<?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-338765906595895165</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:02:32.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C - Katelyn blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-3782541072394680033</id><published>2009-08-01T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:19:00.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last friday me, Jayne, and her sister in-laws ran a 10 K in Salt Lake for the 24th of July. It was really fun and I finished it about 7 minutes faster than I was shooting for. That could have been because half of the race was downhill... but that is besides the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTn6gxmudI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uJkEsHbdBOs/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365168048521525714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTn6gxmudI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uJkEsHbdBOs/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it obvious which one is my sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTnvMWAq3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cjdPpyXKUZw/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365167854058515314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTnvMWAq3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cjdPpyXKUZw/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so fun running with Jayne while she was here. She is one of the ONLY people I can run with. We have about the same pace and we both listen to music and understand that we don't need to talk, just enough to push eachother to keep going. Its the second race we have done together and we have both made alot of progress in the past few months. Hopefully our next race together will be the goofy half marathon in Disney World... we can dream big, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-3782541072394680033?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3782541072394680033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-friday-me-jayne-and-her-sister-in.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3782541072394680033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3782541072394680033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-friday-me-jayne-and-her-sister-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTn6gxmudI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uJkEsHbdBOs/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-2264875363856363159</id><published>2009-08-01T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:09:37.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crooks</title><content type='html'>Jayne and her kids drove out to Idaho a few weeks ago. Thats right, they drove all the way from Missouri, to Idaho, just Jayne and her five kids. Her hubby had to stay behind and study for medical boards. But she did it and I'm sooo glad she did. I love spending time with her and her family. I didn't take nearly enough pictures while they were here, but one day we went up to Heise and did a little hike and had a cook out, and luckily I did have my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlkUA2uZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sh4ecVWMAPA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365165468115450258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlkUA2uZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sh4ecVWMAPA/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlXnIBNtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0axHhAtNHQM/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365165249907472082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlXnIBNtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0axHhAtNHQM/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlC7hIbEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JGp6nDchML0/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365164894604258370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlC7hIbEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JGp6nDchML0/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTk3TCfA_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECNJg4D_t7I/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365164694759736306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTk3TCfA_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECNJg4D_t7I/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crook Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365165678416654306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlwjckb-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/dGYT80x4jnY/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture was taken a few days later at the zoo. A kangaroo got loose so Cory and Landon played with it. That is the only decent picture I got that day... and I don't even want to attempt to figure out how to flip this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-2264875363856363159?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2264875363856363159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/crooks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/2264875363856363159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/2264875363856363159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/crooks.html' title='Crooks'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTlkUA2uZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sh4ecVWMAPA/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-7735450401797147317</id><published>2009-08-01T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:57:26.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Cory took me on a wonderful date. We went up to the mountains and cooked hot dogs, brautworst (which I didn't think I would like, but LOVED), roasted marshmellows, and watched a movie. He even got all fancy on me and brought sparkling cidar. I guess his mom played a big part in helping him plan... but either way I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365163489131931282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTjxHuappI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OoptiGG1WOo/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTjnyd6goI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xner8RtYPfA/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365163328806748802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTjnyd6goI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xner8RtYPfA/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTjdfRFvgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nRi1Wjd8fHk/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365163151853993474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTjdfRFvgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nRi1Wjd8fHk/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-7735450401797147317?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7735450401797147317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/7735450401797147317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/7735450401797147317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTjxHuappI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OoptiGG1WOo/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-267625716155463751</id><published>2009-08-01T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:48:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I do realize that the 4th of July was almost a month ago, but I've become tired of having a blog so I'm just now posting about it. Everyone has gone on and on about how the 4th is the best Holiday of the year, and they are right. Its the highlight of summer. Cory and I had a great day. We went to the parade, boating, hung out with Ben and Jena, and went to the fireworks. Here are just a few pictures. Enjoy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365158991133116690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTfrTX7iRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wHG49jcTNZ8/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At the parade&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTf1hAOlaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wpuHsf9Uhls/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365159166590490018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTf1hAOlaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wpuHsf9Uhls/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting from the dock (sissy). I just love his AWESOME sense of style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365159928301336450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTgh2mPt4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YjxUFzeNAkE/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tried uploading a short video of Cory doing some kind of flip on his wake board, but I couldn't get it onto my blog. Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-267625716155463751?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/267625716155463751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/267625716155463751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/267625716155463751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-time-gone.html' title='Long time gone'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SnTfrTX7iRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wHG49jcTNZ8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-6017585875598266949</id><published>2009-07-02T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:49:01.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Competition</title><content type='html'>The Beck familyhas a dog named Sage. Sage &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;lets me have Cory to myself. The following pictures are not staged, I really did just happen to have my camera sitting right by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354037267849422690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sk1chzheJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xptDzDqYUN0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354037261754772658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sk1chc0ZLLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1y-mizVY26Q/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even hold his hand without interferance! I really like this dog, but I did not think I was going to have this much competition to deal with. This next picture was taken in the winter time when we were driving home from Logan. Sage was supposed to be in the back seat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354037273062096338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sk1ciG8RPdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5N-dpEnMI5c/s400/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just unfortunate that Sage gets to live with Cory... it makes it lots harder for me, but I won't give up! Someday he will have to choose between us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-6017585875598266949?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6017585875598266949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-competition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/6017585875598266949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/6017585875598266949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-competition.html' title='My Competition'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sk1chzheJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xptDzDqYUN0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-3213679442308314892</id><published>2009-06-15T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:54:14.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer!</title><content type='html'>Mom-&lt;br /&gt;I don't swear. Sometimes I type swear words, but I would &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;say them out loud. So don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... I know you can somehow make it so your blog is "private" so people your not "friends" with can't read it, and I know my previous post may have scared a few of you naive bloggers that didn't know random people read your blog, but please, please don't make yours private. It would greatly disappoint me. What else would I do at 11 p.m? And honestly, who makes a blog, or should I say BRAG spot, and doesn't actually want people to read it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-3213679442308314892?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3213679442308314892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/disclaimer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3213679442308314892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3213679442308314892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer!'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-3231968161849334010</id><published>2009-06-15T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:46:17.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT a blog stalker</title><content type='html'>EVERYONE is a blog stalker! If your reading my blog right now, your a blog stalker. You stalk your friends, of course, then you stalk people who your not friends with, but you know them, and they know you. THEN, you stalk those that you know OF, but don't really know, and then you stalk those that you have never even heard, but your bored and they post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;However, there is that one un-spoken rule to blog stalking. You never admitt that you stalk someone that your not really good friends with. example?&lt;br /&gt;You run into to someone at the grocery store. They fall into the "you know them, they know you, but your not friends" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say "hi! how are you? long time no see."&lt;br /&gt;you say "great, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;they say"great, did you hear I got married last year!"&lt;br /&gt;you say "...(I knew that, it was July 12 to be exact. you had 4 bridesmaids, and their dresses looked terrible)... No way congrats! I had &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea."&lt;br /&gt;they say "Yeah I'm so happy. I have a blog you should check it out, then we could keep in touch better!"&lt;br /&gt;you say "... (no shit you have a blog, I have been reading it faithfully for the past year)... I didn't know you had a blog! You will have to give me the address, I bet its fun to read!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point. For some reason, it's fun knowing about other's lives. Creepy, yes, but we all do it, so that makes it ok right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-3231968161849334010?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3231968161849334010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-not-blog-stalker.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3231968161849334010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3231968161849334010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-not-blog-stalker.html' title='I am NOT a blog stalker'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-4569236315744770960</id><published>2009-06-10T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:52:18.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>Last week I went for a much needed trip down to Arizona to spend time with the Dursts. Lyndsey and Brian sure know how to treat a guest! We did lots of shopping, sight seeing, swimming, biking, and of course Max and Lily kept me very entertained. Max talks non-stop, and is so stinkin funny. He sings a beautiful rendition of "On Top of Spaghetti." He says wonderful bedtime prayers, told me I look pretty, loves his girlfriend Indy (his dog), and talks about his weiner often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is such a squishy little girl and knows that she is a princess. She gives french kisses (gross, but really cute) and never stops moving! We went swimming and I never saw her get more excited than she was when splashing in the water. They really made the trip so much fun! Oh, Lynds and Brian did too. Here are a few pictures of my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_fEFr8TlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YzUQCo2ZDqU/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345736544051023442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_fEFr8TlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YzUQCo2ZDqU/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345736538632621138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_fDxgGDFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pgjEQP6pi4I/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345736533411374962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_fDeDQJ3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0bWT7CMww_w/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345735204491824594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_d2HcJDdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ymi8OqtgKEo/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345735194609507218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_d1ioA25I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hbRkKJvk5HY/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345735196872657778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_d1rDly3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OZnuzyqGOwU/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345733181703961170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_cAX97ulI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_4MPJnM1vmc/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345733179339359746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_cAPKKxgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nIByS01-Mb8/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345733169041435218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_b_oy86lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HRgojB8Lvog/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345736955282458946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_fcBpKCUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qFWPBvb4z0U/s400/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night while I was there I was able to get together with Kenzie and Brooke, two of my closest friends from Massage Therapy school. Brooke was in from California, and Kenzie lives in Mesa. It was so fun to catch up with them, we went to dinner in Tempe, and had such a good time. I really miss those girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the fun trip Durst family! I can wait to see you guys again in July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-4569236315744770960?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4569236315744770960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/arizona.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/4569236315744770960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/4569236315744770960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Si_fEFr8TlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YzUQCo2ZDqU/s72-c/068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-2185609539914836855</id><published>2009-05-31T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:52:38.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week me and Cory were going to a movie, but as we drove by Sportsmans Warehouse we saw a girl selling some of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342230986911567474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SiNqxzryznI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xKwexx_Hs-4/s200/black-lab-puppy-face-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a big mistake to stop and hold the little puppies. I want one soooo bad, but because I'm 21 years old, and live in my parents basement... I have to ask them permission for &lt;em&gt;everything. &lt;/em&gt;They gave me a big fat hell no, claiming that they already got stuck with the kitty I wanted a decade ago. All I can think about lately is having my own dog. I would want someone else to train him, and clean up after him, and buy his food, but other than that, I would take care of him like my own child. Someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-2185609539914836855?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2185609539914836855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/2185609539914836855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/2185609539914836855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-idea.html' title='Bad Idea'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SiNqxzryznI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xKwexx_Hs-4/s72-c/black-lab-puppy-face-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-1781917677147614066</id><published>2009-05-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:00:36.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Spoils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday was the big 21 for me. I LOVE my birthday. I always have an awesome day, and this year was one of the best, partly because I got these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340544284118742290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sh1suyIj9RI/AAAAAAAAADk/KLLDW8GKGHI/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340545565463433122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sh1t5Xg8T6I/AAAAAAAAADs/wGy6C-MRYVM/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cory got me the Keens. I needed a new pair of good shoes that I could wear to work, and a pair of shoes that I could wear in the water. Now I have two in one! He says they are my "fishing" shoes, I say "work" shoes, but really I just wear them all the time no matter what I'm doing. He also got me (with the help of his cute mom and sister) some jewelry and Victoria's Secret lotion, body wash, and splash. I smell awesome right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wonderful parents got me the heart rate monitor. I had been wanting one for months! I strap the band around my rib cage and it relays info to my watch to tell me what my heart rate is, calories I burned, laps, etc. I'm so excited about it! My dad also made me the best baby back ribs southeast Idaho has ever seen. He could really put Outback out of business if he wanted... and I have been eating the BEST icecream cake for breakfast all week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was such a great day. I didn't have to work so Cory's dad took us down the river in his boat, and even though I didn't catch ONE stupid fish, I loved sitting in the sun relaxing. I got to talk to almost all of my siblings, except for Charlie who doesn't always have access to electricity, and Jayne, who called a day late... I still love her though. The only thing that could have made the day better would be Lyndsey and Brian being around. It's the first birthday they missed since they got married, and I didn't realize how much I miss having them around. But only one more week and I'm off to Arizona to play with those suckers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-1781917677147614066?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1781917677147614066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-spoils.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/1781917677147614066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/1781917677147614066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-spoils.html' title='Birthday Spoils'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sh1suyIj9RI/AAAAAAAAADk/KLLDW8GKGHI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-6029181687660590367</id><published>2009-05-13T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:35:48.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things to be proud of...</title><content type='html'>First of all, a shout out to my Mom for Mother's Day! I was the only child of hers to be home, so we partied all day long... my mom is one bad ass... and will kill me for swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, congrats to Lauren Lufkin who just had her first baby! She is a beautiful little girl, and I can't wait to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third of all, Cory's little sister Allie just finished dental assisting school! Now she is all grown up and a college graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, my sissy-in-law Jena just finished her nursing program! I bet my brother is so excited for her to get a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just surrounded by all these hardworkers. I'm proud of you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-6029181687660590367?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6029181687660590367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-things-to-be-proud-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/6029181687660590367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/6029181687660590367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-things-to-be-proud-of.html' title='A few things to be proud of...'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-3441038284671967061</id><published>2009-04-29T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:35:34.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday Brandi Buckley left on a mission to Brazil. LAME. Summertime is coming and it's reminding me of all the fun times Brandi and I had last summer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would run together (she kept my fat butt in shape)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330208783116990626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sfi0pcha-KI/AAAAAAAAADE/371d7bme-Jo/s200/katelyn%27s+pictures+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swim together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330209496800821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sfi1S_M6AfI/AAAAAAAAADM/jxPReESQRP0/s200/katelyn%27s+pictures+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;date together...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330209943650846370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sfi1s_2QRqI/AAAAAAAAADU/VFuz1dH8JX8/s200/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that was pretty much all I did last summer. It was great! But I'm going to miss Brandi ALOT. I have my home girls in rexburg, and Cory is moving home tomorrow (yay!) and I'm so glad to have them, but it was SO nice to have someone that loved doing all the same things I loved and was always wanting to hang out with me. Plus, Cory just doesn't care about stupid gossip, shopping, and getting a tan. He can be so lame... but it did always helped that our boyfriends at the time were buddies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ya Brandi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. if your a lonely girl out there, well actually just in Idaho, give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-3441038284671967061?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3441038284671967061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-lonely.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3441038284671967061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3441038284671967061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-lonely.html' title='So lonely'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Sfi0pcha-KI/AAAAAAAAADE/371d7bme-Jo/s72-c/katelyn%27s+pictures+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-3736768708263731780</id><published>2009-04-26T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:40:30.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm dating a boy. This may or may not be a picture of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfTS_nR304I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JpNxAVl8z98/s1600-h/276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329116249403675522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfTS_nR304I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JpNxAVl8z98/s320/276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hates blogs. He never even reads mine! But he is kinda cute, so I wanted to post a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-3736768708263731780?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3736768708263731780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheesy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3736768708263731780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/3736768708263731780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheesy.html' title='Cheesy'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfTS_nR304I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JpNxAVl8z98/s72-c/276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-7814028467627212067</id><published>2009-04-25T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:56:38.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my older brother Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfLAfWhe9II/AAAAAAAAABs/h4kR5q_HLt4/s1600-h/an_elated_matty%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328532953987216514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfLAfWhe9II/AAAAAAAAABs/h4kR5q_HLt4/s320/an_elated_matty%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When me and Matt were growing up, we would ALWAYS fight. All the time. It never stopped. And I'm finally willing to give in with the reason why. After all these years, I will let the truth come out... jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Matt has always had what I want. All the time! Need an example? Exihibit A: As we speak, Matt is packing his bags to go to China for the month. He is not only going to China, but has been all over South America, and lived all over the U.S. I have been nowhere. Never even left the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me unbelievably jealous that he has had so many AWESOME experiences, and it makes me even more jealous that he has the guts to do everything he does. However, even though I will just stay here, in Idaho Falls, doing nothing... I'm so happy for him. I admire how brave he is, and he really deserves what he gets. He works his butt off, and it shows (it really does, he is very skinny). I'm so proud of him and his talents. Have fun and remember I love you. And you will be coming home right before my birthday... peace easy sleezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfK_z-fgf3I/AAAAAAAAABk/azpGsPCLby0/s1600-h/n193306040_31967842_2498%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328532208802103154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfK_z-fgf3I/AAAAAAAAABk/azpGsPCLby0/s320/n193306040_31967842_2498%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-7814028467627212067?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7814028467627212067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-older-brother-matt-when-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/7814028467627212067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/7814028467627212067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-older-brother-matt-when-me.html' title='This is my older brother Matt'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SfLAfWhe9II/AAAAAAAAABs/h4kR5q_HLt4/s72-c/an_elated_matty%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-2676973406626484373</id><published>2009-04-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:41:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes i just have this uncontrolable craving for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://craigbryson.com/files/Golden%2520Arches.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://craigbryson.com/tags/nu-skin-products&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=143&amp;amp;tbnid=wWl3hJKTD5Iq7M::&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DPicture%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmcdonalds%2Bgolden%2Barches&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__ZwmAY3lMaCC31wVtLGMMKwiWhu0=&amp;amp;ei=iIDuSfPwNpfisgPH_6jgAQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://craigbryson.com/files/Golden%2520Arches.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://craigbryson.com/tags/nu-skin-products&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=143&amp;amp;tbnid=wWl3hJKTD5Iq7M::&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DPicture%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmcdonalds%2Bgolden%2Barches&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__ZwmAY3lMaCC31wVtLGMMKwiWhu0=&amp;amp;ei=iIDuSfPwNpfisgPH_6jgAQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Se6BCmjbnTI/AAAAAAAAABU/eNHTz4RdOJw/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327337290934754610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Se6BCmjbnTI/AAAAAAAAABU/eNHTz4RdOJw/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://craigbryson.com/files/Golden%2520Arches.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://craigbryson.com/tags/nu-skin-products&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=143&amp;amp;tbnid=wWl3hJKTD5Iq7M::&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DPicture%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmcdonalds%2Bgolden%2Barches&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__ZwmAY3lMaCC31wVtLGMMKwiWhu0=&amp;amp;ei=iIDuSfPwNpfisgPH_6jgAQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://craigbryson.com/files/Golden%2520Arches.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://craigbryson.com/tags/nu-skin-products&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=143&amp;amp;tbnid=wWl3hJKTD5Iq7M::&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DPicture%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmcdonalds%2Bgolden%2Barches&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__ZwmAY3lMaCC31wVtLGMMKwiWhu0=&amp;amp;ei=iIDuSfPwNpfisgPH_6jgAQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Embarrassing, I know. But when this craving comes on, I choose not to fight it. Why should I fight it? Because its fat producing, artery clogging, heart attack causing crap? OK, good reason, but it still doesn't stop me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure why i'm blogging about this. Mabye because the novalty of having a blog has already worn off and I'm stumped as to what I'm supposed to write about. Or maybe it's because I feel I need to get this off my chest, because when I do give into my temptation, it haunts me for days... But even though I'm taking the time to share my secret on the internet, it will not stop me from ducking my head as pull up to the drive through, and pray that nobody see's me (even though whoever saw me would be eating there as well... ) Anyway, all this talk about food has made me hungry. I'm going to taco bell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-2676973406626484373?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2676973406626484373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-confession.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/2676973406626484373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/2676973406626484373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-confession.html' title='Secret Confession'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Se6BCmjbnTI/AAAAAAAAABU/eNHTz4RdOJw/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-5122997342664687155</id><published>2009-04-17T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:28:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to rexburg the other night to spend some quality time with former roomie and BFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeicXsEsFlI/AAAAAAAAABE/lNfNCzAQhA0/s1600-h/3149_574618539614_193302243_33397434_5530984_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325678490147362386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeicXsEsFlI/AAAAAAAAABE/lNfNCzAQhA0/s320/3149_574618539614_193302243_33397434_5530984_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeicXsEsFlI/AAAAAAAAABE/lNfNCzAQhA0/s1600-h/3149_574618539614_193302243_33397434_5530984_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&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;Brittany Holm (AKA tit) has recently become the knew cool person to blog about! Who would have known? She is a 23 year old blond beauty, who happens to own a Wii, love Nordstroms, and is so fun to be with. She brightened up one very bad day, and I'm so glad that i'm living in Idaho now and get to see more of her. While in the 'burg, we chose to dine at Bajios, and then caught a flick. "New in Town" is a must see, and its at the dollar theater. Even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Seic_eetRTI/AAAAAAAAABM/y_qqNPtujss/s1600-h/3149_574618544604_193302243_33397435_4310658_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325679173693162802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/Seic_eetRTI/AAAAAAAAABM/y_qqNPtujss/s320/3149_574618544604_193302243_33397435_4310658_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows a movie just isn't the same without candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get home until 11:30 that night. 11:30! Thats the latest I have been out in about... 3 or 4 weeks. Boy was I tired the next day! Love ya titters. Can't wait for our next date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-5122997342664687155?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5122997342664687155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/reunited.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/5122997342664687155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/5122997342664687155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/reunited.html' title='Reunited'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeicXsEsFlI/AAAAAAAAABE/lNfNCzAQhA0/s72-c/3149_574618539614_193302243_33397434_5530984_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-264338858449148656</id><published>2009-04-14T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:35:27.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missouri: The Show Me State</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went on vacation last week. While I was gone, I fell in love... &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeTCLEzOtrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/05_vxIu_y4Q/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324594154981734066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeTCLEzOtrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/05_vxIu_y4Q/s320/249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeTCLEzOtrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/05_vxIu_y4Q/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeTCLEzOtrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/05_vxIu_y4Q/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeTCLEzOtrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/05_vxIu_y4Q/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With these two boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These mischevious, hyperactive, brown eyed babes stole my heart. They are quick to laugh, see no need to wear clothes, have more energy than one can of rockstar, and they loooove me too! Do they love me because I let them stay up way past bed time? Maybe. Is it because i give them M&amp;amp;Ms for dinner? Maybe. All I care about is these fun loving boys are the cutest in the world, and they are my nephews.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeTCLEzOtrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/05_vxIu_y4Q/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-264338858449148656?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/264338858449148656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/missouri-show-me-state.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/264338858449148656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/264338858449148656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/missouri-show-me-state.html' title='Missouri: The Show Me State'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rh6Wj4xiKzc/SeTCLEzOtrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/05_vxIu_y4Q/s72-c/249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338765906595895165.post-6941316587856538053</id><published>2009-04-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:59:31.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new on the block...</title><content type='html'>I did it. I finally decided to give in to temptation and create my very own blogspot. Why? Why not! No kids, not married, what do i have to brag about? You'll see... you will all see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338765906595895165-6941316587856538053?l=wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6941316587856538053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-on-block.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/6941316587856538053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338765906595895165/posts/default/6941316587856538053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwckatelynblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-on-block.html' title='new on the block...'/><author><name>Katelyn T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034821672594604311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
