: November 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lucked out the the skills to succeed in almost any arena.&lt;br /&gt;Put you in almost any business or classroom, and you'll rise to the top.&lt;br /&gt;You're driven and intense, but you also know when to kick back and cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to adapt to almost any situation is part of what's going to make you a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your attention to detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You can be a little too proud of your successes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Arrow pointing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: August&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/yellow.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a cheerful, upbeat blogger who tends to make everyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great storyteller, and the first to post the latest funny link.&lt;br /&gt;You're also friendly and welcoming to everyone who comments on your blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Aren't Scary, You're Scared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/scared.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably even scared to see how this quiz came out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Angry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/angry.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;But when you don't get your way, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;Like a very manipulative kid, you will get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it takes a little kicking and screaming.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 16 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Observation Skills Get A C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-c.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to notice the big things in life...&lt;br /&gt;But the details aren't exactly your forte&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113350258565004519?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113350258565004519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113350258565004519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113350258565004519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113350258565004519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-waste-kristis-time-now.html' title='Let&apos;s waste Kristi&apos;s time now.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113299055900555856</id><published>2005-11-25T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:35:59.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I older?</title><content type='html'>I am writing this at 1:27. My birthday. I do not feel older. I am no longer a teenager and I should feel all grown up... but I don't. When do you start feeling grown up? Or do you ever? I am glad I am 20. I was kind of sick of the teenage years and I would n ever ever go back if I had to. Haha. I've only been done with them for an hour and a half and I'm talking like it was a long time ago. Oh, 20. I'll let you know when I feel older. You older ones.... and you know who you are... :) Did you ever start feeling old? Or feel like an adult? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me feel old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a 16 year old getting there permit... that was forever ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone calls me ma'am at Texas Roadhouse...Do I look like a ma'am??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I babysit kids for a whole week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about my one friend getting married...she's my age and she's getting married this summer?!?! Who gets married at the age of 19?!?!?! No one. It shouldn't be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think "I"m half way to 40"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I don't enjoy Halloween at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my driver's license and see little 16 year old me. I was so pathetic. You have to see my drivers license to understand. I don't look like I should even be in junior high let alone be driving. I hate looking so young. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about all my friends who moved away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch cartoons... oh wait I still love cartoons. Ecspecially Kim Possible because she is the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back and I got so excited over the dumbest things, and my friends and I thought the dumbest things were fun, like hiding in tuba cases and dancing in playing quizzes in orchestra, and making movies... oh wait we still do that one too. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all!!!&lt;br /&gt;The Twenty Year Old Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113299055900555856?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113299055900555856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113299055900555856' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113299055900555856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113299055900555856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/11/am-i-older.html' title='Am I older?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113229732295307576</id><published>2005-11-17T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:02:02.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taryn is Classic</title><content type='html'>I love spending my nights with Taryn L. Kaiser. So this post is about Taryn. And everything that makes me laugh about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her comment tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;"I never have any cash on me, I write checks for everything no matter how much it is. I even write two dollar checks. I would even write a check for that gumball machine and shove the check in there and see if it takes it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Her unique style. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight she wore a pink stocking hat with a fuzzy ball on top with the leopard print scarf and tied it all up around her head. Just picture it. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Random Bursts&lt;br /&gt;She just spastically yells things. Enough said about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Her clever ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Like shoving the check into the gumball machine, who would ever think of that? Oh wait, I know, Taryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way we talk on our macs. And we are in the same room. Sitting next to each other. On the same couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How she laughs at me, even though nothing I say is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When we get together, right for the first five minutes are crazy loud because we haven't seen each other and we feel like  we need to tell each other everything that happened in that five minutes. Some have probably witnessed this when we first get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Her wonderful graphic design/multimedia skills. Do I need to explain that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Our fights. Yes, we fight. But we always make up at the end and end up laughing two seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can't think of one more thing about her that makes me laugh. You'd think that I could go on and on. I could tell about the streaking story, and how she got bruises and jumped into a lake and it was frozen over and it hurt her. Except I made that up. So it is untrue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Memories of Taryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her dressing up at my house for videos. Once she was a pilot, another time she was a bat, and the list goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dairy Queen. We worked together and even when we didn't work together we always go there. And now we always have to take a picture of ourselves there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mexico. We did a funny skit. Sang in front of the whole group with just three people. Made up numerous songs. Had heart to hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Having Birthday Slumber Parties at Taryn's on the blue couches.  We played mafia and played all kinds of games. but the thing I remember most are the blue couches because I always got stuck on the short one cause I was the smallest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Planning to have a business, not really thinking it was going to happen. Well, then Taryn decides to start a business without me but i butt in and make her include me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "You're dog lounged on me!!!" Taryn's famous quotes that don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Giving her tons of rides places the summer of 2005 because she never like to drive her car, so I always came and picked her up and she was always late and I was always crazy early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sewing skirts but never ever finishing them. Even to this day they are not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Getting excited that we were going to go to the same college, Bradley, and planning how we were going to be together, oh wait but then I crushed and she decided to go to ISU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughing every second that I am with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that's enough about Taryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113229732295307576?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113229732295307576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113229732295307576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113229732295307576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113229732295307576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/11/taryn-is-classic.html' title='Taryn is Classic'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113195146324224115</id><published>2005-11-13T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:57:43.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny quote</title><content type='html'>So these are kind of like, "I guess you had to be there to think it's funny" quotes. Oh well. Maybe you'll laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's so silly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No one over the age of ten says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn- Could you see me with a Chinese man?&lt;br /&gt;Kristi- No, but my cousin married a Chinese guy.&lt;br /&gt;Instant laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue why either of these are funny. But Taryn and I are bizarre like that and they are funny in our world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113195146324224115?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113195146324224115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113195146324224115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113195146324224115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113195146324224115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-quote.html' title='Funny quote'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113160156402291675</id><published>2005-11-09T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:46:47.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No good quotes...</title><content type='html'>C'mon guys step it up with the quotes. I need a good one for the quote of the week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113160156402291675?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113160156402291675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113160156402291675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113160156402291675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113160156402291675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-good-quotes.html' title='No good quotes...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113132051897670252</id><published>2005-11-06T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:41:58.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marla Ellen Witzig</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my friend, Marla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Marla is quite possibly the funniest girl I have ever met in my entire life. She is insane. She says that it is due to stress right now, but no, she's always like this. She is abnormally strange this week and I'm not sure why. She says the funniest things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I burped. It was a pretty pathetic quiet one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marla "Well, that was pathetic" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi "haha, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marla "Ewwww, but it smelled, what did you eat?" as she rolls down the windows and freaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi "hahahaha, boneless chicken wings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marla "Well, I can smell the boneless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that seriously? She can smell the boneless?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carpool to Bradley every Tuesday, Wenesday and sometimes Thursdays. There is this sign that says ESCAPE. So what does Marla yell everytime we get near??? escape...wait how do I type that how she says it. ok.... es...cop...a... there ya go. That's how she yells it. es cop a!!! Everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on her heated seat without her knowing and she screamed (have you noticed that she screams a lot?) "My butt is on fire!!" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Things I love about Marla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She yells.... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. When she drinks caffine she gets even more hyper then she already is without it. &lt;br /&gt;3. She dresses up and plays funny characters in home movies with a bunch of girls. She is always the druggie or nerd. Maybe I'll post some pictures of those times... ok Marla??? Haha, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;4. She plays the violin really really good. &lt;br /&gt;5. She's nice to everyone. See even though I bash you Marla, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;6. She sings really loud to songs she knows on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;7. She used to hide in tuba cases in Junior High&lt;br /&gt;8. She dressed up for playing quizzes in Junior High&lt;br /&gt;9. She dances funny.&lt;br /&gt;10. She loves God. I guess that should of been first because God is number one in her life and I really admire how much she lives her life for Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marla I love you and you crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this post inspired me to start something. I am going to try and post a quote of the week. A hilarious quote from someone I encounter during the week. Marla might be queen of this but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113132051897670252?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113132051897670252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113132051897670252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113132051897670252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113132051897670252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/11/marla-ellen-witzig.html' title='Marla Ellen Witzig'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113117413386005587</id><published>2005-11-04T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:02:13.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahahhahaha....</title><content type='html'>Me - "So you wanna box for that chicken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little 10 year old boy- "No, but I'll fight you for the salt shaker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, I laughed for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/boxing.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/boxing.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113117413386005587?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113117413386005587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113117413386005587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113117413386005587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113117413386005587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/11/hahahahahhahaha_04.html' title='hahahahahhahaha....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113074090298002457</id><published>2005-10-30T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:41:43.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm going to tell a story and it's going to start out with you probably thinking, "Kristi, why are you telling me this?" But it has a point so stick with me through the details because they really make the story what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working back at the Roadhouse. Now those of you who know me well know what kind of a place it is and what kind of people work there (not all but most, I don't want to stereotype so keep in mind there are a few who aren't as I'm going to tell you.)  There's a boy Justin. He's mean to me. He's really really really mean to me. He was the first time I worked there and he is now. I don't really care because I'm used to it and just ignore it. It does kind of hurt just because he's not really mean to anyone else, he really is somewhat of a nice guy to people and most people like him. I think that's why he doesn't like me, because I don't like him like I want him to like him. He flirts with me and I dont flirt back and I think he gets irratated because he's not used to not having a girl fling herself at him (i forgot to mention Justin is a very good looking fella) Well, I don't fling myself at him and i think that annoys him so he doesn't know how to react and is mean to me. (Basically his way of flirting with me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first night back at the Roadhouse and lo and behold who is waiting at the door as I walk in. Justin. He hugs me and picks me up and says he missed me blah blah blah. I get annoyed. Not a good way to start at the Roadhouse. But at least he was being nice right? The night goes on and he's fairly nice to me and I'm thinking this might work out all right. So I look up to the bar and I see a guy that used to work at the Roadhouse when I first started working there a year ago. We chat and he's nice and it was nice to see him again. I go wait my tables as normal. I go back to the bar and this guy looks at me then says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to ask you a question"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok" I say "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a virgin?" he asks. Ok now i know you're thinking wow too many details but you have to know all the details for later in the story.  I look at him and say "Justin told you to ask me this didn't he?" Because I just had a gut feeling that Justin was behind it and not this nice guy. He says yes and it annoys me that Justin would care. I say "yes I am a virgin and you can tell Justin that because I really don't mind him knowing that." He just smiles. Justin didn't talk to me all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later and nothing really had come of any of that and I was kind of glad because I just didn't want to deal with Justin.  Well, Friday night it came up while we were working. Justin made a crude sexual comment and I gave him a look of disgust and he didn't know how to reply. So, the meaness in him comes out. He says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you little virgin wouldn't understand, would you?" And proceeds to tell all the guys that I am in fact a virgin. You would think this guy had never talked to someone who hadn't had sex. And yes I apolagize for the graphicness but I really am getting somewhere with this.  It's get spiritual here soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guys were mean and vicious about it and even this one guy Erik made fun of me too, which suprised me cause he seemed like a nice guy. Well, it turns out he is in fact a very  nice guy.  Today at work he came up to me and said he needed to talk. Here's the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, about Friday night" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, what about it?" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the reason that you haven't had sex because of your spiritual beliefs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, shocked that he asked this smiled and said "Yes, it is. I am a Christian and I don't believe in sex before marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said " You know, I'm sorry about last night and I'm sorry the guys gave you a hard time. I really respect your decision. It's harder not to have sex while everyone else is then to just give in and do it, and I really respect your decision. What church do you go to?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I go to the AC church in Morton. Do you go to church?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I go to Riverside. I have relatives in the AC church. I think I really like that church.  It's strict, but it seems as if everyone really sticks to what they believe in.  I really like how they do marriages too." He proceeds to explain how one of his relatives asked for one of the girls in the church. He thought it was amazing that they could trust God that much. (The guy he was speaking of didn't hardly know the girl but really believed he should ask for her.) He really liked that idea of leaving it all to God and knowing He will work it out. He loved that they were both so focused on God, and he could tell that's what kept the two of them together. Their belief in God and trust in Him and it made their relationship stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, by this point I'm shocked that I am having this spiritual conversation with this guy at work.  He then went on to tell me how he almost went into the ministry not to long ago, but is struggling now. He is in a relationship with a girl at work and he is trying to get her to go to church with him and just change how their relationship is. It kind of ended there and we didn't get a chance to talk anymore. It was more just me listening to him talk and inputting little things here and there. But how exciting. I could tell he was convicted and wanted to learn more and I was just happy that this was happening at work.  it kind of makes me feel better about going back to work because maybe God put me there for a reason. He knew Erik would be there and He knows how he is struggling right now and is not surrounded by any Christians anywhere. I am pretty much the only one. (Well, he has his church so I'm not the only one) but he's not with his church a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Justin's meanness showed Erik that I was a Christian and that he could talk to me. If it weren't for Justin and him asking me the question, who knows if Erik and I ever would have talked about this. I would have never ever thought that I could witness at work, but God showed me I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh and then, I was reading John 4 and in my little sidenotes from one of the verses it said "You can witness to anyone, anywhere" Wow, God really knew what was going on today, and was reminding me that work doesn't have to be about just work, it should be about Him too and i think I forget that because of the atmosphere I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know this was a bunch of rambling but I hope it made sense because this really was an awesome God-thing. If you have any questions because it didn't make sense just let me know and I'll explain. Please pray for Erik and his girlfriend and me. I need to have the strength to pursue this and talk to him more about it. I'll update as more happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113074090298002457?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113074090298002457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113074090298002457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113074090298002457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113074090298002457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113068758795199367</id><published>2005-10-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:53:07.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute kids... coping Taryn but not meaning too</title><content type='html'>So I was definately going to post about my cute kids that I babysit because I took pictures of them on Friday. Taryn beat me to the punchline I guess. Not fair oh well. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these kids. Brianna told me that I was babysitting because her mom had to go to a visitation (her mom was shopping). I asked  Brianna if she knew what a visitation was and she said yes so I asked her what it was. She said there are llooooots of people there and they eat lots of food. Then they go camping and stuff. haha, I laughed for hours. I asked if that was all they do and she said no there's more, I just don't remember. How cute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5115.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kayley. She's the cutest, in my opinion. I love her to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Brody. He talks tons and loves green and tractors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bri. She's gorgeous and she acts like she's 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5142.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5131.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_5140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_5140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more pics coming because I took pictures of my cousins on Saturday and they are too cute. Bye all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113068758795199367?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113068758795199367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113068758795199367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113068758795199367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113068758795199367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/cute-kids-coping-taryn-but-not-meaning.html' title='Cute kids... coping Taryn but not meaning too'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-113036420809249569</id><published>2005-10-26T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:03:28.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>And the winner for the make me laugh blog contest is..... drumroll..... STEVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out, and you will see why he won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.poplockin.com/flash.php?stfg=true&amp;mx=29.6&amp;mxs=93.4761441090555&amp;my=28.4&amp;mys=136.319376825706&amp;hx=5.6&amp;hy=-6.55&amp;c1=move8_mc&amp;c2=move6_mc&amp;c3=move7_mc&amp;c4=move3_mc&amp;image=images/baseName_efededcdc2f33903ad4b89fbc9914136.jpg&amp;"&gt;Me Dancing&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't know I could dance so well. Thanks Steve!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-113036420809249569?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/113036420809249569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=113036420809249569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113036420809249569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/113036420809249569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112969411375174589</id><published>2005-10-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:00:30.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer me up...</title><content type='html'>So, I've been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt; lately. I think I've just been way too &lt;span style="color:#5CB3FF;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like I wake up and then I never sit down (ok, well except when I'm in class) all day. And it's 10:30 and I've done nothing for myself. I can't even get on my &lt;span style="color:#C12283;"&gt;text goes here&lt;/span&gt;!!!!????!!! What a tragedy, I know. So that is why there is the lack of &lt;span style="color:#41A317"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... this post is all about &lt;span style="color:#EAC177;"&gt;cheering&lt;/span&gt; me up. Haha. I want to find who has the funniest joke. The joke that will make me &lt;span style="color:#F62217;"&gt;fall out of bed&lt;/span&gt; laughing when I read it.  The one that will give my &lt;span style="color:#F75D59;"&gt;ABS&lt;/span&gt; the workout of their life. I just want to laugh. So &lt;span style="color:#7D2252;"&gt;pleeeeeease&lt;/span&gt; tell me funny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/smile_often.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/smile_often.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112969411375174589?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112969411375174589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112969411375174589' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112969411375174589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112969411375174589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheer-me-up.html' title='Cheer me up...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112961128067390240</id><published>2005-10-17T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:54:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't blogged forever and ever. I need to update.  Not much has really happened over this past week. It's been pretty boring. Same old same old.  Jared and I had a cookout. Just the two of us. We're pathetic. We had smores, and hot dogs and a bonfire. It was still fun even though it was just the two of us. Here are some pictures of the glorious occasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0464.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0470.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0477.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0475.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0487.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so basically this is what people do who don't have other people to hang out with. They have their own cookout and take pictures. Fun huh? It actually was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started back at the Roadhouse today. Whoopi for me. I remember why I left. Oh well, it's a job and I reaaaalllly need the money. it's a very convenient college job. Well, I'm sorry this is short. I'll update and make a longer post soon I promise. Bye all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, T, don't take my name off the top. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112961128067390240?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112961128067390240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112961128067390240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112961128067390240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112961128067390240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112878727653403012</id><published>2005-10-08T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:07:48.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins... Again</title><content type='html'>So, I'm definately really immature because i carved pumpkins again last night with Jared...and it was fun.  I love making faces in pumpkins and I have no clue why. I just love the gush when you pull all the pumpkin guts out of the pumpkins. Oh well it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0442.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0444.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_0452.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were a few pics of our fun-filled carving event. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112878727653403012?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112878727653403012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112878727653403012' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112878727653403012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112878727653403012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/carving-pumpkins-again.html' title='Carving Pumpkins... Again'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112870179939999037</id><published>2005-10-07T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:16:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night...</title><content type='html'>Last night was incredibly fun.  After a very nice bible study... see Luke's blog...Taryn and I went to Ashley Keifers and carved pumpkins.   It was a blast.  I was so proud of my pumpkin.  He's so cute.  It's the classic carved pumpkin. Taryn made a T, Kelsee and Joe made a cute face.  Ashley and Raleigh, I think that's his name, made a really scary face and Natalie, the spiritual one, made an arrow pointing to heaven. Aw. It was fun times.  After that we went back to the T apartment.  Tracy and Trisha were planning their trip to Europe.... AND I WANT TO GO SOOO BAD.  All i have to do is get the parental approval and save up lots of money. So hopefully it will work out.  Tracy and Trisha had these cool shirts that Taryn decided she wanted one right now. So we went over to Jordon's because this boy was there that was selling his shirts.   She bought one and we then started playing Mario Kart until very late into the night.  I lost everytime.  Except for once when I got second.  I was excited.  Jordon won lots and so did Taryn. We decided it was too late and we needed to go home.  We arrived back at the T apartment and looked at pictures for a really long time.  We also talked for a crazy long time.  It got to be four in the morning and we decided it was probably smart that we went to bed. So we did. And there is the end of my night.  It was nice to see all my ISU girls and have fun.  Today I'm babysitting for Harts and then Jared has a fun-filled night planned.  Bye all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112870179939999037?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112870179939999037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112870179939999037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112870179939999037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112870179939999037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night.html' title='Last Night...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112857687589426388</id><published>2005-10-05T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:42:06.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monet...</title><content type='html'>Ok, this post will probably bore all of you, but I've been thinking about Monet a lot lately. And as an art major I feel as if this blog needs to reflect my life a little bit and I have never talked about art... something I love. But I love Monet, mainly because I have two prints of his work hanging in my room that I can see, and he might possibly be one of my favorite artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/monet_impresion400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/monet_impresion400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionist Sunrise... This basically started the impressionist movement.  Which I love.  Impressionism just breaks rules and I think that's why i like it.  I get sick of artists following the rules and drawing/painting exactly what they see.  Monet drew what he saw, but he knew that the sunrise didn't last... and he couldn't draw that exactly.  If that makes sense. So it was his impression of a sunrise...quick brushstrokes and just a very quickly painted work. I love it.  It's gorgeous.  Obviously there are no straight detailed lines in a sunrise, so he didn't put that.  LOVE IT!!! I just love Monet. Here are some more of his works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/monet-lily_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/monet-lily_bg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colors in this one... gorgeous again... and again I love the quick brushstrokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/Monet-Nympheas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/Monet-Nympheas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of his gorgeous works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you enjoyed and maybe these works made you smile.,.... because they make me smile a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know who your favorite artist is and why!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112857687589426388?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112857687589426388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112857687589426388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112857687589426388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112857687589426388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/monet.html' title='Monet...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112848833172977147</id><published>2005-10-04T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:58:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Blog Problem Solved... maybe... I hope...</title><content type='html'>Let me know how the pink blob situation is.... if the world would all get macs, things would be ok. I changed colors, and I still included a little pink for Scott, and hopefully I'm not blinding Spud. Let me know if there are any other problems... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112848833172977147?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112848833172977147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112848833172977147' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112848833172977147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112848833172977147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/pink-blog-problem-solved-maybe-i-hope.html' title='Pink Blog Problem Solved... maybe... I hope...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112840186599348044</id><published>2005-10-03T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:11:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML Coding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;Wow!!!!&lt;/span&gt; That's all I can say about &lt;span style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HTML&lt;/span&gt; coding. Whoever came up with that system is a &lt;span style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;genius!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Let me know what you think of the new &lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt; colors!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0066;"&gt;kristi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... the &lt;span style="color:#FF33CC;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; is for you &lt;span style="color:FF33CC;"&gt;SCOTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112840186599348044?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112840186599348044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112840186599348044' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112840186599348044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112840186599348044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/html-coding.html' title='HTML Coding'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112831488541398564</id><published>2005-10-02T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:51:57.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies...</title><content type='html'>Haha, these things made me laugh. Maybe they'll make you laugh too, let me know which one is your favorite or if you have anymore funnines for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.milkandcookies.com/links/1982/details/"&gt;Mr. Nice&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail44.html"&gt;Lures and Jigs&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/cursortheft.html"&gt;Cursur Thief&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, well enough with my laughs.  As you can tell I changed the blog a little bit.  I felt it was time to get rid of the childish pink and upgrade to a more sophisticated orange.  haha, I don't know I was just really sick of the pink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that happened this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I drew a skeleton in Life Drawing and it actually looked like a skeleton!!! Wow, that's really good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Took some great pictures of Jared for my photography class and I love them!!! They turned out really good and I'm exicted to print them this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Continued learning how to play "Ancient Days" on the piano and had my first piano lesson in front of Dr. Kaizer.  I was so nervous because he is basically the greatest piano teacher around here.  My hands were shaking sooo bad, but I love the piano. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Played my violin far too many times this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cried a lot.  I was just in a crying mood and I cried over everything.  I'm not really sure why I just get like that sometimes.  It feels good to cry.  Like this one time when I was in Florida, I lost my sunglasses on the beach and when I realized on the way home that I had left them there, I cried my eyes out.  It was one of the saddest things ever, but not really.  I just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Walked by the riverfront with Jared and it was so pretty.  The Murry Baker Bridge is done and it was so pretty with all of the lights on at night and the night was gorgeous.  I love fall. There were couples taking rides on the horse and carriage and Jared and I decided we would do that when it snowed... it would be more romantic... haha whatever Jared and I romantic...that's funny.  We just thought it would be prettier in the snow.  Of course if we wanted romantic we should go while it's raining because according to Luke rainy days are romantical...I don't really agree though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I had an orchestra concert Saturday night, the first one of the year.  It was a little rough, but the first concert with new players in the orchestra is always rough.  It takes time to get used to everyone and the conductor and everything.  All in all I think the concert went well, other then the second movement of the second song.  It's crazy long and I could seriously feel myself aging while I played it.  I thought it would never end. Jared went to the concert and slept. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Played scrabble with Jared tonight.  He beat me by far and I was really sad because I thought my word "tacky" would take me all the way.... but nope, he came up with "water" and had a double word spot so it was worth like 30 points and it was crazy.  I was sad because I ususally beat him at games.  Oh well, I guess he can win one time in his lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My parents went to Louisiana.  My father has this new obsession with semi's.  Ever  since this hurricane thing, he's gotten really wrapped up in the world relief efforts and getting supplies to the people down there.  This is the second load that my mom and dad went down with (they went like two weeks ago I think, to Mississippi) Midwest trucking has been awesome.  They are donating trucks and drivers to go down, but then take volunteers to drive.  My dad is driving down the 22 semi to go down.  I think that's amazing that they have filled (with Morton churches 5 semis) 22 semi loads.  Wow, God really can work in amazing ways.  I think it's amazing that the church went out and spent tons of money and then with a little bit of prayer and guidance from Him, the church had enough money donated in two weeks to pay for the whole ordeal.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The tenth spot is hard to fill because I feel like it should be something outrageous and fun or exciting or mean something and I don't know what to end with.  So basically i end with nothing.  That really makes sense doesn't it? Oh well. It's late and I need to be done writing anyways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112831488541398564?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112831488541398564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112831488541398564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112831488541398564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112831488541398564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/10/funnies.html' title='Funnies...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112809484179941188</id><published>2005-09-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T08:40:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>I'm sad that i haven't been able to go to Thursday night bible study because I miss everyone.  Of course I miss the bible study too... but I really miss just seeing people.  Ecspecially my good long lost friend Taryn who has so much fun at ISU without me and forgets about me here because my name doesn't start with T.  I would go on and name other people that I miss but I would leave people out and I'm afraid that would hurt peoples feelings.  AND..... I CAN'T GO NEXT WEEK EITHER.  I feel like I am in a hole and the only person I see is Jared, not that that's so bad because I love being with him, but I see no one else.  I'm too busy. Andddddd I'm starting back at Texas Roadhouse on October 17th because I'm broke and I really need a job and it's an easy job for me and makes good money for little hours.  :( So I will really have no life.  All those at ISU, dont forget me, I'll be there soon and don't have too much fun without me.  :( Or at least if you have fun show me pictures.  I'm feeling sorry for myself can you tell? Haha, just kidding. I'm fine. Oh well. Ok enough self pity for Kristi.  Really, life has been very good to me lately and things have been going really good.  Classes are really good and I finally feel like I know what I want to do with my life.  I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY.  I love pictures so much and I love taking them.  Everytime I take a picture now I think about what my teacher says, "show me something new about something old"  I love that you can take a picture of a building and it doesn't look like a building or stuff like that. It's soo cool. Ok well I need to go babysit I'm done talking about really random things for lack of something interesting to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112809484179941188?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112809484179941188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112809484179941188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112809484179941188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112809484179941188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-everyone.html' title='I MISS EVERYONE'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112794239293577948</id><published>2005-09-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:19:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mildew and Gay</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting conversation today.  About mildew and gayness.  I know those things are not even remotely related, but today they were for awhile.  There were me and two other girls in drawing kind of got into a discussion about being gay and whether it was genetic or not and what we thought on the whole issue. Julie, one of the girls, knows a lot of people who are gay (a friend, an uncle and tons more apparently)  I think the conversation started out with her trying to justify her friends being gay and being a Christian. That's where the mildew came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leviticus 13:47-52&lt;br /&gt; 47 "If any clothing is contaminated with mildew—any woolen or linen clothing, 48 any woven or knitted material of linen or wool, any leather or anything made of leather- 49 and if the contamination in the clothing, or leather, or woven or knitted material, or any leather article, is greenish or reddish, it is a spreading mildew and must be shown to the priest. 50 The priest is to examine the mildew and isolate the affected article for seven days. 51 On the seventh day he is to examine it, and if the mildew has spread in the clothing, or the woven or knitted material, or the leather, whatever its use, it is a destructive mildew; the article is unclean. 52 He must burn up the clothing, or the woven or knitted material of wool or linen, or any leather article that has the contamination in it, because the mildew is destructive; the article must be burned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know this is making zero sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie was saying that in the old testiment God intstructed that if any clothing be contaminated with mildew, that it be burned up.  Do we honestly do this today?  Of course not because we have Tylex and other things that have invented that will take away the mildew.  God was stressing that mildew can be harmful, and the whole article of clothing should be done away with.  But today we don't follow this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on saying times have changed and there are parts of the bible that she believes are "old-fashioned" and that we just plain don't follow anymore because things have changed.  And that's where she justified her friends being gay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-note...I know this all isn't really connecting really well, because I'm having a hard time retelling every inch of the conversation.  I may have missed a part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we asked her, well how do we know what part of the bible is "old-fashioned" and which part isn't?  How can we tell what we are supposed to follow and what part we aren't supposed to follow, who makes that decision.  She didn't have an answer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we compared being gay to having a divorce.  Each are sins.  Each are things that the bible tells us not to do basically.  I told her I looked at being gay the same way I look at a couple divorcing.  God advices against each.  Being gay is a sin just as equally so as having a divorce.  They are equal sins as is murder and any other sins because a sin is a sin.  It's not our place to judge a sin, so I don't freak out when I hear someone is gay.  It's just one of their sins.  I sin. We all sin.  Yes, it's something they do everyday, but its not something to not like people for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation kind of ended there.  I don't know how she came out of the conversation.  I don't know.  Any input is welcome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112794239293577948?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112794239293577948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112794239293577948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112794239293577948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112794239293577948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/mildew-and-gay.html' title='Mildew and Gay'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112757660975335528</id><published>2005-09-24T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:43:29.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue...</title><content type='html'>So a lot has happened since September 13th when I last posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jared Came Home!!!!! (very exciting)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pumpkin Festival came to town.  I went to the pumpkin festival on Friday with Taryn and people and something blogworthy happened... Jake was dancing with this 13 year old boy in line for the Zipper.  It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;3. Beatles band at Pumpkin Festival was purely amazing. And I got to hang out with Stigs!&lt;br /&gt;4. I got an internship... that'll look nice on my resume. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out one of my friends from high school is going to be on an MTV tv show... how cool is that... i'm definately going to tape every show and watch it everytime it's on.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Laura cut my hair. She gave me bangs.  I like them.&lt;br /&gt;7. I spent far too much time in the darkroom... enough said.&lt;br /&gt;8. Had my second piano lesson and learned some chords. I felt cool.&lt;br /&gt;9. After my piano lesson I practiced and Marla taught me how to play "Ancient Words" on the piano.  Fun Fun.&lt;br /&gt;10. I got a brand new bed. It's so comfortable and I love it. The sheets are bright orange and almost kill your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;11. I finished my room. I hung my Monets and shelves and decorated and it's now officially finished...well I need more pictures cause i'm picture crazy.&lt;br /&gt;12. Jared got the facebook. He's obsessed seriously.  It drives me nuts. :)&lt;br /&gt;13. Was asked to be in a photoshoot with Yvette at Bradley for a chicago magazine.  It was an interesting experience, kind of fun being a model, but I'm not sure how they don't blink with all those lights flashing in their eyes.  And the stuff I wore was weird but it was still fun. &lt;br /&gt;14. I was striving to have 15 things that happend..but I just can't think of 15.&lt;br /&gt;15. Yea, again, I can't think of 15 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is what has been happening in my life.  I really am going to try and update more often. :)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112757660975335528?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112757660975335528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112757660975335528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112757660975335528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112757660975335528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112663572006537214</id><published>2005-09-13T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:22:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JARED AND PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH</title><content type='html'>Wow. Jared met the President.  Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/JARED%26BUSH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/JARED%26BUSH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112663572006537214?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112663572006537214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112663572006537214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112663572006537214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112663572006537214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/jared-and-president-george-w-bush.html' title='JARED AND PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112655649040565678</id><published>2005-09-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:21:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post about my weekend.  Friday night I helped with the Hurricane Relief effort that my church has been doing and it was soo fun. It's soo fun to see how everyone (young and old) come together for a good cause and get tons done!!!  I ended up in bed so early and it was nice to finally get a whole nice sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the Congerville Fundfest.  I went to help Jared's mom at 12:30, then worked the first shift handing out drinks, then ate dinner.  it was a good time, even though Taryn makes fun of me for going. :) After the fundfest I laughed more then I have laughed in a very long time.  I went to Dairy Queen with Taryn Heather and Kelly and the Dairy Queen payphone was ringing.  I decided to answer it.  I said "Hello" and the girl at the other end asked me who this was and what I was doing, I got flustered and hung up.  It rang again. A boy answered and asked "Is Mike there?"  Taryn's witty response was, "Yes he is but he's in the shower right now, he'll be out in about five minutes."  The guy laughed and said "Oh, well who is this?" And again Taryn's witty response was "Princess"  The guy laughed again and said, "Well, princess, can you have Mike call me when he gets out of the shower this is Roger" and he gave Taryn a phone number to call. The conversation went on a little long as I was standing next to Taryn cracking up then it was done.  We were driving back to Taryn's and I thought it would be hilarious if Taryn called the number and said "Hey this is Mike, I think Roger called me."  Taryn wouldn't do it but when we got to her house, Gab called.  It was hilarious because the guy cracked up that we called him.  Then, Brooke got on the phone and we all laughed for ever.  She is absolutely hilarious.  She just kept asking him questions and he was laughing and the whole incident was childish, yet hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went boating with Taryn and the Brakers.  They made me tube.  I hate tubing.  It hurts.  I screamed the whole entrie time and yelled "This is not fun!!!"  Then Taryn left my tube for the other tube with Stephanie Braker and Whitney Braker and I was all alone and i got whipped out of the wake and screamed more.  It was not enjoyable but Taryn wouldn't come back on the tube and they kept pushing me away and laughing at me.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a quick update on my weekend. Love ya all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112655649040565678?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112655649040565678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112655649040565678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112655649040565678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112655649040565678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112624349395740511</id><published>2005-09-08T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:41:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Taryn is forcing me to post...just so you all know.  I am tired and dont' really want to but she's making me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to post about.  Nothing new and different is really going on in my life.  With Jared gone, I have a lot of free time on my hands that I don't know what to do with, ecspecially since Taryn is going to Purdue this weekend, who knows what I'll do with my weekend.  I never realized how much time I actually spend with Jared.  We do everything together, clean our rooms, study, run errands. I really miss not having him here, because my favorite times with him are our random times, like when we are doing the dishes or something weird like that.  I'm so thankful that God put him in my life and gave us our time together.  Thinking back, there is no reason at all the two of us should be together because we really didn't like each other at the beginning, but I'm so glad that I just followed God's plan and here I am.  I said I would never date a firefighter...here I am, I said I would never have a long distance relationship...here I am, and I could probably go on and on with the lists of here I ams.  But I won't.  I find myself worrying like crazy and I need to stop that.  Because I know God is in control and I have no reason to worry because he has a plan.  It's just hard sometimes not to worry.  But I really am working on it and everytime I find myself worrying, I pray for all the firefighters there and all their families and it makes me feel so much better because it reminds me God is with them right now in control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thursdays. I love them. I love being with people. I love all the speakers that come in and all their messages are so powerful.  They have all done an awesome job this year.  I love singing in the viaduct.  I love going to T's apartment and eating eating eating tons.  We went to Steak n Shake tonight and had fun.  Good times had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112624349395740511?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112624349395740511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112624349395740511' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112624349395740511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112624349395740511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112610030964932550</id><published>2005-09-07T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T06:38:29.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on Jared in New Orleans.  I talked to him a lot yesterday because they were stuck in Baton Rouge. Someone somewhere wouldn't let them into New Orleans for some reason or another.  So Jared kept calling saying "I'm going in it maybe two weeks til I talk to you" then I get a call two hours later saying "ahh we've been stuck but now we're going in" then two hours later "We're never going in, we're coming home" after that one i get real excited but then, "Ok we're really going in now" and we talked until we lost service.  So now he really is in New Orleans supposedly right now they are fighting structure fires, but I'm not really sure.  He said from 15 miles away it smelled so bad he could hardly take it and that wasn't even in the city yet.  I told him my wise bits of information from CNN, don't touch the water and ecspecially don't drink it or get it near his mouth and he was kind of insulted that i would even have to tell him that. he said "do you think I'm stupid". Oh well, I worry about him there.  I just keep watching CNN hopeing that I would catch a glimpse of him somewhere.  I haven't.  Well, I'm off to school, if I hear from him today, I'll update. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the fires in New Orleans... Jared wasn't here when they were taken but I still thought they were cool pictures!!  There will for sure be cool pictures when he gets home because he took his digital camera.... enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, keep praying because we know God will take care of these firefighters and use them to their best abilities to help all those that need help down there.  He's in control and we can trust he's with Jared and the other firefighters right now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/03.fire.aerial.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/03.fire.aerial.ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/09.fire.closeup.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/09.fire.closeup.ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/tz.02.aerial.wide.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/tz.02.aerial.wide.ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112610030964932550?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112610030964932550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112610030964932550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112610030964932550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112610030964932550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112595286919759152</id><published>2005-09-05T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T13:41:09.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My firefighter...</title><content type='html'>My firefighter left me.  Yesterday afternoon Jared thought he had a fire call and it ended up being a call that was maybe going to dispatch Woodford County firefighters down to New Orleans.  Jared was kind of excited because he kind of wanted to go but we thought that this dispatch was going to happen in the next couple weeks...we were wrong.  All day he and I helped with our church's hurricane project... www.1andonlyt.blogspot.com for that project.  We got home at like eight o clock and we were helping my dad out with some finishing touches on the project for the day... I was typing in my computer figures and dad was calling people while Jared sat and kept me company.  Next thing we know I was crying all night.  Jared got a call and I think it was his dad saying he was heading down to New Orleans in the morning and the crew was full so Jared couldn't go.  Jared came back in and was really disappointed and I knew he really wanted to go.  Five minutes later as Jared was on the phone talking to someone, his mom called our house and I answered.  She said she really needed to talk to Jared because there was a spot to go, and my heart just sunk.  I handed the phone to Jared and the next thing I knew he was going to New Orleans for 2 maybe 3 weeks with driving time.  We sat and said goodbye for like a half hour and then he was gone.  I bawled and bawled and baweled because at this point I had no clue what he was going to do, how long he was going to be gone and if he would even have phone service.  A half hour later he was back to say goodbye because the first time we just didn't talk enough and see each other enough.  He told me how excited yet nervous he was, then we said our goodbyes again.  This time he said bye to my parents and we had awhile to say bye.  And then again... he was gone.  So here I am a fit worrying about him and praying for him down there and bawling every second that I think about him down there.  I talked to him a few times today and he was just riding on fire trucks down there.  I found out they were staying in a tent city set up and that rumor was that Nextels had service.  So I guess all I can do is wait and see.  I know he's doing what he loves...being a firefighter and saving peoples lives...they need him down there more then I need him I guess, so all I can do is entrust that God is using him to his full abilities and helping people.  And of course this will be an experience of a lifetime for Jared, I'm sure he'll love it and I'll hear about this trip forever.  I'll keep you updated and please just pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112595286919759152?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112595286919759152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112595286919759152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112595286919759152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112595286919759152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-firefighter.html' title='My firefighter...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112575984645829402</id><published>2005-09-03T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:04:06.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>I know it had been forever since I have posted and now I'm going to try and keep up.  But I guess it's a good thing that I haven't been on because that means I have been using my time more wisely then sitting on the computer blogging all day I guess.  I actually do my homework this year and go to class... I know it would suprise you all that I usually don't do that kind of thing, but I do this year.  And I'm having a blast in my classes actually...except Music Appreciation because it is not in the least bit cool.  I play the violin, so sitting and learning what a scale is bores me out of my mind. Oh well, it's required.  Black and White Photography is going to be the best class ever. I love taking pictures and developing the film in the dark room. It's so cool to see a piece of paper with NOTHING on it turn into a picture...sometimes with tons of detail and color.  I think's it's pretty cool.  Then Typography is going to be boring but at least I'll be doing stuff I love.  It's basically just a graphic design class...right up my alley, and my teacher is the greatest. She knows that it's a boring class doing easy stuff so we just hang out the whole class period annnnnd she helped me with our business.  I learned of this very cool room at Bradley called the PRINTING ROOM where I can take all of Taryn and I's business stuff to be printed.  Fun! ANNNDDD my teacher kind of got me an internship which was so a Godthing because I was kind of looking for something to do on campus but I wasn't looking very hard because while i'm on campus I'm always so busy.  This teacher, while I was in the printing room with her, and I talked for awhile, then when I showed up in class that day she was like... I think you should go to Pam...a lady in the art building...and get this internship.  soo cool because I was looking but not that hard and this kind of just fell into place.  So I went over to Pam and she was so excited because I guess she was kind of getting desperate for someone because she couldnt' find anyone. So it was perfect.  I'm excited.  &lt;br /&gt;Back to my classes... then I have History of Photography, boring but interesting, Life Drawing...AHHH I DRAW NAKED PEOPLE...NOT FUN.  But I definately won't get into that because I could talk about it for hours. And finally orchestra.  I love orchestra because I love playing my violin.  It's so fun for us all to sit down and just play a gorgeous symphony.  Right now we are playing Mozart and I like Mozart so it's fun.  And my stand partner is pretty cool, so we sit and talk the whole time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time... I need more time I've decided.  I just don't have time to do something that I really like to do.  Like this year I would like to go to Worship@fullvolume because it's such an AWESOME (and look Taryn I used awesome right) experience.  I love praising God with all these people on campus who are like me.  I think it gets hard sometimes at a college campus ecspecially when you don't have many friends there, and the ones you do have drink a lot and live a life not like me.  Because I look around and feel like I'm the only one there who is different and who doesn't live a lifestyle like I do.  And it makes you feel really different.  But when you go to things like worship@fullvolume, I remember...oh yeah there are other christians on campus and I'm not alone in this on campus.  I can make friends who are like me.  And speaking of that I have.  It's so cool how God works at school sometimes because I was really worried about who I was going to be with at school and last year there was this other photography major and she is a christian.  I was hoping I would see her a lot because she's so fun to be with.  I got to all my classes and she is in all but like one or two...which is amazing how that worked out because these classes are offered a couple times.  So wow another Godthing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I have wrote enough for today.  And, Luke, it was within the three day time slot you gave me to post... so I am still officially a blogger aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to make an addition to my last post... Scott ate potato soup with Taryn and I at Ashley's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112575984645829402?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112575984645829402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112575984645829402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112575984645829402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112575984645829402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112564660833922321</id><published>2005-09-02T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:41:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at the T House</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here with Katelyn Thames and Taryn Kaiser and Tricia Plattner, and Emily Obergfel is laying on the floor, and it is most definitely two fourteen in the morning.  I have to get up   in five hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we did tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taryn and I ate potato soup and chicken croissants at Ashley Keifer and Kelsey Zehr's place.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to ISU bible study&lt;br /&gt;3. Sang under the viaduct&lt;br /&gt;4. Waited in the car and listened to music and told Taryn an embarassing story and she laughed&lt;br /&gt;5. Came back to the T house and made treatza pizzas thanks to Katelyn's ingredients (these are not bagels with sausages on them according to what Tricia thinks&lt;br /&gt;6. Decided to go rollerblading at midnight, but it never happened&lt;br /&gt;7. Video taped stories..actually video taped Tracy Zimmerman telling a lot of stories and us laughing... a lot&lt;br /&gt;8. Hung quote post its on the wall&lt;br /&gt;9. Katelyn got asked to go to a strip club by a drunk guy AND she got invited to a root beer kegger all in the same night&lt;br /&gt;10. I took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;11. Emily fell asleep on the floor at 2:20 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;12. Tricia decided to remove her toe nail polish at 2:20 but couldn't find the toe nail polish remover but didn't&lt;br /&gt;13. Taryn ran around crazily throughout the whole Crossings parking lot... haha just kidding but wouldn't it be funny if she did? I'm sure she would if someone paid her... oh wait, Tricia just offered to pay. There she goes...... she's so crazy..... haha just kidding again, but it would still be funny.&lt;br /&gt;14. Taryn freaking out about the crazy comment&lt;br /&gt;15. So basically, we never stopped laughing all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRISTI, TARYN, TRICIA, KATELYN, (and kind of Emily because she's asleep on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4519.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4527.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4545.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4524.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4552.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112564660833922321?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112564660833922321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112564660833922321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112564660833922321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112564660833922321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/09/night-at-t-house.html' title='Night at the T House'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112420660411996881</id><published>2005-08-16T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:36:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a really long time since I've blogged.  But the sad thing is, not much has happened since the last time I blogged. My life is pretty boring and I don't have much to talk about.  My summer job is done, I'm done lifeguarding for the summer, that means I don't have to be in the sun every second and fry my brain.  I am now currently unemployed.  This is the first time I've been unemployed since I've been 14. Crazy, but we'll see how it goes this semester.  I'm going to Tablerock in about 6.5 hours. Yea!! It'll be so fun and I'm so excited.  We're going with Todd and Wendy Braker and their kids and we're taking our boat so it's going to be mega fun.  Jared bought a digital camera last night and the guy at K's Merchendise messed up the whole ten percent off thing and only took 3 dollars off a 400 dollar ticket.  So we took it back in and I told the guy something was messed up and sure enough, he took off another 40 dollars.  Jared should be so thankful he has me because I saved him 40 dollars last night. :) Well, i realzize this is short and boring but I need to pack for Tablerock and then I'm helping Taryn move today. *sniff* I'm going to miss her but I think she's going to think of me everyday.  Everything in her apartment should remind her of me.  she has my old bedroom furniture, i helped her paint her kitchen chairs and bulliten board, I helped her load all of her couches from the living room, and the list goes on.  I'm well represented in the apartment.  Well, goodbye all and I'll blog about my trip when I get back on Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, here's Jared and I's first picture with his digital camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/jaredkristi%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/jaredkristi%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112420660411996881?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112420660411996881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112420660411996881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112420660411996881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112420660411996881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112356121070737929</id><published>2005-08-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:20:10.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought Taryn died...</title><content type='html'>Ok all.  It's eleven o six and I can finally sleep.  So tonight I decided to spend a night with Jared and then later go to MUST LOVE DOGS, with my dear friend Taryn at 10:40.  We thought it would be fun to go to a late movie.  Well, obviously it's eleven o seven and I am not at the movie.  I have had an interesting past two hours.  Jared and I got home from Olive Garden and I decided to text Taryn at about 8:30 and it said " R U excited for the movie?"  I never heard anything back... oh well Taryn's having fun and she doens't want me right now,  I thought.  So Jared and I went to Dairy Queen and got a butterfinger blizzard and it was good.  I decided to text Taryn again and I wrote... "R U still boating?" Because it was about 9:30ish and she said she would be done abou then.  About this time, I began to worry.  Ok you have to know me to understand this one.  I worry tooonnns about the people I love.  If they don't call me when they say they are going to call me I assume they are dead.  And I'm not joking.  I get nervous.  So Taryn is on a boat and it's dark so of course what do I think... she's dead and her phone is at the bottom of the river, that's why she's not texting me back or calling me.  At the beginning, it was just a little worrying.  So Jared was still here, we were watching country music videos, Sara Evans, Suds in the Bucket to be exact, and it was about 10:00 and I still hadn't heard from me dear friend Taryn.  During a previous phone call she had said "Kristi, I should be home about 9:00 or 9:30, I'll call you when I get done."  10:00 and no call.  Jared left and I told him I'd call him on his way home, cause I have been calling him on his way home for the past three years.  I like to make sure he gets home ok. (that's because of the worry factor again) I forgot to call Jared because I got sooo worried about Taryn (well, that's kind of a lie, I called him but he was already home and I usually call him on his way home, so I guess I didn't forget to call him, my call was just a little late due to worrying about Taryn).  I gave up text messenging Taryn and the calling began.  I called, she didn't answer, I called, she didn't answer, I called she didn't answer.  This went on a lot more.  Finally, I decided to take matters into my own hands.  I need to do something about this in case she is floating in the river somewhere.  I called her household.  It was 10:30 mind you and a little late to be calling one's house, but I love Taryn and did it anyways.  I got Taryn's dad and tried to stay calm and not worry them but it didn't really work.  I broke down and said " I'm really worried about Taryn because she always calls me if she's going to be late or if she's going to ditch me."  Her mother then gets on the phone and sounds a bit distressed and says " you know, I haven't heard from her in awhile and I was expecting to hear from her."  I say, just have her call me when she gets home.  I realized that tactic didn't work and went onto another one.  I began to search my cell phone for people who would know David Thames phone number.  i saw Heather's name and though ohh good idea Kristi, but nope her phone was turned off.  Next I saw Laura and tried that one.  Bingo, she had David's number.  i called it crossing my fingers that he answered because if he didn't I had it in my mind that they were at the bottom of the icky, gross Illinois River and who knows what I would have done next.  David answered and gave me Taryn and things were settled and I found out she was alive and well.  Taryn is home chatting with me on msn and I can now get a good nights sleep knowing she is not swimming with the fishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my chronic worry disorder... I think I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112356121070737929?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112356121070737929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112356121070737929' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112356121070737929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112356121070737929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-thought-taryn-died.html' title='I thought Taryn died...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112336148581215841</id><published>2005-08-06T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:51:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzie Samsung</title><content type='html'>So I met a really cool friend, her name is Suzie Samsung.  I love her sooo much.  I think we are going to be best friends.  Probably even closer friends with Taryn.  I'm going to introduce her to alll my friends and family, take her on vacations with me, take her to school and everthing. I love her.  She's going to know everything about me and my friends and Jared.  Jared will get to know her really well too. Everyone will because she is the coolest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Suzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/sam_sch330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/400/sam_sch330.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112336148581215841?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112336148581215841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112336148581215841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112336148581215841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112336148581215841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/08/suzie-samsung.html' title='Suzie Samsung'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112330112276576915</id><published>2005-08-05T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:16:45.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared Neil Zobrist</title><content type='html'>Post dedicated to my Jared... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Jared and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_1570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_1570.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/018_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/018_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Jared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and his green tea... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0179.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared skiing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from dinner with my boyfriend at Ruby Tuesdays and we were sititng here playing on the internet, we usually cheat at euchre on yahoo, how bad is that right?  He got on my computer and saw my blog. He didn't really know I was blogging and was kind of hurt I didn't tell him.  He was looking my blog over and became a little more hurt when he saw that under my "interests" lo and behold, there was Taryn's name and not his.  Now this may  not seem to be a huge deal but lately you see, I've been with Taryn every second of my life and my poor little Jared has kind of been left in the dust.  Taryn thinks that Jared is jealous of her, but I don't agree.  I just wanted to dedicate a whole post to my love.  Taryn doesn't have a whole post dedicated to her, but now you do.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112330112276576915?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112330112276576915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112330112276576915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112330112276576915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112330112276576915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/08/jared-neil-zobrist.html' title='Jared Neil Zobrist'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112312777325499409</id><published>2005-08-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:56:13.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Cont...</title><content type='html'>Ok my last post had perfect timing.  Tonight at Wednesday Church, Wayne Banwart from Champaign talked about the internet and the media.  Ok and it went perfectly along with this whole blogging issue.  I think it is sooo funny that some people are so "loyal" to their blogs.  Well, you loyal people, there is a disorder that you may have.  it's called IAD, also known as INTERNET ADDICTION DISORDER.  It is an actual disorder that can be diagnosed!!! It's not make-believe. So beware.  Wayne also talked about the time that we are putting into the internet.  Time is very valuable he said and we need to redeem it for it to be worth something.  He compared it to a coupon and said that a coupon is worth nothing (obviously because it's a piece of paper) if it's not REDEEMED. We need to treat our time the same way and redeem it with things that will be of value to us.  So is blogging of value?? Should we be spending hour after hour checking our blog and our friends blogs? Is it a waste of time or is it a valuable use of our time.  Thoughts to ponder.  Wayne also was talking about the internet at work.  Lots of us have jobs that require us to be on the internet or near the computer.  He said we need to make sure we are not spending that time, our work time, doing other things, maybe like blogging, while we are at work during that time.  I don't know just another thought because I sure get caught up in the internet and it's a nice reminder sometimes to remember the internet should not take up all of our time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at Taryn's house this week while her parents are gone and I have to say, she is not fun to spend the night with really.  She is quite the cuddler.  She confuses me for her pillow and things were not pretty.  I wake up to find her arms around me.  Now, I know she loves me, but holding me during the night, i just don't know.  So we woke up this morning, and what does she say to me, she says "Kristi, I think I woke up and I was really close to you because I confused you with my pillow."  Do I look like a pillow or even feel like a pillow, I think not but whatever.  And her house is a sauna.  I just sweat every second because there is no air conditioning, at least that's what I think.  I keep asking her to turn the air up but she doesn't.   So I woke up every hour just sweating in the sauna.  Hopefully tonight will go better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taryn just checked my post to make sure it was postable and not embarassing for her, and she started crying.  She is sitting over at her computer with tears in her eyes.  Some days I wonder about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  It's night two of the Taryn and Kristi living together and I need to go to bed because I'm tired.  Goodnight all and wish me luck in the cuddling sauna household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112312777325499409?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112312777325499409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112312777325499409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112312777325499409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112312777325499409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/08/blogging-cont.html' title='Blogging Cont...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112295768414653279</id><published>2005-08-01T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:41:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I think blogging is one of the funniest things ever.  People are completely loyal to their blogs and they check their blog and their friends blogs EVERY DAY EVERY HOUR.  I think it's hilarious.  I love it.  And I love reading everyone's blogs.  I hear about soooo many things, like googols or whatever, about someone's day, or like Taryn, I hear every detail of every thing she does... not that I don't already know because I'm with her or talking to her in some means every second of the day.  I starting my blog after Taryn and thought not one person would read it but oh no... there are loyal blog readers that will read the post and comment two minutes after I post and I love it.  You guys are cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... some even go as far as getting a blogging t-shirt. HILARIOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112295768414653279?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112295768414653279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112295768414653279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112295768414653279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112295768414653279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/08/blogging.html' title='Blogging...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112265137229112821</id><published>2005-07-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:36:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Eventful Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0371.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared's truck...REALLY STUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0388.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backhoe pulling Jared's truck out... except it wasn't working very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0392.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck is still stuck after about 40 some minutes and Brett is sitting there basically laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0398.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the huge rut that Jared's truck made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoe got soooooo muddy... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0406.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jared's truck is actually hanging off of a cliff size hill that was my brother's idea to go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0412.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the boys staring at the huge hill Casey's truck had to go up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/100_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/100_0416.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey's truck REALLY STUCK.. you could hardly see his tires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112265137229112821?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112265137229112821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112265137229112821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112265137229112821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112265137229112821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/07/pictures-from-eventful-night.html' title='Pictures from the Eventful Night'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112258439572538811</id><published>2005-07-28T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:59:55.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Lydia</title><content type='html'>I forget to tell about my little girl Lydia this morning in swim lessons. Ok that sounded funny. Anyways, I was teaching her in swim lessons this morning and she's sooo cute. She can barely touch and she's already passed up to level two.  I've been trying to get her to go off the diving board by herself all week and she finally did it today and it made me sooo happy.  Afterwards, she gave me a picture that she drew and a gift and said thanks for being her teacher. It was sooo sweet.  The picture was of me and her and the diving board. Just thought I'd share my sweet little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112258439572538811?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112258439572538811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112258439572538811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112258439572538811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112258439572538811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-lydia.html' title='Little Lydia'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112257465596515956</id><published>2005-07-28T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:22:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dumb brother...and boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Ok. So my brother is the dumbest boy I've ever met.... and you may think I'm being mean but when your done reading this blog you will completely agree with me.  So him and two friends went fishing in the mackinaw river last night. One of my parents friends has land.  I guess he got tired of standing while fishing (because the ground is really muddy and weedy and poison ivyey) So him and his three friends decide to bring his truck (it's basically a go-cart truck, a dodge dakota) down to the edge of the mackinaw.  Now this doesn't seem dumb at first glance but then when you see where this is you realize that's the stupidest thing ever.  You have to go down this really steep hill down into the muddy marshes.  I guess everything was ok until they decided to leave and my brother tried to turn around and his front wheels just sunk.  You couldn't even see his tires.  He was big time stuck.  So he calls my boyfriend and jared goes and tries to get him out.  Well, he's stupid too and took his truck down and guess what happend?? He got stuck too.  So there are two trucks stuck big time down by the river.  jared calls Brett and Brett looks at this hill and the mud and was like no way i'm going down there with  my truck.  So finally my brother called my dad.  My dad brings his big back hoe and takes 3 AND A HALF HOURS, to get both trucks out.  It was the funniest thing I have ever seen in  my entire life.  I think for Christmas I'm going to get Casey a lawn chair so he doesn't have to take his truck down by the river and get it stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... The Pictures from this event will come soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112257465596515956?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112257465596515956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112257465596515956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112257465596515956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112257465596515956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-dumb-brotherand-boyfriend.html' title='My dumb brother...and boyfriend'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112250239619369469</id><published>2005-07-27T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T15:13:16.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, Identity Crisis!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, So basically I just want everyone to know that Taryn is going through an identity crisis and we should all be praying for her because she's going through a really hard time.  Today as we were walking home from Dairy Queen with the whole Kaiser clan, Taryn picked up a fallen brach (from the huge scary storm yesterday) and claimed to be a tree.  She looked at me (seriously) and said "Kristi, I am a tree, I really look like a tree, don't I?"  I gave her a confused look and said flat out, "no, Taryn, you do not look like you are a tree." So of course we ask her 5 year old nephew if she looks like a tree and of course he says she does and laughs.  This whole time Taryn is dead serious thinking that somehow she has magically turned into a tree.  We walk a little farther, and Noah starts hitting Taryn with another fallen brach (again, from the huge scary storm).  Taryn looks at me and says... "see Kristi, I really do look like a tree, Noah thinks I'm a tree".  Taryn is serious.  So I am really worried about my dear friend Taryn and ask that everyone please pray for her to make it through this small identity crisis she is going through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Taryn and I obviously love Dairy Queen. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of us last year at this time at Dairy Queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_1508.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of us this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4352.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've changed a little bit from then.  Mostly just the hair has changed... mine has gotten longer... and Taryn's has gotten shorter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture is just funny because Taryn inhales Dairy Queen.  Everyone orders a sundae, a dilly, nope not Taryn.  She orders a Brownie Earthquake which is just ginormous. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/1600/IMG_4355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2479/1342/320/IMG_4355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well I'm out.  Gotta check on me ebay order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112250239619369469?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112250239619369469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112250239619369469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112250239619369469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112250239619369469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-no-identity-crisis.html' title='Oh no, Identity Crisis!!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112241753769995523</id><published>2005-07-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:38:57.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms</title><content type='html'>I hate storms.  The clouds are very eeeerie and scare me.  I was at the pool praying for rain so I could get done early because it was hot and at 4:30, the time I was done working, the sirens went off.  I was so scared and I made someone follow me home because how scary would it be to be driving and be sucked up by a tornado.  What would you even do? You're alive most the time while your just spinning circles... no thanks.  And lightning is scary too.  Being Electricuted would not be fun.  Storms themselves just scare me.  They all go the same way though. I run home away from the storm, into my basement, turn the scanner on and listen to them spot imaginary funnel clouds that never really come around.  I just freak myself out for nooo reason. Oh well.  My mom even brought my dog downstairs because she was afraid of a tornado. Well, the storms over and I'm getting out of the basement!!! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112241753769995523?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112241753769995523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112241753769995523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112241753769995523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112241753769995523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/07/storms.html' title='Storms'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725443.post-112204780872606495</id><published>2005-07-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T08:56:48.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F irst Time Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>Well, This is my first time on this whole blog thing.  I got to reading Taryn's long books of a post and decided it kind of looked like fun.  I actually really enjoy reading Taryn's and figured it could be some fun to talk about my boring life even if no one reads it.  So, I'll try it for awhile and see how it goes... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14725443-112204780872606495?l=kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/feeds/112204780872606495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14725443&amp;postID=112204780872606495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112204780872606495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14725443/posts/default/112204780872606495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristislifejustasitis.blogspot.com/2005/07/f-irst-time-bloggin.html' title='F irst Time Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09548750660646568768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNJltLKldec/SKWXev7C8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/od_uOmTlDzw/S220/kprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
