<?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-3182890002687754858</id><updated>2012-02-13T10:41:59.403-07:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TS3rLpz1g9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/wuanuZiZW6k/s320/164023_819337084929_17808598_42187010_8362532_n.jpg'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq1sHmcRzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KUv_RLOnEpA/s320/23462_354607146332_510606332_4141601_7486453_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>Kaycie as a Foster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3219282201975626433</id><published>2012-02-13T10:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:41:59.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somber Moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the past few days have definitely had some somber moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some happy ones as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, these somber moments help remind me of how precious this life is and how we can make our lives worthwhile every, single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, Whitney Houston died on Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex and I were at our Stake's Valentine's Dinner.  Just as I walked in the door I got a text from my friend, Kate.  It said: "Whitney Houston is dead.  I hope you are coping."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I stopped dead (no pun intended) in my tracks to process what I just read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, WHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the same gut wrenching feeling I got when Michael Jackson died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now a lot of you probably think I'm pathetic for being so attached to people like Whitney and MJ, but I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are icons to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did there personal lives suck?  Well...yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I look at them that's not what I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see MJ's amazing moves and I hear Whitney's superstar voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I immediately youtubed Super Bowl 1991 to watch Whitney sing the national anthem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look it up.  It will change you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't already love this great country...you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started crying.  Alex made fun.  Then I quickly (perhaps scoldingly) reminded him that if Ben Folds died today he would probably cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stopped making fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RIP, Whitney.  Your talent will live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, the next day we get to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sitting all settled in the pew and excited for the choir to sing because they sound REALLY good, even though there's only 6 of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then our Stake President gets up and has the nerve to tell us our Bishop is getting released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again...what, WHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOOOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bishop Sonnenberg is literally the best Bishop I have EVER had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was one of the best things about moving to SLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He made me feel like I was his daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He always cared, always listened, and he would even compliment me on my outfits. (Who does that?  Oh yeah...my Bishop does.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He remembered anything I would tell him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He would have us over to his house for open houses, firesides, and dinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He and his wife are an amazing couple and examples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He helped me feel at ease with being in SLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again...I started crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never cried over someone getting released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I know calls (both callings and releasings) are from Heavenly Father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well yes...of course.  But it was/is so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our new Bishop seems cool, but he definitely has some hard shoes to fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bishop told me we could always show up on his doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope he knows we're going to take him up on that offer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, my mother called me up this morning to tell me one of my childhood friends died last night from an asthma attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah was one of those people who had a contagious personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was always fun to be around and always thinking of something crazy to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, she was always stubborn and hard headed sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of those being not listening to the doctors to get her asthma under control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Plus her smoking was not helping...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so much for her mother, Janice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah's dad died a few years back and then Janice battled cancer shortly after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janice has just been through a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could go give her a hug and tell her everything WILL be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for now I can pray for her and send positive vibes her way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As with any sort of death of someone you know, you start to reflect back on good times you had with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite memory with Sarah is when I was in 6th grade.  We were both home schooled at that time and our moms had us together a lot for extra curricular activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were together and decided to make some music videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First up...Spice Girls.  We got allll decked out.  (I was Baby Spice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we did Backstreet Boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah put make up on her chest and arm pits to make it look like she had hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were getting cleaned up she COULD NOT get the makeup out of her arm pits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to SCRUB them so hard with face wash, but nothing was working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her arm pits had a shade of black for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I had that video with me so I could watch them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only thing I can do now is remember how this life is a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to tell people how much I appreciate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to make each day as fulfilling as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I need to go to Bishop Sonnenberg's...I already miss him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE Y'ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3219282201975626433?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3219282201975626433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3219282201975626433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3219282201975626433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3219282201975626433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2012/02/somber-moments.html' title='Somber Moments...'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-8675893977713500716</id><published>2012-02-03T20:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T20:47:32.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little dancer, Gracie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I currently am teaching 2 hip hop classes at 2 different studios in Bountiful, and will add on 2 more come March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One is called &lt;a href="http://www.groovedance.net/"&gt;Groove: The Dance Studio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should click on that site and then go to faculty.  I'm there.  Yep, that's right.  I'm official. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other studio I teach at is called Dance Impressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece, Isabelle, dances there and my sister-in-law, Brittany, teaches there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thankfully I had some hook ups and am now there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the claim to fame I love: Sabra, the winner from SYTYCD 4, went to Dance Impressions.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not THAT official yet to make it on their website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho, I was teaching at Dance Imp. this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love that class.  They're in elementary/middle school, but pretty advanced for their age.  They pick up on new moves quickly and are a joy to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today they asked me if they could do the "Hoedown Throwdown" and then if I knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(First in my head I was like, "Duh, I know that dance!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Gracie (who rocks it, btw) goes (with much exasperation towards the other dancers): "Kaycie knows everything!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I about died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully Gracie always thinks that and I don't let her down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-8675893977713500716?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/8675893977713500716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=8675893977713500716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8675893977713500716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8675893977713500716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-little-dancer-gracie.html' title='My little dancer, Gracie.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3987491588299141155</id><published>2012-01-23T10:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:40:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-ging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my dear friend, McKell, (who is on a mission in ITALY!) made up this things she calls "Blah-ging."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's you blogging about your blah/random thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hence...Blah-Ging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided I'd like to give it a try because well...I want to blog today, I'm just hanging out in the living room at work because a girl is on sick bed and can't go to school, and I don't have anything specific I want to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I may have gotten teary eyed when I watched my husband bless the Sacrament in church yesterday.  Something about him using his Priesthood, being so adorable, mixed with it being that time of the month made me emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I played the card game "speed" with a girl at work for over an hour.  It was glorious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I really want a pet.  Blast apartments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I have not had sugar for 3 weeks.  THREE weeks, people.  That's the longest I've ever gone.  No cakes, cookies, pastries, candies, etc. for me.  It's actually getting pretty easy to say no to things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I have officially mastered chicken tacos and chicken parmesan.  They are dang good.  I am proud. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- It snowed.  As long as it stays out of the road, we're fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm working on my Audrey Hepburn puzzle.  It's about 1/4 done.  I la la la LOVE it!  I think I'm going to frame it so I can always look at her pretty face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- We played Phase 10 with Leah and Bryon on Friday night.  Alex couldn't even remember how to play when we started and yet he ended up winning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I go to NYC in 5 months!! (and counting...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Justin Bieber has earrings now.  Ew.  AWFUL.  He was cuter before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I am so so so so sad that Romney lost the South Carolina Primary.  I'm even more sad that Gingrich won it!  The only semi nice thing is that my home county gave Romney more votes than the other candidates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I heard on the radio this morning that Heidi Klum &amp;amp; Seal are getting a divorce.  Sad.  I liked them together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm reading &lt;i&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/i&gt; again since the new version is coming to the big screen in December!  CAN NOT WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- We leave for AZ on Thursday and I'm so excited!  HELLO family and sunshine for the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm really hoping my future home is going to shape up to look just how I've planned it on Pinterest.  That'd be lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I think I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Yep, that's all I can think to blah-g about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Monday, y'all!  Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3987491588299141155?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3987491588299141155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3987491588299141155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3987491588299141155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3987491588299141155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2012/01/blah-ging.html' title='Blah-ging'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-6686411562347792047</id><published>2012-01-17T12:23:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:13:03.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disclaimer: I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; my husband.  He is the best thing to ever happen to me and I am so grateful he is my best friend.  I am happily married and seriously cannot imagine my life without him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, moving to Salt Lake has been very hard.  I am a social person.  I thrive off of relationships.  I crave spending time with people, especially with my girlfriends.  I know SLC isn't even that far away from Provo, but it's far enough that I can't see my friends as often as I want to, so sometimes I get a little down.  Poor Alex has to deal with it and when I get sad...he gets sad.  So he just holds me in his arms while I cry and then tries to make the rest of that day/evening all about making me happy.  One night when we climbed in bed he held me tight and said, "I wish your friends could see how much you miss them."  I seriously am so blessed to have such an amazing husband.  I also am so blessed to have lifelong friends come across my path before BYU and during my time at BYU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided to think about each of my years down in good 'ole P-town and what I cherish most about those years in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freshman year, August 2005-April 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lived in Deseret Towers, T-Hall, 5th floor, room 522.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommate was one of my best friends growing up, Brittany Balleck who is now a Malouf. (We missed our Katie Claire! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This first picture is us at our first BYU block party so we were pretty excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i474gkHlGbM/TxXML8ojbcI/AAAAAAAABM0/8Vh8FDZCUno/s1600/n17808598_35732540_8116.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i474gkHlGbM/TxXML8ojbcI/AAAAAAAABM0/8Vh8FDZCUno/s320/n17808598_35732540_8116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685409134079426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights from that year: Book of Mormon classes, becoming a part of Club Style, my Freshman ward, under-roo runs around our floor (yeah, that's where all you wear is your underwear/bra and run/dance around the 5th floor), dance parties, tubing at Soldier's Hollow, football games, dressing up as a duck on Halloween and then looking like I had jaundice from the body paint not coming completely off for a few days, Britt and I throwing our rock hard Peeps out the window at people, food fight in the Morris Center, eating Subway EVERY day, my first trip to California, Britt talking in her sleep and me singing in my sleep to her, late night chats with boys over the dryer vent so it's warm while you're out in 15 degree weather, sharing a 15 X 10 feet block with another person, becoming addicted to BYU Creamery chocolate milk, jumping from bed to bed with Brittany and then me shimming down her like a fire pole, making lifelong friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Britt and I on our last night in the dorms together.  We each attempted to drink a half gallon of chocolate milk and then climbed up into our closet just for this picture.  Now we're both married.  How far we've come....haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4CkcasmRLc/TxXMJPh_afI/AAAAAAAABMo/eDj2XT0npDc/s1600/n17808598_35732602_3244.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4CkcasmRLc/TxXMJPh_afI/AAAAAAAABMo/eDj2XT0npDc/s320/n17808598_35732602_3244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685362667219442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophomore Year August 2006-April 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved in to The Glenwood, Apartment 165.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommates were: Beth Shultz (now Dorsey) (freshman ward), Natalie Ginos (freshman ward), LeAnne Bennion (freshman ward), Alyce Allen, and Shauna Booher (freshman ward, only for 2 months because she got married and moved out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L to R: Alyce, Natalie, me, Bethy-poo, LeAnne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic3M-67sl2s/TxXMGI0BbnI/AAAAAAAABMc/s7DzziMgM8k/s1600/n17808598_35739888_1072.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic3M-67sl2s/TxXMGI0BbnI/AAAAAAAABMc/s7DzziMgM8k/s320/n17808598_35739888_1072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685309324193394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights from that year: becoming the Club Style VP, getting a larger living space and sharing that with Beth, football games, dance parties, my first time in the Homecoming parade, painting our living room and kitchen, doing baptisms in the San Diego temple, Carrie Underwood/Brad Paisley concert, going to Mesa for the first time, Justin Timberlake concert in Vegas, roommate dinners, beating Utah in football, Rascal Flatts concert, my first pudding wrestling event, doing cartwheels/wheelbarrow races in our hallway, doing Luau for the first time, spending whole days scrapbooking/eating/watching movies, sleepovers, making lifelong friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is of Bethany, me, and Amanda.  They lived directly above us.  They basically were our roommates.  We always joked about creating a fire pole so we could go from apt to apt without having to go out the front door.  I'm so grateful for them too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksswiR1g3yE/TxXMDdz5zXI/AAAAAAAABMQ/0PazJ4QtoEY/s1600/n17808598_35740025_1600.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksswiR1g3yE/TxXMDdz5zXI/AAAAAAAABMQ/0PazJ4QtoEY/s320/n17808598_35740025_1600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685263421230450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Junior Year August 2007-April 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved to The Crestwood, Apartment 304&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommates were: my sister, Karly, Ciri Putich (friend from home), and Shilo Ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also acquired Wicked, the cat, who we successfully kept from the office managers knowing about until the last 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is us before Christmas break, including Wicked. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3P_4KvgZzc/TxXMAdyfREI/AAAAAAAABME/kGx21bZCy18/s1600/20979_711955777929_17808598_39373097_4989219_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3P_4KvgZzc/TxXMAdyfREI/AAAAAAAABME/kGx21bZCy18/s320/20979_711955777929_17808598_39373097_4989219_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685211875689538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights from that year: living with my sister, having my own room, becoming the President of Club Style, my 21st birthday party (80s party at Krista's), throwing SO many things off of our balcony just for fun (including a watermelon and an old stereo), getting NEIL (my 4Runner), true blue football, letting Kari dye my hair green, then being the color green for Halloween, sleepovers with Amanda &amp;amp; Bethany,  snowboarding for the first (and only) time, beating Utah in football, trying out for SYTYCD and then making it 4 rounds, Colbie Caillat/Trevor Hall concert, doing Luau for a 2nd time, tons of baseball games, 2nd pudding wrestling event, Karly graduating, my World Religions and Mission Prep classes, deciding to switch my major, having Wicked, my amazing Bishopric, making lifelong friends, knowing my life was going to change but did not realize how or to what extent at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kar, me, Ciri, and Shilo at Magleby's Fresh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_evy_ad4sWQ/TxXL9h7hpQI/AAAAAAAABL4/loE2ognpsTA/s1600/20979_711955807869_17808598_39373103_5284427_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_evy_ad4sWQ/TxXL9h7hpQI/AAAAAAAABL4/loE2ognpsTA/s320/20979_711955807869_17808598_39373103_5284427_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685161447728386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senior Year August 2008-April 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stayed in The Crestwood, but moved apartments to 134.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommates were all random: Leah Siebach, Lindsey Nielsen, &amp;amp; Ashley Wolff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leah and I became the best of friends...fo' real.  Our other roommates were alright, but she was the glue that held me together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQxwn8PDl4s/TxXL57S42jI/AAAAAAAABLs/nhQhTDjFjqg/s1600/n17808598_37080560_3514.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQxwn8PDl4s/TxXL57S42jI/AAAAAAAABLs/nhQhTDjFjqg/s320/n17808598_37080560_3514.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685099537127986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights from that year: bonding with Leah once we found out we both did EFY, baseball games, our TV being taken from us in the MIDDLE of a World Series game, staying President of Club Style, football games, going to Denver for the first time, seeing the SYTYCD tour, meeting all the SYTYCD dancers, final Homecoming parade with Club Style, dance parties, shooting a bow and arrow for the first time and getting a bullseye, sleepovers at Kari's, making smores over a candle indoors, 1st Presidency Christmas Devotional, basketball games, meeting my future husband and not knowing it, getting up and dancing with a belly dancer at a Moroccan restaurant in Denver (who really needs to hang up that hat), Trevor Hall concert, getting a Valentine's gift from Leah, going to Rexberg for the first time, becoming friends with McKell, Karly's bridal shower, Britney Spears concert, my Chinese dance class, my New Testament class, causing trouble with Leah in the library, starting to work at Charlotte Russe, Leah leaving 50 balloons in my room with each one saying a reason she loved me, going to the gym with Ashley, sleepovers in the living room with Leah, countless tears into Leah's shoulders, learning a lot about myself, going through a trial I would have never imagined being grateful for, making lifelong friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this one time Leah and I had a photo shoot.  We got the mooooves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYLHq42SAU0/TxXL3adnbWI/AAAAAAAABLg/_yk4NeRBXa8/s1600/n17808598_37587833_4478995.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYLHq42SAU0/TxXL3adnbWI/AAAAAAAABLg/_yk4NeRBXa8/s320/n17808598_37587833_4478995.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685056364014946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Senior Year August 2009-June 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved to Old Mill, in 2 different apartments due to a mold issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommates were: (1st apartment) McKell Forbes (for 3 days because she's allergic to mold), Sarah ?, Tasha?, (2nd apartment) Leah Siebach, Jen ?, Becca ?...we were obviously close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I wasn't all that tight with my actual roommates (until I finally got to move back in with Leah), Kell &amp;amp; Leah were my psudo roommates. (And Ash was there a lot too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is us up at McKell's family's cabin about to go four-wheeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iEV7dXRXdek/TxXL0t1Z62I/AAAAAAAABLU/aIIUc7q1ub0/s1600/10129_688809852549_17808598_38675394_4911311_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iEV7dXRXdek/TxXL0t1Z62I/AAAAAAAABLU/aIIUc7q1ub0/s320/10129_688809852549_17808598_38675394_4911311_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685010024459106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights from that year: FINALLY letting go of someone, driving across the country with Ashley, going to Lagoon with Kell, winning my first horseshoe competition, football games, an epic win over Utah, being in the Homecoming parade with the folk dance team, seeing "Thriller" in SLC, doing floor sets at Charlotte Russe, crafty days with Ashley, my amazing home teachers, being in Christmas Around the World, started dating my husband, road trips to Rexberg, finding out Karly was pregnant, Trevor Hall concert, Winter Olympics, my 23rd baseball themed b-day party (that Alex surprised me for), dates with Alex, my last Club Style performance, going to San Diego for Kate's wedding, falling in love with Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leah and I on my first trip up to Rexberg to see Alex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ztu0yjlcnGQ/TxXLxtwF5LI/AAAAAAAABLI/PPezAlQpbeM/s1600/19779_725196363689_17808598_39764635_7493764_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ztu0yjlcnGQ/TxXLxtwF5LI/AAAAAAAABLI/PPezAlQpbeM/s320/19779_725196363689_17808598_39764635_7493764_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684958462567602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Duper Senior Year August 2010-April 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved in to the "Green Gables" house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommates were: Ashley Sant, Suzanne Whitehead, Megan Sollis, Brittany Dahlin, &amp;amp; Amelia Wallace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are having pancake breakfast (Megan and I in our newly acquired onesies).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Jr6BorsCA/TxXLuZpgrEI/AAAAAAAABK8/Qa6GQhEsxgw/s1600/P1130995.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Jr6BorsCA/TxXLuZpgrEI/AAAAAAAABK8/Qa6GQhEsxgw/s320/P1130995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684901526645826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights from that year: only having one semester of school, starting my job at New Haven, getting to know my amazing roommates, sharing a room with Ash, Braves playoff game in San Fran, baking with Kari, "warm treats," roomie photo shoot, making fun of our landlords, watching a meteor shower with friends and Alex, slurpee runs, Alex moving to Provo, going to my first rodeo, John Mayer concert, Sara Bareilles concert, knowing without a doubt I wanted to marry Alex after some soul searching, our house Ugly Sweater Christmas Party, getting to know Alex's family, throwing Alex a surprise b-day party, dance parties in our vanity room, my niece being born, Jimmer-mania, Just Dance on the Wii, being obsessed with Texas Roadhouse, getting the Justin Bieber cutout, getting scared by said Bieber lurking in the shadows, Tangled, trip to Santa Barbara, Festival of Colors, getting engaged, buying my first adult onesie, the dishwasher exploding bubbles everywhere, tanning parties on our porch, Celine Dion Vegas trip, getting LASIK, walking for graduation, my bridal shower, living with Leah for 6 weeks, taking engagements, having an epic last year as a single lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of our roomie photos.  They're so pretty. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMjZ5Bs8Cf8/TxXLKMl9GnI/AAAAAAAABKw/aRBNSnCrUJc/s1600/_MG_7865.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMjZ5Bs8Cf8/TxXLKMl9GnI/AAAAAAAABKw/aRBNSnCrUJc/s320/_MG_7865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684279546780274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After going through allll that, I'd say I'm one lucky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;None of that would have been possible without amazing friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to my friends: I miss y'all dearly.  If you're married, I'm sure you understand.  If you're not married...you will.  You truly cherish friendships more when you get married.  Know I think of y'all often and wish we could all just live in one place and have it be one, big party all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to living with my eternal roommate!  I love you, Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3182890002687754858-6686411562347792047?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/6686411562347792047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=6686411562347792047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6686411562347792047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6686411562347792047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2012/01/roomies.html' title='Roomies!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i474gkHlGbM/TxXML8ojbcI/AAAAAAAABM0/8Vh8FDZCUno/s72-c/n17808598_35732540_8116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-9114860941685154362</id><published>2012-01-09T10:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:00:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job ROCKS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I say it time and time again, BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE my job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I love it even more since I can focus on it more, due to me not having school and Magleby's Fresh to compete with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p.s. Went to Magleby's Fresh the other day because I was passing by.  SO glad I don't work there anymore!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where were we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah yes...how much I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love coming in knowing I'll get along with ALL of my co-workers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love coming in knowing the company cares about its employees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love coming in not knowing what the day will hold.  Some days will be &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;, but there will always be a few girls that will tell you they're sorry for other girls acting up and will tell you how awesome you are.  Hello boost for me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also love that we can have onesie day and I won't get fired for dressing inappropriately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could you imagine a CEO coming to work in a onesie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep...would not work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll take my job, thanks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXjz1XGSahw/TwspyYZT6UI/AAAAAAAABKk/x9o8b7_rLyU/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXjz1XGSahw/TwspyYZT6UI/AAAAAAAABKk/x9o8b7_rLyU/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695692099258935618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Me and my shift: Chelsey &amp;amp; Courtney)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3182890002687754858-9114860941685154362?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/9114860941685154362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=9114860941685154362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/9114860941685154362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/9114860941685154362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-job-rocks.html' title='My Job ROCKS.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXjz1XGSahw/TwspyYZT6UI/AAAAAAAABKk/x9o8b7_rLyU/s72-c/IMG_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-8597333503753505813</id><published>2012-01-01T07:57:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T08:35:17.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley the Kay girl is 24!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my dear dear, Ashley Kay, has turned 24!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...it was yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So apologies are in order!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Ash...I just spaced giving you a blog shout out yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I shall give it to you today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I look through the pictures I have with Ash, they perfectly explain why I love her so and why she is one of my besties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. She is not to cool to listen to "uncool" music with me like Justin Bieber (hence the cut out), Clay Aiken, Backstreet Boys, etc.  It makes for a way fun time and I can always count on a dance session happening even if it's in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MpvVcKVhcM/TwB283_gg5I/AAAAAAAABKM/O4Ivjlqbc-o/s1600/DSC02111.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MpvVcKVhcM/TwB283_gg5I/AAAAAAAABKM/O4Ivjlqbc-o/s320/DSC02111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680717190857618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. She is such a great road trip buddy!  This is on our trip to Las Vegas for Celine's concert!  She always keeps me entertained during long drives and we always come home with countless memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKCDX5t8ioQ/TwB22XI4zsI/AAAAAAAABKA/djgdcZ5QIRk/s1600/DSC02204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKCDX5t8ioQ/TwB22XI4zsI/AAAAAAAABKA/djgdcZ5QIRk/s320/DSC02204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680605292613314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. She has drive.  I was so lucky to be able to walk and sit by Ash at our BYU graduation!  You feel such a sense of accomplishment and I'm so grateful I was able to share that with her!  Ashley has a lot ahead of her and I know she will do amazing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0n94rh8ug8Y/TwB2wFGKMiI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ZCFL4L5XQX8/s1600/DSC02227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0n94rh8ug8Y/TwB2wFGKMiI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ZCFL4L5XQX8/s320/DSC02227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680497370116642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. She will eat with me.  Hey...it's a requirement in a good friendship.  She's always down for Subway, Taco Bell, Costa Vida, Spoon Me, Papa John's, Zaxby's, or whatever!  I know that when I'm in the mood...she'll be in the mood.  Now that's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O72U72r4uRo/TwB2ogGUQfI/AAAAAAAABJo/sMkg9FgtMLI/s1600/DSC02344.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O72U72r4uRo/TwB2ogGUQfI/AAAAAAAABJo/sMkg9FgtMLI/s320/DSC02344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680367179579890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. She's up for crazy adventures!  We had to stay in this little boy's room during our Stay at Home session in Miami and we were a little afraid for our lives!  Haha...no, but really.  I cannot imagine anyone else that this would have been as funny with, so I am glad Ashley was my roommate for such an experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dq825BFBoo/TwB2ft-n2yI/AAAAAAAABJc/Cx0m6aL9JJE/s1600/269061_10100119512887189_17827158_43371851_1021597_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dq825BFBoo/TwB2ft-n2yI/AAAAAAAABJc/Cx0m6aL9JJE/s320/269061_10100119512887189_17827158_43371851_1021597_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680216286583586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. She doesn't think "friendiversaries" are weird.  Cause duh...they're not!  This is us on our 6th year friendiversary!  It's also July 4th.  Yep...we're just that special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqnMbmKWSdM/TwB2cA9-7zI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AuIoe1AXO2w/s1600/269874_10100119249579859_17827158_43367537_3997830_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqnMbmKWSdM/TwB2cA9-7zI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AuIoe1AXO2w/s320/269874_10100119249579859_17827158_43367537_3997830_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680152664698674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. She shares my love for EFY.  Maybe because we were participants together.  Maybe because we've worked it for so many summers together.  Or maybe it's both, but we understand our obsession with EFY.  We make fun of the kiddies all summer long crying their heads off on the last night, but then we're just as bad, if not worse, on our last EFY night of the summer.  It's pretty pathetic how we cling on to each other and bawl our eyes out.  And yet, I'm not embarrassed by it because it's with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2mBCMZrsy8/TwB2YFMcsGI/AAAAAAAABJE/2mC51aMFgkg/s1600/264963_10100112488908299_17827158_43270545_5459375_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2mBCMZrsy8/TwB2YFMcsGI/AAAAAAAABJE/2mC51aMFgkg/s320/264963_10100112488908299_17827158_43270545_5459375_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680085079634018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. She's a great dance partner!  Dances are not the same with out this lady of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3jHbIhJ37M/TwB2UYC2rxI/AAAAAAAABI4/cdDFfOH0-GY/s1600/268122_10150226375487199_533702198_7517436_1314392_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3jHbIhJ37M/TwB2UYC2rxI/AAAAAAAABI4/cdDFfOH0-GY/s320/268122_10150226375487199_533702198_7517436_1314392_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692680021420191506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. We share the same sense of humor.  We pretty much think all of the same things are funny.  At one of our variety shows at EFY we were laughing so hard at something the MC said, that no one else thought was funny!  We could NOT stop laughing and our cheeks were seriously KILLING us...hence where this picture comes in!  There's nothing like laughing with Ash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPl4wLVHWns/TwB2RECDY8I/AAAAAAAABIs/EKCxwOjxyUk/s1600/263665_746334090274_193307357_36434464_2883370_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPl4wLVHWns/TwB2RECDY8I/AAAAAAAABIs/EKCxwOjxyUk/s320/263665_746334090274_193307357_36434464_2883370_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692679964508513218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. She helps me out.  Having Ashley as one of my BC's for 2 summers was a huge blessing!  She was always asking what she could do to make my load lighter.  She helped me so many times emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually.  I am forever grateful!  (Thanks for helping me direct traffic on pizza night! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TazUiAqv_0g/TwB2N6ck7wI/AAAAAAAABIg/H3GMQhPycl8/s1600/DSC02414.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TazUiAqv_0g/TwB2N6ck7wI/AAAAAAAABIg/H3GMQhPycl8/s320/DSC02414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692679910395801346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. She loves the gospel.  Through being her roommate, co-EFY-worker, and just being her friend, I know that Ashley puts the gospel first.  She always reads her scriptures, says her prayers, goes to church, and finds ways to serve those around her.  I am so grateful I was able to be in the Sacred Grove with her this summer!  Every friendship should do it because it's awesome! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QN2HFmbHEzk/TwB2GChP-dI/AAAAAAAABIU/IS3YUJ3S7lM/s1600/DSC02475.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QN2HFmbHEzk/TwB2GChP-dI/AAAAAAAABIU/IS3YUJ3S7lM/s320/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692679775123929554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Ashley has a killer smile.  I want it.  Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAFQ_D6pmyw/TwB1-LQlJ_I/AAAAAAAABII/j9vwyHQ_IaE/s1600/DSC02492.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAFQ_D6pmyw/TwB1-LQlJ_I/AAAAAAAABII/j9vwyHQ_IaE/s320/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692679640030980082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. Ashley is a supporter.  Through everything with Alex, she has supported me 100%.  She helped out so much with my wedding and I love her even more for that.  I could not have imagined my wedding weekend without her.  It was a comfort just seeing her face whenever I would feel jitters in my tummy.  I only wish she could have been in the sealing room with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxwkYvTLws8/TwB0masXUuI/AAAAAAAABH8/ncJNlCD-7HI/s1600/IMG_1940.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxwkYvTLws8/TwB0masXUuI/AAAAAAAABH8/ncJNlCD-7HI/s320/IMG_1940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692678132345557730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. Ashley is always there.  See this picture below...the music starts, Ashley starts making her way on over to dance the night away with me.  That's a silly example, but it's true.  She's always one of the first people that's there for me when I really need it.  She's the epitome of a true friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ll-fBQzPEs/TwB0hZYfILI/AAAAAAAABHw/1dFlqSDnKN8/s1600/IMG_2008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ll-fBQzPEs/TwB0hZYfILI/AAAAAAAABHw/1dFlqSDnKN8/s320/IMG_2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692678046094401714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Ash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry this post is late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been able to see you as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That dang city of Salt Lake! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know that I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know that I was thinking of you constantly yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know that I think you're beautiful. (And so does Alex. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know that you're a special daughter of God and He loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know that you're one of my best friends and always will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss you lots and lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to see you when you get back from your GA excursion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-8597333503753505813?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/8597333503753505813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=8597333503753505813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8597333503753505813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8597333503753505813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2012/01/ashley-kay-girl-is-24.html' title='Ashley the Kay girl is 24!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MpvVcKVhcM/TwB283_gg5I/AAAAAAAABKM/O4Ivjlqbc-o/s72-c/DSC02111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3410102733368064095</id><published>2012-01-01T07:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:50:09.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welp...2011 resolutions were pretty much a fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can read them &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided 2011 was too crazy to keep all of them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah...I just didn't do it...it's my own dang fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night for New Year's dinner, Alex and I headed on over to The Cheesecake Factory.  It was delish.  However, the wait was one hour and 20 minutes so we had a lot of time to sit and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's just what we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and off we were to making our New Year's Resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex kept laughing at me because he's never made them before and for some reason he thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made an "Alex list" a "Kaycie list" and an "Us list."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex was up first:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Have personal scripture study 4 times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Go to the temple once a month by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Exercise 3 times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Write in journal every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Take better care of his diabetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. (This was my goal for him, but he agreed. :) Take accountability.  He has a little trouble not taking fault, so we're going to work on that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Have personal scripture study 4 times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Have personal prayer every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Write in my journal once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Exercise 4 times a week (which cannot include teaching dance classes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. NO sugar until I reach my goal size/weight.  (Exceptions are holidays and my birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Practice piano 3 times a week. (which will be SO much easier now that we have a good piano in our apartment!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Write 1 song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Have scripture study every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Say our nightly prayers together before bed every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Go to the temple at least once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Start a new tradition every holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So those are our goals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided I'm going to make a monthly chart for us so that we can check things off when we do them throughout the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That way we have something to be accountable to and we can see our progress or regress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again...Alex kept laughing at me while I was telling him such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Cheesecake Factory was telling us it was still awhile until we could sit, so then we explored baby names for the next 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO NOT take that as a baby announcement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was exploration for the FUTURE! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole point of going to The Cheesecake Factory was so I could get a piece of cheesecake as my last sugary thing before going off sugar!  It was definitely worth that wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now we have decided that having cheesecake on New Year's Eve is a good tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So whether we're near the restaurant or I have to make it, that's the first family tradition we have started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And once again I was giddy and Alex was laughing at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing he's cute. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, Y'ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3410102733368064095?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3410102733368064095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3410102733368064095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3410102733368064095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3410102733368064095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2012/01/goals-for-2012.html' title='Goals for 2012!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3404516641745106269</id><published>2011-12-27T14:01:00.030-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:54:54.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite 2011 moments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Welp...2011 has come and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; gone.  I can't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Time sure does fly...especially when you're having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And this year, my friends, I had a lot of fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So to celebrate 2012 comin' on its way...I shall recap some of my favorite times that went down in the year 2011.  (And in chronological order no less. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;1. The birth of my niece, Ms. Laela Carolina Barksadale. (January 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I sure do love that little peanut...though she is not so little these days.  That kid is walking around, saying a few words, dances, and is the cutest thing on the planet.  I wish I could see her every day.  This picture is us on her blessing day in AZ shortly after she was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydv2IJA2iAY/Tvo2tJVo6uI/AAAAAAAABHk/bwK1NbmTfSY/s1600/DSC02062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydv2IJA2iAY/Tvo2tJVo6uI/AAAAAAAABHk/bwK1NbmTfSY/s320/DSC02062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690921228364737250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Out with the old, in with the new. (January 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I got rear ended a few days after Christmas 2010 and since my 4Runner was not worth much anymore (to the insurance companies...not I) poor Neil was totaled out and I had to get a new car.  This picture is of me with Neil on our final day together.  We drove around to our favorite spots, blared some music (on his old speakers), and I told him how sorry I was I had to get rid of him.  The day Neil left was seriously sad.  I cried.  I don't care if you think I'm pathetic.  I loved Neil with all my heart and soul and whenever I see a tan 4Runner, I think back fondly and sometimes I tear up.  I am grateful for my Millie girl, though.  She's been good to me, especially her MUCH more efficient gas tank.  I know I could not still be at New Haven if it weren't for Millie girl.  So for that, I am truly thankful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P Neil...I miss your handsome bod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxLdpGdU2YY/Tvo2pNOf0lI/AAAAAAAABHY/jQWRRdhPBKQ/s1600/DSC02072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxLdpGdU2YY/Tvo2pNOf0lI/AAAAAAAABHY/jQWRRdhPBKQ/s320/DSC02072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690921160689046098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Jimmer-mania! (Basketball season 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone in the USA knows the name Jimmer!  And it was so exciting to be at BYU for it!  Every game was so thrilling and you could only stand there and wait for him to do something extraordinary, because he did pretty much every game!  It was so great to see BYU's name all over ESPN and have professional players talk about Jimmer.  I love when I have an extra reason to have school spirit...and he certainly brought it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbjIhA7o5xc/Tvo2kYbLGJI/AAAAAAAABHM/aFcYSfQZTw8/s1600/DSC02082.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbjIhA7o5xc/Tvo2kYbLGJI/AAAAAAAABHM/aFcYSfQZTw8/s320/DSC02082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690921077795657874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. My 24th Birthday.  (March 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always love my birthday, and this year did not disappoint.  I had awesome friends around me, we did awesome things, and who can't help but love having a Justin Bieber cut out?!  He was a nice addition to our home, even if he lurked in the shadows early in the morning and would sometimes frighten us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BU3AoI_yvZE/Tvo2epbumHI/AAAAAAAABHA/5NplwV01GHA/s1600/DSC02116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BU3AoI_yvZE/Tvo2epbumHI/AAAAAAAABHA/5NplwV01GHA/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920979282172018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Going to Santa Barbara for the first time! (March 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex and I are just little bfs/gfs in this picture!  Feels so long ago. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was great to go to my future husband's home town, meet his parents, and start to join our lives together.  I'm so glad we are both from paradise spots so that going home is always a pleasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPhAOnmDoXs/Tvo2Zg7fQHI/AAAAAAAABG0/aR9yo2LAscg/s1600/DSC02141.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPhAOnmDoXs/Tvo2Zg7fQHI/AAAAAAAABG0/aR9yo2LAscg/s320/DSC02141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920891100119154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Getting Engaged!!! (March 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The engagement happened shortly after we returned from Santa Barbara.  He even had the ring with him the whole time while we were there...that little stinker.  BUT...our engagement night was a memorable one and I was SO happy to know that we were actually doing this thing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sa-WuZ0R3Y/Tvo2TDh1D5I/AAAAAAAABGo/qx6e__tNT00/s1600/DSC02167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sa-WuZ0R3Y/Tvo2TDh1D5I/AAAAAAAABGo/qx6e__tNT00/s320/DSC02167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920780128653202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Festival of Colors (March 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have wanted to go for SO many years now, but would always have something in the way...usually work.  Thankfully they're now making more sessions of it, so that you can find a time that works for you!  We went the morning after our engagement and it was SUCH an amazing way to celebrate!  I can't wait for the next one...it is seriously a great event!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOFxESHfBCY/Tvo2Mmy7yUI/AAAAAAAABGc/9tvgQjA4OWY/s1600/DSC02182.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOFxESHfBCY/Tvo2Mmy7yUI/AAAAAAAABGc/9tvgQjA4OWY/s320/DSC02182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920669336553794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Celine Dion Concert in Vegas! (April 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have DREAMED of it my whole life and it actually came true.  I actually saw Celine Dion sing...live...right in front of my eyes.  Her style, her grace, her voice...ah!  Everything about her was flawless.  She was just how I imagined and I love her even more.  It was literally a day trip, but it was worth it and I so enjoyed going with my friends to see this diva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQRG4JKn-oo/Tvo2H5fyndI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qfkBvTiEkQo/s1600/DSC02198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQRG4JKn-oo/Tvo2H5fyndI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qfkBvTiEkQo/s320/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920588457188818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Graduating from BYU! (April 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so technically I graduated in December 2010, but there was no celebration to be had until April!  My family all came out and it was so nice to officially recognize all of my accomplishments while I was at BYU.  I love BYU with all my heart and soul and can't imagine going to school anywhere else.  It was just where I needed to be.  I learned a lot secularly, spiritually, and personally.  It's where I grew up.  (Wait?  Am I a grown up?)  Graduating was definitely a reason to party it up and it was awesome being able to sit next to my bestie, Ashley Kay, for both ceremonies!  I'm so happy to be done! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSQxdTKC_lY/Tvo2DWsuvzI/AAAAAAAABGE/KePNgK8Ipls/s1600/DSC02232.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSQxdTKC_lY/Tvo2DWsuvzI/AAAAAAAABGE/KePNgK8Ipls/s320/DSC02232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920510396743474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTP0qT3gTNw/Tvo1-YDHhtI/AAAAAAAABF4/xH9-9dOOXsw/s1600/DSC02257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTP0qT3gTNw/Tvo1-YDHhtI/AAAAAAAABF4/xH9-9dOOXsw/s320/DSC02257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920424859731666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10.  Gettin' our engagements on!  (May 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm SO grateful my awesome sister, Krista, is a photographer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glFVic5so74/Tvo15goHmuI/AAAAAAAABFs/zSmGv-IpSBM/s1600/_MG_3719.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glFVic5so74/Tvo15goHmuI/AAAAAAAABFs/zSmGv-IpSBM/s320/_MG_3719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920341263063778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. Being at home for a few weeks! (parts of June, July, &amp;amp; August 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being home during summer.  Beach, boats, and pool are in full swing!  It was also great being with my family and just being in the paradise I call home.  This happened one day: a lizard slithered in our house and I was SO terrified that all I could do was trap it under this tupperware and wait for daddio to get home.  I left this sign so no one would move it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFy2jZ0j18A/Tvo11s-dRpI/AAAAAAAABFg/DVwjghJ1tBQ/s1600/DSC02291.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFy2jZ0j18A/Tvo11s-dRpI/AAAAAAAABFg/DVwjghJ1tBQ/s320/DSC02291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920275858507410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Braves game! (June 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sad that it was the one and only game I could go to this season, but it's always a good time.  Love those baseball boys of mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sb1bGRiDsI/Tvo1qTQDWJI/AAAAAAAABFI/2DWNapB-CPk/s1600/260111_10100111756226599_17827158_43253521_7692032_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sb1bGRiDsI/Tvo1qTQDWJI/AAAAAAAABFI/2DWNapB-CPk/s320/260111_10100111756226599_17827158_43253521_7692032_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920079974422674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. EFY! (June-July 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my 5th year of working EFY!  It is SUCH a huge part of my life.  Some of my very best friends are because of EFY.  Some of my most precious spiritual times are because of EFY.  A lot of who I am today is because of EFY...both as a participant and worker.  My last year did not disappoint!  It was such a blast and I am so glad Alex was able to join me this year and see him love being a counselor.  I truly am blessed to have been able to work it all these summers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7bA7-cluRE/Tvo1mt2Nb6I/AAAAAAAABE8/zMVx34Spx_Q/s1600/270488_10100119253327349_17827158_43367592_4938609_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7bA7-cluRE/Tvo1mt2Nb6I/AAAAAAAABE8/zMVx34Spx_Q/s320/270488_10100119253327349_17827158_43367592_4938609_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690920018394312610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14.  Palmyra EFY! (August 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am SO fortunate to have been picked to be a counselor at the special edition EFY in Palmyra, NY!  It was an unforgettable experience.  I was able to go to the Sacred Grove, Cumorah Hill, Fayette, the BoM printshop, the Whitmer farm, and so much more.  I loved my kids and I loved that week.  I want to go back so badly!  Everyone should go...it's seriously amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNnQrca1dv8/Tvo1a-Fl3HI/AAAAAAAABEk/Meu1J3k8ya4/s1600/DSC02502.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNnQrca1dv8/Tvo1a-Fl3HI/AAAAAAAABEk/Meu1J3k8ya4/s320/DSC02502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919816595364978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. Got hitched! (August 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Nuff said.  There's &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; like being in the sealing room of the temple knowing you're making the right decision.  I love being married and I love my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx2qCzNPgtY/Tvo1VZYaToI/AAAAAAAABEY/JyqP09OtDf4/s1600/IMG_1622.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx2qCzNPgtY/Tvo1VZYaToI/AAAAAAAABEY/JyqP09OtDf4/s320/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919720842841730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOL1hGGCl9A/Tvo1O8O654I/AAAAAAAABEM/oa-y391PGzc/s1600/IMG_2079.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOL1hGGCl9A/Tvo1O8O654I/AAAAAAAABEM/oa-y391PGzc/s320/IMG_2079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919609939191682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. Honeymoon! (August 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honeymoons are awesome!  I highly recommend them.  Ours was perfect.  Right on the beach, laid back, plenty of things to do, lots of relaxing, etc.  Twas a sad day when it came to an end.  Moral of the story...get married and go on a honeymoon!  It's great!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YyV0ekaya0/Tvo1LZ0wM-I/AAAAAAAABEA/ofCIU19o3Cc/s1600/DSC02551.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YyV0ekaya0/Tvo1LZ0wM-I/AAAAAAAABEA/ofCIU19o3Cc/s320/DSC02551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919549163025378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. Rascal Flatts Concert! (September 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've almost convinced my husband how awesome they are!  He had a good time, not quite as good as me, but it was still a grand 'ole time!  I quite enjoy going to concerts with my hubby...especially when it's Rascal Flatts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxxYRLecPjQ/Tvo1ARNLyaI/AAAAAAAABDo/k6wzc07z_MM/s1600/DSC02633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxxYRLecPjQ/Tvo1ARNLyaI/AAAAAAAABDo/k6wzc07z_MM/s320/DSC02633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919357871016354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. Salt Lake Cemetary (October 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're in SLC...go there!  We loved seeing all of the prophets that are buried there, but Pres. Hinckley was by far the coolest.  He's "our" prophet and we love him so.  It's an amazing experience to stand by his grave and reflect on all he did in this world and all he did to me, personally.  He's a role model and I miss him lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SX14MMKxR2o/Tvo06Q9K2pI/AAAAAAAABDc/5B1WnC_vuPQ/s1600/DSC02685.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SX14MMKxR2o/Tvo06Q9K2pI/AAAAAAAABDc/5B1WnC_vuPQ/s320/DSC02685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919254724631186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. Santa Barbara Reception (October 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our 2nd reception was a blast!  Love my family, love my friends, loved going to the L.A. temple...which is where this picture is taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8OpxN6yDR8/Tvo0z9QJQ7I/AAAAAAAABDQ/MimMw5Q4bpU/s1600/DSC02700.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8OpxN6yDR8/Tvo0z9QJQ7I/AAAAAAAABDQ/MimMw5Q4bpU/s320/DSC02700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919146356294578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. Thanksgiving (November 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes...my husband rocks.  He put on this get up and I love him for it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NxFGj2yJPQ/Tvo0uYOaCmI/AAAAAAAABDE/XoB-MQKrCIQ/s1600/IMG_0145.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NxFGj2yJPQ/Tvo0uYOaCmI/AAAAAAAABDE/XoB-MQKrCIQ/s320/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919050517547618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21. Our first Christmas! (December 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first Christmas together as a married couple was a success!  He did a good job in the present department, and so did I! :) It was so nice to have our siblings around and just have a few days to be with each other and feel of the spirit the Christmas season brings!  Here's to many more Christmases!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAm09ndJ0yo/Tvo0lh2x5cI/AAAAAAAABCs/cbroloMNuFM/s1600/IMG_5755.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAm09ndJ0yo/Tvo0lh2x5cI/AAAAAAAABCs/cbroloMNuFM/s320/IMG_5755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690918898483979714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 was for sure a year that will go down in history!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean...I got engaged, graduated BYU, AND got married all in one year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PHEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2012 is already looking bright and I'm excited to see what the future brings for us Fosters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was YOUR 2011?!  Do tell!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3404516641745106269?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3404516641745106269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3404516641745106269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3404516641745106269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3404516641745106269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-favorite-2011-moments.html' title='My favorite 2011 moments!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydv2IJA2iAY/Tvo2tJVo6uI/AAAAAAAABHk/bwK1NbmTfSY/s72-c/DSC02062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4864683048281859871</id><published>2011-12-23T23:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:15:08.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Christmas Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have anything profound to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only fragments of thoughts strung together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe I can make them Christmas-y?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I've worked a lot the last few weeks.  Good for the bank.  Bad for seeing my hubby.  I am SO excited for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to be with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Karly, JJ, and the babe are here.  We went and saw Santa tonight!  It took over an hour to get through the line, but that's fine.  Laela did really well until she looked up and saw who was holding her.  The look was priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Don't tell anyone, but I wish it would snow for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I realized I am not so great at being a mom during this season.  There are so many things I wanted to make, cook, bake, create, etc. and did next to none of them.  Good thing I'm not a mom and my husband didn't know I had such plans to do so.  (Until he reads this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Our BEAUTIFUL Christmas tree is dead.  We discovered it was not taking in water.  We're thinking the idiot man at the tree lot did not cut off the bottom.  We sawed it off ourselves, but we think it's a lost cause since it's still wilted.  It's still pretty when the lights are off though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. We're taking care of my friend's cat, Nahla, while she's home for Christmas.  She's great until bed time.  Then we hear her batting ornaments off the tree and then chasing them around or she pounces on us in bed.  It is so fun coming home to a pet though!  I'm grateful I married someone who likes cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I have not watched nearly enough Christmas movies.  And by that I've only seen half of Elf and half of Charlie Brown Christmas.  The rest of Elf, Home Alone, and Rudolph...here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Alex and I finished the final season of "Friends."  We started at season 1 shortly after we began dating and have finally finished season 10!  No matter how many times I see the final episode, I cry. It's so exciting that Chandler &amp;amp; Monica got twins.  You love that Phoebe is still quirky, even though she's married.  You feel SUCH a sense of relief that Rachel and Ross are together!!  You are saddened, yet excited that Chandler &amp;amp; Monica are moving to the suburbs.  You can't help but feel sad that everyone has someone, except for Joey...what's he supposed to do?!  I know, I'm ridic.  I feel like they're my own friends.  I love them and I love the last episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I hate fruitcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I played laser tag with my girls today at work since they don't have school right now.  I chose to have them play the "Pirates of the Caribbean" soundtrack during our 30 minute battle: red vs. green.  I was on the green team.  My girls and I dominated 240 to the red's measly 209.  The bloodbath plus Pirates booming in your soul was quite the experience.  You could call it epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11.  I really hope we make gingerbread men tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. I have not seen nearly enough Hallmark commercials recently.  C'mon people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. I love my job.  No seriously.  Like...i LOVE it.  Not many people can say that.  I am a blessed chica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. I'm SO excited for Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15.  Though I do love all Christmas music, including those classic peeps like Bing &amp;amp; Frank, this season has been full of Christmas selections by the Biebs, Hanson, Mindy Gledhill, &amp;amp; Michael Buble.  Now if only Ms. Sara Bareilles would release a Christmas album, my life would be complete.  She'd sit up there with Celine in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16.  I bought a 1000 piece puzzle of Audrey Hepburn.  I canNOT wait to start that little baby so I can stare at her perfectly, delightful face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17.  I'm loving this photo I found on pinterest.  It explains it perfectly.  Christ is the real reason we celebrate.  DUH.  Even Santa knows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJEVtSbbJrg/TvV1e8Kj_NI/AAAAAAAABCg/jsvPaTPzpGw/s1600/santa-kneeling-to-Jesus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJEVtSbbJrg/TvV1e8Kj_NI/AAAAAAAABCg/jsvPaTPzpGw/s320/santa-kneeling-to-Jesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689582878659443922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4864683048281859871?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4864683048281859871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4864683048281859871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4864683048281859871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4864683048281859871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-christmas-thoughts.html' title='Random Christmas Thoughts.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJEVtSbbJrg/TvV1e8Kj_NI/AAAAAAAABCg/jsvPaTPzpGw/s72-c/santa-kneeling-to-Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-8625846652802006490</id><published>2011-12-17T11:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:11:38.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect Christmas combo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you get when you combine Christmas spirit, best of friends, magical decorations, savory tunes, and a sugary sweet voice?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh just the one and only &lt;a href="http://mindygledhill.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mindy Gledhill's&lt;/a&gt; Christmas House Concert at the other one and only &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3182890002687754858"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kristamaurer.com/"&gt;Krista's&lt;/a&gt; house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a great way to kick off the week before Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The house was busting at the seams with how many people Krista jammed in her living room/dining room, which made it all the more exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The opening acts set the stage and once Mindy came out, she had the whole audience eating our of her hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her charm, her band, and Krista's amazing decor made the aura in the room unforgettable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You seriously need to get all of Mindy's cds, but especially this time of year, get her Christmas album, &lt;a href="http://www.mindygledhill.com/"&gt;Winter Moon&lt;/a&gt;.  It will be the best thing for your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Krista &amp;amp; Kim, for hosting such an awesome concert and thank you, Mindy, for having a God given talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, friends and husband, for being with me at such an event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twas a memorable night for all!  I love getting together with people I don't get to see on a daily basis anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love those Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my favorite picture of the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided at the last second I wanted to be just like Mindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQDi4dLShTE/TuzYzVq8E6I/AAAAAAAABCI/4LnR88EiZXc/s1600/393594_10151051410200529_652520528_21917493_730337042_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQDi4dLShTE/TuzYzVq8E6I/AAAAAAAABCI/4LnR88EiZXc/s320/393594_10151051410200529_652520528_21917493_730337042_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687158805964264354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-8625846652802006490?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/8625846652802006490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=8625846652802006490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8625846652802006490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8625846652802006490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/12/perfect-christmas-combo.html' title='The perfect Christmas combo!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQDi4dLShTE/TuzYzVq8E6I/AAAAAAAABCI/4LnR88EiZXc/s72-c/393594_10151051410200529_652520528_21917493_730337042_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7923894227737070227</id><published>2011-12-12T10:23:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:35:27.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Fosters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few Saturdays ago, my amazing sister, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kristamaurer.com"&gt;Krista&lt;/a&gt;, with Island Belle Photography, took our Christmas card pics.  Her friend let us use her cute house, I brought some lights, Krista brought her camera, Alex brought his good looks, and we were set to go.  It was a super quick shoot, but we had fun and we got some good ones out of it!  Here are some of my favs!  I think I am officially a grown up, married person because well...we had a Christmas photo shoot for a card.  It doesn't get much more grown up than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Krista, for always being willing to take pictures of us!  You rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye1QNE4NL2c/TuY6Y5tlqUI/AAAAAAAABB8/-50Qq03TPEc/s320/IMG_5742.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295779085134146" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9eJIOPtLok/TuY6OSuASwI/AAAAAAAABBw/uo7mdDS18pc/s320/IMG_5757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295596819204866" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhPY_NIwYOw/TuY5eCUp8JI/AAAAAAAABBk/Zv_TPs0gr6E/s320/IMG_5776.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294767784194194" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfSnvzktVBE/TuY5Yz_dyII/AAAAAAAABBY/YLpU9Bn7MHg/s320/IMG_5780.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294678037874818" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbPV-tFm0NQ/TuY5UUgvLSI/AAAAAAAABBM/JzUDKZIZRjI/s320/IMG_5795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294600868015394" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-36dgjMlPADU/TuY5OPGmfVI/AAAAAAAABBA/Er0lcVSMTS8/s320/IMG_5800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294496337001810" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4lwpZgjd5g/TuY5ImOkDoI/AAAAAAAABA0/AeOY-dciEFo/s320/IMG_5804.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294399465197186" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-7923894227737070227?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7923894227737070227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7923894227737070227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7923894227737070227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7923894227737070227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-from-fosters.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Fosters!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye1QNE4NL2c/TuY6Y5tlqUI/AAAAAAAABB8/-50Qq03TPEc/s72-c/IMG_5742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-926232896572238417</id><published>2011-12-09T08:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:05:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have this fear of the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot walk around outside at night by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot walk around my own apartment in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm much better than when I was little.  I can now at least sleep in the dark.  No more night lights for me!  I'm a big girl now! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls at work always make fun of me because if I have to walk to my car after the sun's gone down, I make a co-worker walk with me.  I just can't do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't handle the increasingly rushing heart beat, the ears heightened to every noise, the eyes darting to and fro, the walking briskly, the feeling I want to cry...nope.  No thanks.  Not my cup of tea. (I hate tea.) Why put myself through that when I can just make a co-worker escort me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it's winter, when I leave for work at 6:15 in the blessed a.m., it is still pitch black.  This presents a problem since there are no co-workers that live at my house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DO have, however, a husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amazing man that he is, gets up every morning I go to work, and walks me out to my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once I'm ready I go in, rub his back, and wake him up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He makes some funny faces and funny noises, but after a few minutes he is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He puts on his moccasins, sweatpants, and big coat and heads on out with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The poor kid is so groggy, but he does it without complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I kiss his tired face goodbye and he trudges on back to our apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I now have one less thing to worry about during my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take that, dark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-926232896572238417?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/926232896572238417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=926232896572238417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/926232896572238417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/926232896572238417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/12/dark.html' title='The Dark.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3329810375918012818</id><published>2011-12-06T16:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:22:01.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So once upon a time, 2011 came to a close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously?!  Where did this year go?  But, here we are at Christmas time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love everything about the Christmas season: the music, the food, the decor, the movies, the parties, etc.  It's just all so magical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Alex's and my first Christmas as a married couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not our first Christmas together, though...no no no...that happened Christmas of '08.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I was a broken hearted, fragile, not ready for a relationship girl and he was a hard working, guitar playing to impress Kaycie, missionary guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a feeling this Christmas will be a little more fun for us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We for sure had to have a tree on our first Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only remember having a real tree once, due to family members being allergic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I do not have the type of memories where you go and pick out a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember helping my mother pick out an artificial one at Wal-Mart and my memories include us trying to get that tree up and down out of our attic, which was always quite the task! You have to go from the shelves, to the water heater, to hoisting yourself up in the attic hole. Was definitely quite comedic at times and I have a lot of funny memories surrounding that attic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since neither of us are allergic, I decided we needed to go get a real tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited and giddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We aren't hard core enough to go chop one down at a tree lot up in the mountains, so we just drove to Smith's Marketplace and rummaged through their selection, which was many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finally came to the conclusion of what tree we wanted and bought it!  They were having a little sale as well so both the tree, some ornaments, and the tree stand were all on sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex's poor hands were frozen, but he still strapped it to the top of our Element and we drove it home.  Alex carried it up the stairs and once we decided where to put it and got it settled in the stand, we began to decorate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except for one little problem.  I thought I had enough lights, but...I was wrong.  We got a tad over half way up, but we were too tired to venture out that night and the next day was Sunday, so for 2-3 days, our tree looked like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akrDTTIYCDw/Tt6gSRGKXZI/AAAAAAAABAo/0oGlBFdwg5A/s1600/IMG_0167.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akrDTTIYCDw/Tt6gSRGKXZI/AAAAAAAABAo/0oGlBFdwg5A/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683156015475482002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture doesn't do it justice.  I should've taken it at night because it looked so funny!  Nonetheless, we were so proud of our Christmas tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually I was able to run to the store and pick up another strand so we could finish our masterpiece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCAR6N6Jy1c/Tt6gJ--qICI/AAAAAAAABAc/kaRiMk8j6_I/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCAR6N6Jy1c/Tt6gJ--qICI/AAAAAAAABAc/kaRiMk8j6_I/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683155873173217314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided we had already spent enough on Christmas decor so we skipped the tree topper this year...perhaps next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE our tree!  I love staring at it with all the other lights off snuggled up next to my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It definitely has brought the Christmas spirit in to our home and I couldn't be more excited for Christmas day to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope your tree is up!  Tis the season! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3182890002687754858-3329810375918012818?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3329810375918012818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3329810375918012818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3329810375918012818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3329810375918012818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akrDTTIYCDw/Tt6gSRGKXZI/AAAAAAAABAo/0oGlBFdwg5A/s72-c/IMG_0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7891741760478520694</id><published>2011-11-23T11:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:10:08.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Husband's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name is Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he is the greatest Alex there ever was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's crazy how much I love that dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage has taught me a lot about being selfless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even though I had a slight break down about it yesterday (we're good now,) I love serving my husband constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no one in this world I'd rather do it for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ok, confession: I still do not like laundry, especially now that it's double.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; birthdays, so I was so excited to celebrate his 24th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying to be extra frugal this last month so I could get him some nice goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We woke up this morning at the lovely hour of 8:15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually have to get up at 5:45, so 8:15 was glorious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then while Alex was showering I put up the "Happy Birthday" sign and set out a 2 liter of Diet Dr. Pepper and a bag of Hot Cheetos on the couch to greet him when he sauntered on out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we headed on over to this restaurant called "The Blue Plate Diner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was DELISH!  Alex devoured his omelette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely going back there again someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We came on back home and he opened up his presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found him the "Back to the Future" trilogy at Graywhale so it's slightly used, but works just great, was cheap, and he loved getting it!  I was informed that's what we are watching tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got him some things from Urban Outfitters.  HOLLA 40% off discount!  That portion of the present included: a Gibson Les Paul guitar shirt, a button up v-neck sweater, and some mittens.  He wears his full on snowboarding gloves and he looks ridiculous since y'know...he's not in the snowy mountains snowboarding so obviously something had to be done.  Thankfully they fit his big 'ole hands and he loved them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, I gave him his homemade gift, which was a book full of people we know wishing him a happy birthday through a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to be sneaky, which is hard in a small apartment, but I pulled it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He absolutely loved it!  He just kept going through the pictures over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really is a stellar book.  I was so happy people put their personalities in it and had a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, he forgot to request work off for today so he had to leave me to go there for 3 hours.  So unfortunately, the zoo got nixed off the birthday activities list since they close shortly after he gets off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we will head on over to "Color Me Mine" and have a grand time there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then dinner tonight is at California Pizza Kitchen; compliments of a gift card.  yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we will go over to the U for a classical guitar performance; compliments of free admission.  yes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we head back home we have high hopes of making a killer fort in our living room, watching "Back to the Future" part 1 and eating whatever dessert we can find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, our birthday festivities will end with us in our cozy bed...because well...we can.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TMI?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welp, too bad.  I'm married. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, my cute birthday boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're more than I could ever ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for loving me, for rubbing my back whenever I ask, for making me bagel sandwiches, for letting me cry, for going to the temple with me, for attempting to fold laundry, for striving to become better, for dressing up with me, for going shopping with me, for praying with me, and most importantly, for being my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dT-oz26N89c/Ts0_3iPTt5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/VVBGqZYBcVQ/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678264928500430738" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-7891741760478520694?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7891741760478520694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7891741760478520694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7891741760478520694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7891741760478520694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-is-husbands-birthday.html' title='Today is Husband&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dT-oz26N89c/Ts0_3iPTt5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/VVBGqZYBcVQ/s72-c/IMG_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3266075892640865471</id><published>2011-11-20T09:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T09:57:48.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for the piano = completed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for those of you that know me...I play piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you that know me...know I've been trying to get a piano in my newlywed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you that have been to our apartment (which is not so many; shout out to Leah, Bryon, Krista, Frit, Jack, &amp;amp; Jeremiah)...you know our stairs are a teensy bit narrow. (Getting our mattress and couch up those stairs was a nightmare.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex's Papa knew a lady in his ward that had an extra piano that she did not need in her apartment and would give it to us for free!  Holla!  So we went to go look at it, play it a bit, and see what we thought.  It was a studio upright and was a really pretty color.  I was down for it.  So Papa wrote down all the measurements and then we went to go measure our stairs to make out a game plan for moving that sucker up 3 flights of stairs.  Well, we could not do such a thing.  The mixture of the piano being heavy, amateurs (Alex and other family members) moving it, and our narrow stairwell was not serving us well.  So we called around to see how much it would cost to move the piano by professionals.  Oh just a nice grand total of $375.  Plus after moving a piano you have to get it tuned, which is another $100.  Hmm...did we mention we're newlyweds?  That's what I thought.  Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amidst the time Alex and I were trying to figure out how to fork out almost $500, Papa told us about another lady in his ward (he's a Bishop at a downtown ward) that was needing a new home for her electric piano.  So we set up a time to go over and meet this old lady and see the piano.  However, there were some rules we had to abide by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rule #1: Do not mention we are related to Papa.  She no likey Papa.  Um...rude.  Who doesn't like Papa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rule #2:  We HAVE to take this piano.  Even if we don't like it, take it and get rid of it some other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rule #3:  We have to write her a thank you card pretty instantly.  She gave away an organ once, never got a thank you card, and still tells everyone 5748394875 times about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...alright.  We're desperate enough to do this.  So we met Jack, as well as the couple missionaries that serve in that ward, and headed on up to her apartment.  Her name was Mary.  And boy was she a firecracker.  She does not mess around.  She was telling everyone that walked in where to sit and if they said, "oh, I'm fine standing" she got upset and told them they had to sit.  Even though she was for sure a bossy lady, she was also very sweet.  She wanted to tell me her journey to getting this electric piano and what to do with it when I'm done using it.  She also proceeded to tell us a little TMI about her health and her first husband (who apparently wanted her to be the first wife of a few, which Mary did not go for...clearly.)  She did ask Alex and the missionary to give her a blessing and Heavenly Father for sure loves her, so that was cool to witness.  It was very interesting, but fun talking with her.  She told us that when the couple missionaries told her they had found someone to take her piano, she said she felt so warm inside and was so happy Heavenly Father had sent someone to take it and love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully we like it so we don't have to dispose of it.  Double thankful it's much lighter than a regular piano so Jack and Alex were able to get it up our stairs!  It has a nice sound and touch for being an electric and it's been so nice to have a piano in our home!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to get going on sending Mary a thank you card so she doesn't haunt me when she passes on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3266075892640865471?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3266075892640865471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3266075892640865471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3266075892640865471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3266075892640865471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/11/search-for-piano-completed.html' title='Search for the piano = completed!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-5851268315848679788</id><published>2011-11-14T09:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:41:36.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBD. (no big deal...[for those that aren't aware of nbd.])</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I'd share a pretty cool experience that we, the Fosters, had last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was our Stake Conference weekend so our Stake Presidency decided to also have an extra meeting the Wednesday evening before at the chapel in the Salt Lake Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We weren't sure if our schedules were going to be able to make it, but we were able to attend...and boy am I glad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We knew a sealer was going to be talking with us.  It was going to be a little more in depth in talking about our marriage sealings since we were inside the temple.  We were just excited to go, so we got ready and headed on downtown.  We saw some familiar faces from our ward when we entered the chapel and then picked a pew about 10 rows back.  The chapel was gorgeous, of course, and it just felt great being in there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The meeting began and then the man conducting announced who was speaking.  He said that the sealer who would be talking was Brother Dalton.  Alright.  Then from the pulpit he asked if his wife, Sister Dalton, would bear her testimony at the conclusion of her husband's talk.  I assume said lady nodded because he kept on going announcing the layout of the meeting.  Alex and I looked at each other and we were like, "Wait...Dalton.  Do you think he means Elaine S. Dalton?  No.  Couldn't be.  Well maybe...?"  We just stayed in suspense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Brother Dalton gave an amazing talk on the temple and temple marriages.  He was a sweet, sweet man.  Then sure enough...up walks Sister Dalton.  THE Sister Dalton.  Her testimony was obviously amazing.  She was so sincere and it was so lovely witnessing it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I, of course, wanted to meet her after the meeting.  Much to our convenience, our Bishop's wife was sitting next to her.  That made it highly easy to waltz on over there.  We said hello to Bishop's wife and then said hello to her.  She was so sweet and shook our hands.  We spoke with her for a few minutes and then just randomly she kinda stood back and stared back and forth at Alex and myself a few times.  Then she said (no joke), "Wow!  You two, as a couple, really stand out!  I just know and feel that you have an amazing future ahead of you and will do a lot of good!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NBD.  Just THE Sister Dalton felt the need to tell us we stood out and that our future is looking bright.  It was seriously incredible.  She said it so sincere and with such power.  I about died.  We were definitely on cloud 9 the rest of the evening and are so grateful we were able to have such an experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QFruuTR_9c/TsE9DJzx0pI/AAAAAAAAA_s/VNRoL3zAVDU/s1600/Con07-sisterdalton-01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QFruuTR_9c/TsE9DJzx0pI/AAAAAAAAA_s/VNRoL3zAVDU/s320/Con07-sisterdalton-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674884129845531282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-5851268315848679788?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/5851268315848679788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=5851268315848679788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5851268315848679788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5851268315848679788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/11/nbd-no-big-dealfor-those-that-arent.html' title='NBD. (no big deal...[for those that aren&apos;t aware of nbd.])'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QFruuTR_9c/TsE9DJzx0pI/AAAAAAAAA_s/VNRoL3zAVDU/s72-c/Con07-sisterdalton-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-6872111362154475428</id><published>2011-11-07T15:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:48:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was not feeling too hot from Thursday to Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was having some serious stomach issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure what it was (I think it may have been something I ate) but let's just say my tummy was a'rumblin for 4 days and it was close to unbearable to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was not the most fun to be around since all I could do was hang around on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully my husband is so sweet and just stayed by me unless he had school or work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day we watched "Friends" for 7 hours straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The laughter felt good for my body and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are we ashamed we watched for that long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope.  Not one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBIWrlk4-rM/TrhffNxtx-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/9OKSUFnqfeA/s1600/friends%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBIWrlk4-rM/TrhffNxtx-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/9OKSUFnqfeA/s320/friends%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672388720551905250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-6872111362154475428?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/6872111362154475428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=6872111362154475428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6872111362154475428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6872111362154475428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/11/lazy-day.html' title='A lazy day.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBIWrlk4-rM/TrhffNxtx-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/9OKSUFnqfeA/s72-c/friends%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-5940997455770606622</id><published>2011-11-02T11:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:12:20.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex got a B on his latest sculpture, a 70 on his art history exam, an 80 on his color theory exam, and a 90 on his other exam...Fiction.  He got an A- on his sculpture, an 83 on his art history exam, a 92 on his color theory exam, and a 97 on his other exam that I can't remember the name of the class!!  YAY husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the assistant supervisor position at work...Fact!  I am SO beyond excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made garlic shrimp last night...Fact!  Shrimp was on sale over a month ago and we finally ate it.  It was seriously delicious!  I don't even care that my apartment smells like the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's now super cold and I'm liking seeing the snow in the mountains...Fiction.  I hate it.  I do, however, love the fact that it means Christmas is around the corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband put his ice cream in the microwave (which is above our freezer) instead of in the freezer after he was done eating it so it was in there all night until he discovered it the next morning and he's now all upset since the carton wasn't even half gone...Fact.  And oh how I had a good laugh!  (he's going to kill me for putting that on here as he is very embarrassed he did such a thing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like the Hunger Games craze...Fiction!  I freakin LOVE the Hunger Games and want to read them all over again!  I canNOT wait until March when the movie comes out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband is the best husband in the whole wide world, the most good looking man in the whole wide world, the sweetest guy in the whole wide world, and I love him so much.  I think I may be obsessed with him...the biggest FACT there ever was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Wednesday, Y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-5940997455770606622?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/5940997455770606622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=5940997455770606622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5940997455770606622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5940997455770606622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/11/fact-or-fiction.html' title='Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7787897316193290342</id><published>2011-10-27T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:26:40.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift cards?!  Yes, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was so so great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(emphasis on &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started out with some relaxing in bed.  I love those mornings when we both wake up, have no work, no school, and can just lay there cuddling and talking.  Seriously the best!  My sweet husband is such a little boy in the mornings.  He is NOT a morning person so he acts like he's 4...him and all his bed head glory.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we did the dishes and made some bagel sandwiches, we marched our little tails on over to Williams-Sonoma &amp;amp; Bed, Bath, and Beyond to spend our heart's delight in...gift cards.  Yes, folks...gift cards.  We got over $400 worth of goodies and did not spend one dime!  Oh it was glorious.  We FINALLY got some pots!!!  We have been cooking everything in our giant stock pot!  Amongst the pots were other treasures, that I was so happy to receive!  Thankfully, Williams-Sonoma had food samples out so that kept Alex entertained there.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also made a pit stop at Home Goods to try and find a jewelry holder (since my jewelry is ALL over the joint) and the perfect wall hanging for our bathroom.  We found BOTH and they were both under $10!  Love me some Home Goods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Alex's one class of the day we finished up our errand running at Smith's to get some groceries.  The Elder's Quorum is having a chili cook off tomorrow and Alex wants to win SO badly!  Has he ever cooked chili in his life?  Well, no, but he is determined to win.  So he looked up some recipes, found one he liked, and we picked up those items as well.  When we got out to the car we realized we did not pay for the milk on the bottom rack of our cart.  BLAST!  So we had to go back in.  Oh well, we picked up a pumpkin to carve on our way back inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unloading all our newly acquired treasures (while I was waiting on the burger meat to thaw) was oh so fun!  Then I made homemade french fries and grilled up some burgers on our George!  Alex ate it all up.  Success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we finished off our evening by visiting with baby brother, Jack, watching Family Feud and eating our cheap ice cream that was on sale for $2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it...a day in the life of the Fosters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moral of the story...get married!  You get gift cards! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(oh yeah...and marriage is just awesome in general.  That's why you should do it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-7787897316193290342?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7787897316193290342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7787897316193290342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7787897316193290342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7787897316193290342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/10/gift-cards-yes-please.html' title='Gift cards?!  Yes, please!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1601656448428263845</id><published>2011-10-24T08:53:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:09:21.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seesters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided I miss being able to be with my sisters all the time.  I wish I had realized how lucky I was when we were all under the same roof growing up.  But, as little ones do, we don't realize and argue over stupid things (especially if your name was Karly &amp;amp; Kaycie. :)  I was able to spend time with my sisters over the weekend while we were all in California for the 2nd reception.  It was so nice to relax, talk, and laugh with them.  I have a feeling heaven is going to be &lt;b&gt;glorious&lt;/b&gt; because there will be no such thing as long distance.  And that my friends, is worth being good for.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWEdHJzSV3E/TqV88daQA3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/nkLhJkGQ590/s1600/n17808598_36714455_1078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWEdHJzSV3E/TqV88daQA3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/nkLhJkGQ590/s320/n17808598_36714455_1078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667073084244362098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cJ9-h3jB5I/TqV8pnqFqfI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ojArkQ8nM98/s1600/IMG_1833.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cJ9-h3jB5I/TqV8pnqFqfI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ojArkQ8nM98/s320/IMG_1833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667072760577632754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along with my own sisters, I am so grateful for my new sister-in-law, Brittany.  She is the best new sister I could have ever asked for and she fits right in with all of us.  Well...she may need to change her name to Krittany.  Is that alright, Britt? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqZS84U0cHE/TqV8LXAiAPI/AAAAAAAAA-M/zHSMmrslADk/s1600/DSC02691.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqZS84U0cHE/TqV8LXAiAPI/AAAAAAAAA-M/zHSMmrslADk/s320/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667072240712286450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all y'all!  Thanks for being my friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-1601656448428263845?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1601656448428263845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1601656448428263845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1601656448428263845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1601656448428263845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/10/seesters.html' title='Seesters'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWEdHJzSV3E/TqV88daQA3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/nkLhJkGQ590/s72-c/n17808598_36714455_1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4675237759667525914</id><published>2011-10-15T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:09:00.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars.  (not the movie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any one of these options are looking mighty fine right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGfb3QcxPBQ/Tpn0-kltjWI/AAAAAAAAA90/LcbcDX-qqgQ/s1600/deltatricycle_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGfb3QcxPBQ/Tpn0-kltjWI/AAAAAAAAA90/LcbcDX-qqgQ/s320/deltatricycle_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827362206027106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6RYuKqh8N4/Tpn07kRz4sI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QkJ0G_qO1Q0/s1600/Arabian-Camel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6RYuKqh8N4/Tpn07kRz4sI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QkJ0G_qO1Q0/s320/Arabian-Camel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827310582948546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q8crhZOjfs/Tpn025kwV2I/AAAAAAAAA9c/19c0JcWToJs/s1600/websluggy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q8crhZOjfs/Tpn025kwV2I/AAAAAAAAA9c/19c0JcWToJs/s320/websluggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663827230400206690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fasteners on my bumper came off and screwed up everything on our way home from California (long story), so now the whole bumper needs to be replaced.  Add all the different bumper parts, plus the paint, plus the new fasteners...$905 whopping dollars.  Um, ok.  THEN the next day after we took the car in, Alex and I are driving to a reception in our other car and a rock hits the windshield and cracks it.  We're &lt;b&gt;praying&lt;/b&gt; it doesn't spread so we don't need to fix it any time in the near future! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking we need to find other options of transportation!  Cars are so dang expensive!  Dang you, modern world, and the need you have for cars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Hi, we're newlyweds.  We're taking donations for our cars.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4675237759667525914?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4675237759667525914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4675237759667525914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4675237759667525914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4675237759667525914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/10/cars-not-movie.html' title='Cars.  (not the movie)'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGfb3QcxPBQ/Tpn0-kltjWI/AAAAAAAAA90/LcbcDX-qqgQ/s72-c/deltatricycle_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-6451636585018008618</id><published>2011-10-06T09:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:55:00.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting can be awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two men in my life have made me laugh fairly hard recently through the wonderful world of texting.  No...but seriously...really, truly laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruy_tS8awkQ/To3Ndv4aKoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/yAwZSJjx0AQ/s1600/IMG_1615.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruy_tS8awkQ/To3Ndv4aKoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/yAwZSJjx0AQ/s320/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660406217627544194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first one came from good 'ole Daddio on September 27th.  I was cleaning and organizing our spare room when my phone beeps.  I look at the screen and it says "Daddy."  So I open it up and it reads: "Dreamed that Justin Timberlake was living w/ us.  Your mom kept giving him 20 dollar bills and I had to tell her to stop walking around topless in front of him!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhhh mannn...when I responded he just said back: "You just can't make that up!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep...that really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then yesterday while I was at work my husband texted me and it read: "Sooo, I may have figured out that if I yell "hey you turkeys!" to Aladdin and Jasmine, then they have to respond...I know how?  Because they were from the Ottoman Empire which was modern day Turkey.  And her dad was the sultan...So Agrabah is really Constantinople which is modern day Istanbul."  Then a text later: "Turkeys hahaha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I love both of these men and how they bring smiles to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3182890002687754858-6451636585018008618?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/6451636585018008618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=6451636585018008618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6451636585018008618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6451636585018008618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/10/texting-can-be-awesome.html' title='Texting can be awesome!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruy_tS8awkQ/To3Ndv4aKoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/yAwZSJjx0AQ/s72-c/IMG_1615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-311579925106537845</id><published>2011-10-03T09:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:31:33.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Moe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the hubs and I kinda love going on hikes.  It's great exercise, the fresh air feels amazing, and the scenery is always to die for!  We've only been on a few hikes together, but this latest one was so much fun!  We were gone a big chunk of the day and we hiked 3 miles up and then the 3 miles back down.  This is us at the top: we obviously felt very accomplished with ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUKtb99y-bc/TonTP1BRDKI/AAAAAAAAA9M/w__6PU3LLG4/s1600/DSC02652.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUKtb99y-bc/TonTP1BRDKI/AAAAAAAAA9M/w__6PU3LLG4/s320/DSC02652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659286675651628194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We began to eat our lunch when all the sudden this little guy popped up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was SOO excited because I had never seen a chipmunk in real life before!  He was just scampering around and wasn't too skiddish of us.  He would come fairly close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOGNX5aquJM/TonTH_wLskI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ObKy6HW5_vU/s1600/DSC02655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOGNX5aquJM/TonTH_wLskI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ObKy6HW5_vU/s320/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659286541093810754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the little guy scampered over and grabbed the corner of my sandwich that I had thrown in the bush!  Then he perched up on this rock and ate the rest of it!  I was laughing so hard because I thought it was hilarious that he had done that!  (Well...I couldn't laugh TOO hard because I didn't want to scare him away!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBRwkJQGXbQ/TonS-xufrpI/AAAAAAAAA88/Vp9e0dTBmlU/s1600/DSC02656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBRwkJQGXbQ/TonS-xufrpI/AAAAAAAAA88/Vp9e0dTBmlU/s320/DSC02656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659286382709812882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he left the crust!  Just like a little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LY3_17xlcds/TonS2r1CMTI/AAAAAAAAA80/KS25XH2XF2s/s1600/DSC02657.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LY3_17xlcds/TonS2r1CMTI/AAAAAAAAA80/KS25XH2XF2s/s320/DSC02657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659286243687674162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had the brilliant idea to give him a hot cheetoh.  He totally ate some of it!  I guess he wasn't too fond of it because he didn't eat the rest and wasn't too keen on being by us anymore!  Haha...we probably set his tiny mouth on fire!  So that was the last we saw of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uWtnX3430w/TonSleYQywI/AAAAAAAAA8s/HsRNn-h-HYY/s1600/DSC02661.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uWtnX3430w/TonSleYQywI/AAAAAAAAA8s/HsRNn-h-HYY/s320/DSC02661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659285948019559170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our way back down we decided to name him Moe.  Moe gave us quite the entertainment for a good 20 minutes!  I'm hoping he will rendezvous with us again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-311579925106537845?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/311579925106537845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=311579925106537845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/311579925106537845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/311579925106537845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/10/mr-moe.html' title='Mr. Moe'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUKtb99y-bc/TonTP1BRDKI/AAAAAAAAA9M/w__6PU3LLG4/s72-c/DSC02652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4436822421603716038</id><published>2011-09-27T09:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:57:46.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm having a proud Mama Bear moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Ryan Anderson is entering the MTC tomorrow and after learning his language will head to the Philippines, where he is going to tear it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan was in my first EVER company at EFY!  Way back in 07, he was one of my boys.  I can still remember the first time meeting him.  He had so much energy for life and the gospel and I just knew we were going to be the best of friends.  And we did become that.  That week he would always fight over getting to escort me.  He wanted to go to classes with me, dance with me, sit by me, etc.  He even threw rocks at my window on Saturday morning until I woke up to come out and hang with him until his ride got there.  Seriously...that kid made my week and now has made such an impression on me these last 4 years that I will cherish him always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2I4o8-fWsRs/ToHv3yxtRLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/aufla-DkZ5c/s1600/n17808598_37573787_8365624.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2I4o8-fWsRs/ToHv3yxtRLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/aufla-DkZ5c/s320/n17808598_37573787_8365624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657066348756157618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;efy 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ4Pm0qjIv0/ToHvzt3f0zI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Z7SfgZNDPCA/s1600/n17808598_37573867_5598586.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ4Pm0qjIv0/ToHvzt3f0zI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Z7SfgZNDPCA/s320/n17808598_37573867_5598586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657066278718788402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;efy 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still inseparable at free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FE359hnsvko/ToHvvXncXyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/6m5YjoG9GPs/s1600/5256_672173167599_17808598_38000981_5973327_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FE359hnsvko/ToHvvXncXyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/6m5YjoG9GPs/s320/5256_672173167599_17808598_38000981_5973327_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657066204026396450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;efy 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even as a BC, he made me feel like I was his counselor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwhoTd_fypk/ToHvre65fhI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LwpeLQrG4LY/s1600/62437_786041719109_17808598_41521392_1717339_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwhoTd_fypk/ToHvre65fhI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LwpeLQrG4LY/s320/62437_786041719109_17808598_41521392_1717339_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657066137267568146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gateway mall 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan is just one of those kids that has a tender spot in my heart.  I can only hope I have a son just like him.  He always lifts up my spirits and I know he does that for a lot of people.  I couldn't help but tear up as I watched him give his farewell talk on Sunday.  He was so strong in the gospel in 07, but it's amazing to see how much he's grown.  I know he'll do awesome in the field!  He knows where his priorities lay...and that's with Heavenly Father.  And THAT'S why I know he's going to be the best missionary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you, Ryan!  See ya in 2!  Make me proud and return with honor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TREEEEHUGGERSSS!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4436822421603716038?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4436822421603716038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4436822421603716038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4436822421603716038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4436822421603716038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/09/elder-anderson.html' title='Elder Anderson'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2I4o8-fWsRs/ToHv3yxtRLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/aufla-DkZ5c/s72-c/n17808598_37573787_8365624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-2580239286551886215</id><published>2011-09-20T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:21:22.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My own "Bucket List"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...last night Alex and I watched the "Friends" episode where they all go through their 30th birthdays and how they reacted.  Phoebe gets to do all the things she wanted to by the time she was 30, until her sister shows her their birth certificate and Phoebe realizes she actually turned 31, not 30.  She is devastated because she didn't get to do all the things she wanted by the time she was 31.  Well, that got me thinking.  I really need to finish my bucket list.  I started it in high school, would add a few here and there, but this morning I've really given it some thought and I feel I have come up with the perfect bucket list for me.  So here ya go: (stars mean already completed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;1. milk a cow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;2. ice skate in rockafeller center&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;3. ride a gondola IN Italy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;4. ride an elephant&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;5. go to each continent&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;6. visit 100 temples&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;7. swim with dolphins * (August 2006 in St. Augustine, FL)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;8. see Celine Dion in concert * (April 2011 in Vegas)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;9. get married to an amazing man in the temple * (August 12, 2011 :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;10. have children with this amazing man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;11. see a Braves playoff game * (October 2010 in San Fran) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;12. go to a real fashion show&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;13. go on a humanitarian mission to a cool country&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;14. help someone's testimony * (EFY, EFY, EFY...but always trying on this one)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;15. always be healthy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;16. forgive others&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;17. learn how to ballroom dance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;18. walk/run in a race for a terminal disease&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;19. ride a jet ski&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;20. learn how to play golf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;21. climb the Eiffel Tower&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;22. go horseback riding on the beach * (August 2011 on our honeymoon on Amelia Island, FL)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;23. be able to communicate in spanish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;24. learn the 100 basic ASL signs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;25. learn how to play the Ukelele&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;26. make a CD with my own songs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;27. go snorkling&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;28. write thank you notes and send them to everyone who has influenced me in my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;29. learn how to do a Rubik's Cube&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;30. see Justin Bieber in concert&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;31. have a sunflower and wildflower patch in my garden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;32. see a live Olympic event&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;33. ride in a hot air balloon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;34. see tulips in Holland&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;35. kiss my husband at the top of the Eiffel Tower&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;36. visit all 50 states&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;37. do something to get on Ellen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;38. audition for SYTYCD * (February 2007 in SLC)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;39. invent something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;40. listen to every piece by Frederic Chopin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;41. build a treehouse&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;42. learn how to sew&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;43. Go to a jazz club at the French Quarter in New Orleans&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;44. be on a game show&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;45. go to a big event holding a "Free Hugs" sign&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;46. get pampered at a really fancy spa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;47. see a Broadway show ON Broadway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;48. hop a mile on a bouncy ball (inspired by Phoebe from "Friends)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;49. kiss my husband under mistletoe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;50. visit CoCo Chanel's apartment and boutique at 31 Rue Cambon in Paris&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;51. send a message in a bottle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;52. take a train &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;53. go to Hollywood and drive through Beverley Hills &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;54. cross the intersection at Abbey Road &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;55. sing the national anthem in D.C.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;56. sleep in a castle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;57. volunteer at a soup kitchen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;58. go to a PowWow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;59. eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every day for 2 weeks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;60. learn about the lives of the latter-day prophets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;61. do a 365 photography project one year&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;62. eat Belgium Waffles in Belgium&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;63. read 25 classic books&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;64. carve my name and a heart into a tree with my husband&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;65. go on a European vacation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;66. always pay my tithing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;67. see Sara Bareilles in concert * (November 2010 in SLC)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;68. run a lemonade stand with my kids&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;69. write my life story&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;70. buy a polaroid camera&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;71. participate in a mud fight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;72. spend all day in a wildflower field doing whatever i want&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;73. memorize "The Living Christ" and "The Family: A Proclamation to the World"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;74. go to a Nascar race&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;75. take a paddle boat on the Mississippi River and read excerpts of "Huckleberry Finn" and "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" while riding&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;76. go on a Disney cruise&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;77. be content in life and always trusting the Lord&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;78. Go to Michael Jackson's Neverland&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;79. kiss in the rain (like really kiss.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;80. visit a redwood forest&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;81. go to the world's longest yard sale (Michigan to Alabama)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;82. be a street performer for a day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;83. go to a drive-in movie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;84. eat breakfast at Tiffany's on 5th avenue while dressed up like Audrey Hepbern&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;85. take a picture with a celebrity * (Matt Damon, fall 1999, Savannah...but I'm always up for more :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;86. have a paint war&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;87. have a picnic in Central Park&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;88. learn the Thriller dance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;89. see the Hill Cumorah and Manti pageants&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;90. teach a child how to play an instrument&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;91. donate to a charity&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;92. go to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;93. learn how to do a cartwheel and a hand stand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;94. take a pottery class&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;95. go to a Luau in Hawaii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;96. take a hip hop class from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tabitha_and_Napoleon_D'umo"&gt;Napoleon &amp;amp; Tabitha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;97. ride a bicycle built for 2 with my husband&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;98. hold an exotic animal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;99. spend a week at Walden pond&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;100. be the best wife and mother i can be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;101. document all of it with pictures, journal writing, video, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;(subject to be added to)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;So there ya have it...101 things I want to for sure do before I kick the can.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;I've already completed 9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; color: #292929"&gt;Only 92 more to go! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-2580239286551886215?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/2580239286551886215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=2580239286551886215&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2580239286551886215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2580239286551886215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-own-bucket-list.html' title='My own &quot;Bucket List&quot;'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3223779939289606868</id><published>2011-09-15T15:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:10:05.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-an Asian couple lived here before us.  and apparently she loves catalogs.  cause we get them now.  at least she got good magazines because i really enjoy getting one every day.  HELLO Nordstrom and Urban Outfitters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-speaking of Urban Outfitters, did you know they have a warehouse in Trenton, SC?  (bet you didn't.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-also...I want a chair from Urban Outfitters.  it's called Madeline.  how awesome.  too bad it's $350.  see ya next time, Madeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-we recycle now since we have a recycling bin.  i kinda love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i made delicious chicken tacos last night.  alex ate 4...mission accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i never thought i would love the idea of getting tupperware and kitchen utensils.  but i do.  that means i grew up at some point...BLAH.  when did that happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i bought enough flour and sugar to last us probably 2 years.  yay case lot sale at Smith's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i still love my living room rug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-kris, alex, and i skyped with karly and laela yesterday.  it was glorious.  i miss that AZ duo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i am going to use my kitchen aid for the first time as soon as i am done with this post.  i am going to make cookies.  yay case lot sale at Smith's...again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i miss provo.  (but don't tell alex cause he feels bad that he took me away from there.  but he reads this blog...oops...love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i still love new haven and all those lost teenage girls.  bless them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-putting together our apartment is taking WAY more time than i ever anticipated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-santa barbara reception in less than a month!  WOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-we went on a date last friday to rascal flatts.  we ate nachos, went in the free photo booth, and danced our little country souls out.  (well...me so more than him...but he still loved gary, jay, and joe don.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i've made our bed way more times being married than i ever did in my single life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-i wish gas weren't so blasted expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-krista's coming to my adult hip hop class and i'm way happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-and lastly:  i had a dream last night that John Mayer came to perform at our Stake activity.  yeah ok...cause that would happen.  anywho, Johnny boy agreed to come to a room and do a private performance for Alex and me.  don't know how that happened either.  BUT John played "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" and my man and I slow danced.  um....nothing more romantic than that.  if only it had been real...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-happy thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3223779939289606868?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3223779939289606868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3223779939289606868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3223779939289606868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3223779939289606868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/09/randoms.html' title='Randoms.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4813865334483843032</id><published>2011-09-08T16:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:35:43.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Forbes &amp; Mermaids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K, first...I am happy to announce that my dear friend, McKell Lyn Forbes, has been called to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in &lt;b&gt;Milan, Italy&lt;/b&gt;!!!!  Um...Italy is her favorite place in the WORLD!  She loves it with all her heart and soul.  So this is quite amazing she is now going to be a missionary there since she already has a love affair with it.  Talk about dream come true!  She reports on Nov. 16, and I am OH so proud of her!  This has been a big decision for her and I'm so happy it's happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tw_QlUzaHU/TmlB7GfMeWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MERojqhSZXU/s1600/DSC01860.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tw_QlUzaHU/TmlB7GfMeWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MERojqhSZXU/s320/DSC01860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650119691122538850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex and I have to go down to Santa Barbara for our 2nd reception in early October.  I was trying to think of something fun we could do during our road trip since it is a long drive.  Then I remembered seeing "The Little Mermaid" is going on at Tuacahn, which is on our route.  So I looked it up and it will still be playing then!  AND, nosebleed tickets weren't all that expensivo, so we got 2!  I am SO SO SO excited!  The Little Mermaid is one of my favs (and Alex's too).  I watched The Little Mermaid so much when I was 3-4 that I broke my first VHS and they had to buy me a new one.  Alex didn't quite break his, but he watched it an awful lot as well.  We're just two peas in a pod, aren't we? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ariel...I'm a'Comin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4813865334483843032?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4813865334483843032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4813865334483843032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4813865334483843032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4813865334483843032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/09/sister-forbes-mermaids.html' title='Sister Forbes &amp; Mermaids.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tw_QlUzaHU/TmlB7GfMeWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MERojqhSZXU/s72-c/DSC01860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-2880363888575818265</id><published>2011-09-04T21:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:36:36.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first night in Florida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are newlyweds to do when you get to Florida and it's thunderstorming outside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ok...well I know y'all had an idea of something we could do.  But no.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect solution:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch "Aladdin," eat Cheez-Its, and take PhotoBooth pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It.  Was.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oTvwRpHk4Rc/TmRDH2uJGmI/AAAAAAAAA78/20M8Z07UW6I/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-14%2Bat%2B19.57.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oTvwRpHk4Rc/TmRDH2uJGmI/AAAAAAAAA78/20M8Z07UW6I/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-14%2Bat%2B19.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648713634856639074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qCL-50ebIE/TmRDBZ4g-7I/AAAAAAAAA70/X72fT5CVKkI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-14%2Bat%2B19.57%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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Florida.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oTvwRpHk4Rc/TmRDH2uJGmI/AAAAAAAAA78/20M8Z07UW6I/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-14%2Bat%2B19.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-2177331752657753241</id><published>2011-09-01T09:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:38:02.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids in the dumpster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So being as we live in married student housing, there are more than just adults at said complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's babies, infants, toddlers, and even a few grade school children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our favorite kiddos to watch are these 2 black kids that live in our court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy is probably 7-8 and the girl is probably 5-6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They ride their scooters like nobody's business around the sidewalks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The brother usually tries to crash into his sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We may have laughed when we witnessed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day Alex and I came home from some errand and we saw the little black boy positioning himself between the trash dumpster and the recycling dumpster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like, "what is he doing?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, he reached in the recycling dumpster and pulled out a large tupperware that I, yes &lt;b&gt;myself&lt;/b&gt;, personally put in there only hours before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had no top, it was starting to yellow, and just not too useful anymore so I threw it in there earlier that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously couldn't believe it, I was laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex couldn't figure out why I thought it was so funny, until I told them that was our tupperware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he had a good laugh as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little boy hopped down and ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw him show his sister and who knows what they did with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then on sunday while Alex and I were throwing the baseball back and forth, the little girl had a cardboard box (which she dumpster dove for) in her hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex asked her what she was going to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "Play with my brother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said it in such a "duhh...what else would I do with it?" tone in her voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the saying "One man's trash is another man's treasure" really is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex and I tried to think about all they could possibly be playing with the cardboard box and plastic tupperware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My personal favs were train cars and space shuttles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I should go dumpster dive in the recycling dumpster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-2177331752657753241?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/2177331752657753241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=2177331752657753241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2177331752657753241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2177331752657753241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/09/kids-in-dumpster.html' title='Kids in the dumpster?'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3159208810301458538</id><published>2011-08-30T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:54:42.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate pretzels while both sitting in the La-Z-Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We picked out our activity from the FHE jar which said, "Eat at a local hole in the wall joint.  Those usually are the best places."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I texted Krista since neither one of us knew of any holes in the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave us 3 to choose from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sang "I Am a Child of God" from the Children's Songbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Him on the ukelele, me on...nothing.  Just singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sang all FOUR verses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave the spiritual thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopped at Michael's to get wire for hanging pictures purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopped at a nail salon because my acrylics had got to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady told us 30 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An hour and a half later...we're walking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex's tummy was grumbling and blood sugar dropping so we needed to get somewhere quick.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry hole in the wall joint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Training Table beat you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better luck next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got home and put that FHE slip back in the jar for a later date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watched Cake Boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got ready for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Said our prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmm...bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3159208810301458538?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3159208810301458538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3159208810301458538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3159208810301458538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3159208810301458538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-night.html' title='last night.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1298868571933755057</id><published>2011-08-22T16:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T16:54:40.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband. y'know...that Alex guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have much time to blog as our apartment is still in quite the process mode.  We have all of the furniture moved in or put together (yay IKEA) except for a bedside stand and a shelf for the bathroom. (NO storage in the bathroom so our stuff is all on the floor.)  However, the unpacking is taking a long time and now that I am home from work and Alex will soon be home from school, our FHE activity will commence.  FHE activity: unpacking more!  bleh.  Oh well...it's been fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason though I wanted to blog, was to publicly say how much I love my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's still a little strange to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We randomly have these moments where we look at each other, stare for like 4 seconds, then say at the same time, "We're married."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's cool though.  I highly recommend marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcllHOdUCdE/TlLaPNVwWUI/AAAAAAAAA54/ryV-qYeaUGU/s1600/295109_10150762291295529_652520528_20158051_5156064_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcllHOdUCdE/TlLaPNVwWUI/AAAAAAAAA54/ryV-qYeaUGU/s320/295109_10150762291295529_652520528_20158051_5156064_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643813237862455618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho: reasons why I love my husband of one week and 3 days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. He was EVER so patient with me on our wedding night. (too much info?  oh well.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I still find him staring at me.  Just because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. He tells me he loves me probably around 20 times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. On the last night of our honeymoon we took a night stroll on the beach.  We walked barefoot back to the hotel and I started to cry.  I love the south and the coast and was really sad to get on a plane the next morning.  He lifted me up on the bed, hugged me, kissed my cheek, and let me lay down (feet dangling since they still had sand on them).  Then he went and got a wet washcloth and a dry towel and proceeded to wipe all the sand off my feet and even got in between my toes.  Then dried them off and came back to cradle me...all while I'm crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. He's done with his getting ready for bed routine quicker than me.  When I get in the room he is kneeling by the side of the bed waiting for me to join him to say our nightly prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. As I was leaving for work this morning he jumped up out of the chair to give me a big hug and kiss (or 5 or 6 maybe...) and told me he loved me.  Then asked if there was any house work I wanted him to do.  I just asked him to make the bed.  I got back from work...and it was made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a great husband, he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being married to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-1298868571933755057?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1298868571933755057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1298868571933755057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1298868571933755057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1298868571933755057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/08/husband-yknowthat-alex-guy.html' title='Husband. y&apos;know...that Alex guy.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcllHOdUCdE/TlLaPNVwWUI/AAAAAAAAA54/ryV-qYeaUGU/s72-c/295109_10150762291295529_652520528_20158051_5156064_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-8260623390127824650</id><published>2011-08-08T17:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:33:50.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridezilla?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, EFY was AWESOME!  Sad it was my last year, but so happy the summer was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, Bridezilla?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...I am definitely not at this stage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpaGoAPdyTg/TkBw76YH5rI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KHOjypA7rRw/s1600/bridezilla2-300x235.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpaGoAPdyTg/TkBw76YH5rI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KHOjypA7rRw/s320/bridezilla2-300x235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638630908052891314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am, however, in this stage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_oFhXcILjMU/TkBw4_XfbMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/5syW1cIU1MY/s1600/Bridezilla_L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_oFhXcILjMU/TkBw4_XfbMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/5syW1cIU1MY/s320/Bridezilla_L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638630857852808386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Completely and totally overwhelmed.  The to-do lists keep getting longer.  Even though things get checked off...the bottom gets longer so it feels like there's no headway.  I am so so grateful I have sisters, a mother, sisters at church, and bridesmaids coming soon!  This day could not happen without them.  Whenever I get overwhelmed though, I just think about this handsome guy and it helps remind me that I am marrying such an amazing person.  And that all of this will not be remembered because the wedding happiness will fade it all away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZakvXF8StI/TkBw0Z_w6mI/AAAAAAAAA5g/I7jtedEXKh0/s1600/_MG_1979.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZakvXF8StI/TkBw0Z_w6mI/AAAAAAAAA5g/I7jtedEXKh0/s320/_MG_1979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638630779101702754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously am so excited to get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love him, I love him, I LOVE HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-8260623390127824650?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/8260623390127824650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=8260623390127824650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8260623390127824650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8260623390127824650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/08/bridezilla.html' title='Bridezilla?'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpaGoAPdyTg/TkBw76YH5rI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KHOjypA7rRw/s72-c/bridezilla2-300x235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-6805316978200165731</id><published>2011-07-30T15:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:17:34.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say "Raw" you say "Chester"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this one time I flew to New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Rochester in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I flew out of Jacksonville at 5:45 this morning (after getting 4.5 hours of sleep) and after a layover in D.C. landed myself in NY at 9:30 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After finding out the shuttle to Palmyra is $75 I thought to myself, "There must be another way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I contacted the EFY team up here.  They were still in MA at their last session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what am I doing, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am waiting here until Ash &amp;amp; Liz arrive from Atlanta at 11:30 p.m. when the EFY team will pick us all up and take us to the Palmyra Inn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...you add that up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9:30 a.m. - 11:30 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14 HOURS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have found myself a quaint spot by baggage claim.  I have big windows to look out of, a rocking chair, a short couch, a Pretzel Maker &amp;amp; a TCBY.  I finally gave in to hunger and after purchasing $8 worth of crap food decided the airport will take my money no more today and I will live with the hunger that will most likely consume me around 8 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing I have a lot to occupy my time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've done lots of things for the wedding. (YAY checking things off my to-do list!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've made a lot of headway in The Hunger Games. (LOVE it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course I've chatted it up with friends and the love of my life.  (His name's Alex in case you were wondering...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXuokHvPRho/TjRy3npmXrI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TjgVyVZzzvI/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-30%2Bat%2B17.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635255333609168562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 hours down...7 to go!  WOOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-6805316978200165731?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/6805316978200165731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=6805316978200165731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6805316978200165731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6805316978200165731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-i-say-raw-you-say-chester.html' title='When I say &quot;Raw&quot; you say &quot;Chester&quot;'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXuokHvPRho/TjRy3npmXrI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TjgVyVZzzvI/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-30%2Bat%2B17.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4773771052571255031</id><published>2011-07-18T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:27:50.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what I needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well, here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have a quiet moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I decided I wanted to use that quiet moment to blog since I have not done so in quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I can hear the girls next door singing "I Know that My Redeemer Lives" in the next room over as they prepare for their nightly counselor devotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Just a little update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;EFY is amazzzzing as always!  I am continuously in awe of the youth.  Sometimes in awe of their lack in maturity (jk), but mostly in awe of how incredible they are.  The Lord really has been keeping his strongest spirits for this time and I have no doubt they will just keep getting stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Having Alex at EFY has also been amazing.  His youth love him every week and he loves them too.  Our new session director asked us to write down the thing we love most about being an LDS young single adult in 2011.  Alex wrote down: being an EFY counselor.  Cute, huh?  Of course the kids think it's adorable when we dance together or hold hands or what not.  I feel almost like a celebrity couple.  Angelina and Brad got nothin' on us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Every week has been different from the other and they have all taught me something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I will go in depth a little bit more into each one as to why they were so special when I have more time, but let's just say I am very sad it's our last week in the south!  However, Kentucky has already been so great in the 2 days we've been here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;For example...tender mercy today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Flip back the pages to GA EFY 2007...my very first week as a counselor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was 20 years old and pumped/scared spitless to be a counselor.  The Sunday before EFY began, Kate &amp;amp; I were in the cafeteria eating breakfast and no one else was in there.  In walked our session director for the week...Brother Hadley.  He sat down and talked to us in the most genuine way.  He wanted to know everything about us.  Where we were from, how we knew each other, where we went to school, what growing up in the south was like, and on and on and on.  We sat at that table for probably 2 hours talking with him.  He loved him instantly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The next day EFY began and I was having a pretty great first day.  Then, as always, we had our counselor devotional.  The topic for monday nights was "The Challenge to Become." I had my devo all set up, girls all around me, scriptures and pens ready when I heard a &lt;i&gt;knock knock knock&lt;/i&gt; at my door.  "Who would that be?" I thought.  I knew I wasn't getting observed by a BC that night so I didn't know who it could've been.  So I get up, open the door, and there stands Brother Hadley!  With a smile on his face he asks, "Can I join you for devotional tonight?"  What am I going to say?  "No?"  Obviously I can't so I sheepishly say, "Yeah, sure!  Come on in!"  He thanked me and took a seat in the corner.  So now, not only am I teaching my first EVER devotional as a counselor, but the session director is in there now.  I was praying SO hard that I would have a good devotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well...I thought it went alright, but I did not remember too much because I was so nervous.  After I bore my testimony Brother Hadley asked if he could speak.  Of course I said yes so he proceeded to turn to the New Testament.  Then he started talking about the woman at the well and the type of woman she was.  After he painted this amazing picture about who she was, he turned around and told my girls that their counselor was a woman at the well.  Um, excuse me...ME?  Is he fo real?!  He was fo real and told them to be thankful for having me as a counselor.  After I thanked him for coming that night and getting my girls off to bed I was so overwhelmed with love for EFY and Brother Hadley.  GA 2007 was an awesome week and Brother Hadley was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Finished my sessions 2007, counselor again in 2008, BC in 2009 and on comes 2010 with my first year coordinating.  We had a coordinator/session director training for 2 days up at the UofU Institute Building.  I was so busy I hadn't thought much about it, but as everyone started piling in I saw Brother Hadley and his wife!  I about hit the floor!  I ran over to say hi!  They knew me almost instantly and were just as excited as I was!  It was awesome spending those 2 days with them and just feeling their spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then today, Kentucky 2011, check in has begun and Ammon and I are at the solutions table (our least favorite place all week) waiting for people to come complain or walk on when I see a familiar face...Brother Hadley!!!  Then it dawned on me, "Duh...they live in Tennessee!"  I looked up and called his name.  He saw me and with zero hesitation said happily, "Hey Kayc!"  That right there made coming to Kentucky all worth it!  His wife was there too!  They were bringing their oldest to EFY.  We talked for good while.  They of course wanted to meet Alex, which they did, and were so happy for us!  As Brother Hadley was shaking Alex's hand he said, "I hope you know you're one of the luckiest guys in the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's amazing how the Lord orchestrates our paths with others so that we can have reunions like that.  I will be very grateful in my prayers tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyways, my quiet moment is running out...time for another meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But I did rummage up this picture from 2007 of Brother Hadley and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am so baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BIA4QERz24/TiTyOBoBtNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/f8MTRaRgOnQ/s320/n17808598_37573795_4481660.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630891756888372434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for your viewing pleasure...GA 2 Games Night 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1KU46MTBhE/TiTxVhFkb6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/NKWBaJESSZQ/s1600/264579_10100112487551019_17827158_43270507_7285200_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1KU46MTBhE/TiTxVhFkb6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/NKWBaJESSZQ/s1600/264579_10100112487551019_17827158_43270507_7285200_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1KU46MTBhE/TiTxVhFkb6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/NKWBaJESSZQ/s320/264579_10100112487551019_17827158_43270507_7285200_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630890786081238946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time, my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go make someone feel good about themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise you they will remember how you made them feel for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4773771052571255031?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4773771052571255031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4773771052571255031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4773771052571255031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4773771052571255031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-what-i-needed.html' title='Just what I needed.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BIA4QERz24/TiTyOBoBtNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/f8MTRaRgOnQ/s72-c/n17808598_37573795_4481660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-2619800906221884740</id><published>2011-06-21T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:38:09.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EFY has currently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...taken over my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is fine with me since I love it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've only been here for 5 days, but it has already consumed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything I do revolves around one goal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making sure EFY is running smooth so the youth can have the best experience possible while gaining a stronger testimony, building healthy and lifelong relationships, and drawing closer to Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my ultimate goal every day I put on the polo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that, my friends, is such a great goal to have every single day for 5 weeks straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since this is my last EFY, I better make it worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if I'm a little absent, I do apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3182890002687754858-2619800906221884740?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/2619800906221884740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=2619800906221884740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2619800906221884740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2619800906221884740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/06/efy-has-currently.html' title='EFY has currently...'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4710561783721417514</id><published>2011-06-16T21:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:27:45.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the things you remember while in the shower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tonight while I was preparing myself to leave for EFY, showering was on the to-do list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So off I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea why, but I had a memory pop in my head from when I was like 12 or 13 when I practiced kissing in the shower.  Yep, you read right.  Kissing.  Just me and the shower wall.  Not every time I showered, but every once in awhile.  I was just so frightened some boy would try to smooch me and I wasn't going to be ready...so I took some practice out on the shower wall.  I'm hoping I looked like this, but I most likely did not.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bummer&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBU_5-m0mV4/TfrRTFKTiiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/G7fZECNyTro/s1600/x_095f072c_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBU_5-m0mV4/TfrRTFKTiiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/G7fZECNyTro/s320/x_095f072c_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619033610831235618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight when I thought about it I started laughing.  Out loud.  To myself.  In the shower.  It was a great memory to think about.  Well...no boy tried to steal a kiss from me until I was 17 years old, but I guess that shower practicing paid off because this boy below seems to enjoy my kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I couldn't be happier I get to smooch his face the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYbdpNAm6w8/TfrRNkQ-III/AAAAAAAAA44/pAkcIBhHdIM/s1600/_MG_3822.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYbdpNAm6w8/TfrRNkQ-III/AAAAAAAAA44/pAkcIBhHdIM/s320/_MG_3822.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619033516101476482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4710561783721417514?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4710561783721417514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4710561783721417514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4710561783721417514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4710561783721417514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-you-remember-while-in-shower.html' title='the things you remember while in the shower.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBU_5-m0mV4/TfrRTFKTiiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/G7fZECNyTro/s72-c/x_095f072c_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7632447963015210676</id><published>2011-06-12T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:32:08.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New to the Haven, what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's no secret that I love this place called New Haven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No secret at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This job literally changed my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, maybe not my LIFE because I'm still the same person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it has changed the way I look at obstacles in my life, the way I look at relationships in my life, and how I view teenage girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am more understanding of other's circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am more loving in my relationships and I am better able to see when people are struggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in no means a therapist or an expert, but after working there I have learned so much about the human brain, meaning in your life, relationships, and what makes you do the things you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know if any of that made sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; hard to explain exactly what you do when you work at New Haven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's easy to say you're a therapist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's easy to say you're a teacher at the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's easy to say you're the cook or the HR director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to say you're a "Health Care Assistant" (or just get called "staff") is a whole 'nother story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause yeah...we take them to the movies, we eat with them, we make sure they do their homework, we go on hikes with them, we go out on the swings with them, we pluck their eyebrows, we rub their heads, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, it's much more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are responsible for their safety physically, emotionally, mentally, and physiologically.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're their therapeutic friend / mentor basically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they're in their room isolating, get them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they're on their way to running down the street, stop them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they're crying after a bad therapy session, sit with them and let them cry in your lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they wont eat their food, drop them to safety. (5 feet from staff at all times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they're being belligerent and rude, find out what's REALLY going on and talk them through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they're having a power struggle with you, break down those barriers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they want to self harm, help them understand the necessity of self respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that and much &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt; more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And really...I can't explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just have to work there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I told the girls I was leaving New Haven I thought I was going to get bombarded with the drama queens bawling hysterically and the rest ignoring me because they were angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But instead, I got so much understanding and excitement for the events going on in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had so much maturity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure, there were some definite tears, but my little girls were so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last 2 weeks was full of hugs, conversations, quality time, some of the best compliments I've ever received, and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what they did for me on my last day...made me a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is only half the girls cause the other half were off with their parents for graduation weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they so adorable!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UNDxgM8WKM/TfUOjG1D5vI/AAAAAAAAA4w/-4HZyPQSdKw/s1600/DSC02283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UNDxgM8WKM/TfUOjG1D5vI/AAAAAAAAA4w/-4HZyPQSdKw/s320/DSC02283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617412106505938674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're so dang cute and I can't even describe the amount of love I have for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we took them to a talent show in Springville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously had the GREATEST co-workers in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mari is in the middle and she is only one of the best people I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miiiisss her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dg2h_Aabcc/TfUOM5bgf6I/AAAAAAAAA4o/GnoX3dmNaBM/s1600/DSC02285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dg2h_Aabcc/TfUOM5bgf6I/AAAAAAAAA4o/GnoX3dmNaBM/s320/DSC02285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617411724951977890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...I could seriously go on and on and on about how much I love New Haven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get easily attached any way, but especially while I was working at the treatment center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw so many of these girls come in scared, angry, hurt, lonely, confused, and literally hating themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through the process of their treatment I saw them become happy, loving, understanding, accepting, mature, and courageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the most amazing thing to witness and so rewarding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew I needed to leave for the summer to work and get married so I have no regrets, but I do miss those babies a TON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried on Tuesday since I was not there with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a bunch of letters to write because I promised quite a few of them that I would write soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the up side...our HR lady called me and said they were so sad I had to leave and that they wanted me to apply at the other campus (which is closer to SLC) when I come back after the wedding.  She just said that they did not want to lose a good employee and that they really want me to consider coming back.  I was SOOOO happy to hear that so I probably will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well anyways...I've gone on enough...if you've even read this far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEW HAVEN ROCKS MY WORLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-7632447963015210676?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7632447963015210676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7632447963015210676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7632447963015210676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7632447963015210676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-to-haven-what.html' title='New to the Haven, what?'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UNDxgM8WKM/TfUOjG1D5vI/AAAAAAAAA4w/-4HZyPQSdKw/s72-c/DSC02283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-8997053929981200753</id><published>2011-06-08T21:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:28:04.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Kaycie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have a confession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am slightly obsessed with this baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXfUZQ_BzXk/TfA8C9nfjGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/VvPJ-4039YU/s1600/254093_10150605609230526_551695525_18688964_7498234_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXfUZQ_BzXk/TfA8C9nfjGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/VvPJ-4039YU/s320/254093_10150605609230526_551695525_18688964_7498234_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616054756928621666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but how could you NOT be?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is SO stinkin cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember thinking my friends that had nieces/nephews were a tad ridiculous, but I just didn't understand.  I TOTALLY get it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of exercising or going to the beach, I played with her all morning, again after her morning nap, again after her afternoon nap, and then again before bath time and bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the most entertaining little bundle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is seriously the funniest baby...she cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess my exercise was my abs working so much from her being so dang funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I love my happy Laela Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I shall try to be more productive, but it is going to be hard as this little one pulls on my heart strings so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did NOT get the bear or the dolphin on my flight from Denver to Atlanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got Freedom, the eagle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day I will get the animals I long for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-8997053929981200753?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/8997053929981200753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=8997053929981200753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8997053929981200753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8997053929981200753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/06/auntie-kaycie.html' title='Auntie Kaycie.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXfUZQ_BzXk/TfA8C9nfjGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/VvPJ-4039YU/s72-c/254093_10150605609230526_551695525_18688964_7498234_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-5109602771837352393</id><published>2011-06-06T12:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:46:00.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Truths &amp; A Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth: I had to say goodbye to my best friend/fiance this morning as he dropped me off at the SLC airport curb.  It was sad.  He had trouble letting me go.  (literally.  He would not let me out of his arms.) When I saw a Quiznos in the airport (Alex's fav sandwich place) I teared up because I already missed him so.  Pathetic?  Perhaps.  Do I care that it was perhapsly (is that a word?) pathetic?  NOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth: I just paid far too much for my lunch.  Dang you, airports and your ridiculous rates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth: I am grateful airports are now getting with the program and offering free WiFi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth:  I am SOOOO excited to be in the South for the next 2 months!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lie:  I won $1,000 for doing a Wal-Mart survey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But gosh darn it...I wish I did!  I keep doing those dang surveys in hopes I will one day be the winner!  Every time a receipt of mine says a survey and you perchance could be a winner of a gift card, money, etc I do it!  Target, Wal-Mart, Panda Express, IHOP, Walgreens...you name it.  I'm a sucker and I do it.  I'm hoping my efforts are not in vain and I will one day be the winner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta Ta for now...they're about to board my plane from Denver to Atlanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm flying Frontier.  I REALLY hope I get the bear or the dolphin on the tail of my plane for this flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From SLC to Denver I had the parrot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name was Carmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-5109602771837352393?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/5109602771837352393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=5109602771837352393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5109602771837352393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5109602771837352393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-truths-lie.html' title='4 Truths &amp; A Lie'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3702690245897382835</id><published>2011-05-31T19:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:27:54.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna be a grown up anymore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...being graduated is an awesome feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I accomplished something huge.  Something that a lot of people do not get the opportunity to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I conquered tests, projects, papers, and presentations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now...I feel like I would rather have that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being grown up is dang scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am applying for jobs right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am moving home to SC in a little less than a week for EFY and wedding plans and wedding festivities.  Then in August Alex and I are moving to Salt Lake so he can finish up his schooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which means I have to get a new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright...it was easy enough in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pretty much got hired wherever I applied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...real life grown up jobs are a little different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been searching on Monster.com for weeks now and either nothing looks interesting or you need a Master's degree or you need 10 years of experience.  Hello, people?!  I'm a fresh grad...how can I have 10 years of experience in anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the search keeps continuing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there's housing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Housing is more expensive as a married couple because you're not splitting it up with 5 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's all just conglomerating together to one big stress ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully I have an understanding fiance who could tell I was getting stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He kindly reminded me that we will be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are doing the right thing.  We are starting an eternal family, which is what we are supposed to be doing...at least that's what they keep telling us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we're doing that, we will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heavenly Father knows our needs and he is not going to just drop us on our butts after making such an important decision as an eternal marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt better after he gave me my mini reminder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on to more application filling out and resume sending! Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know of any good job openings in the Salt Lake area...I'm your girl. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3702690245897382835?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3702690245897382835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3702690245897382835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3702690245897382835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3702690245897382835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-wanna-be-grown-up-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna be a grown up anymore!!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-8735971967839673175</id><published>2011-05-27T11:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:26:10.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being engaged to my best friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meaning I will be MARRIED to my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How great is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(so great.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e__viZPPlhw/Td_nd27M5xI/AAAAAAAAA4U/6UiI71Svopw/s320/_MG_3747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611458160872974098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad always used to make fun of me because I would call multiple friends my "best" friend.  He would always say to me, "You can't have more than one best friend."  I had to explain to him time and time again that I can have more than just ONE best friend.  And I can.  And I still call those certain girls in my life my "best friend."  Because they are just that.  They are some of the greatest friends I've ever had in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Alex is a different kind of best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's that person that I want to spend all of my time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is kind to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he makes me feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's nice to know that I will be married to my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDM1Eglb5G8/Td_nFWniI2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/-m95It1S8VU/s320/227881_223195141025964_115826511762828_970701_2235052_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611457739883684706" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-8735971967839673175?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/8735971967839673175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=8735971967839673175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8735971967839673175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/8735971967839673175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love.html' title='i love...'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e__viZPPlhw/Td_nd27M5xI/AAAAAAAAA4U/6UiI71Svopw/s72-c/_MG_3747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-785575999273588373</id><published>2011-05-21T17:55:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T18:32:32.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today was a lot of thinking day...and the day's not even over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I got up and met Alex at the Provo temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was going with some guys in his Elder's Quorum for a temple trip and I decided to join because I love going to the temple with my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put in my iPod to listen to EFY music to prepare my mind for the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first song that came on was "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7dhquZk50I"&gt;Praise the Man&lt;/a&gt;" from EFY 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a tribute song to Joseph Smith because it was his 200th birthday celebration that year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always loved that song.  Always.  When it was sung at EFY in 2005 I was 18 years old.  I had never had that &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; testimony of Joseph Smith.  I never doubted he was a prophet, but I just hadn't had an experience that really made me just awe inspired by him.  Well...when "Praise the Man" was sung at EFY it brought that experience.  We had a big lesson on him then the song was sung.  I remember having chills shooting throughout my entire body and the tears quickly filling up my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, then filling back up again.  For minutes it did this.  I couldn't quite get a hold of myself for about 5 mins.  I KNEW, without a doubt in my mind, that Joseph Smith was a prophet and restored the gospel to the earth.  I KNEW it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...back to my morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was listening to this song on the way to the temple and thinking about all the sacrifices Joseph Smith went through.  The challenges and trials are numerous and too many for me to put down in detail.  Any kind of persecution, hardship, or hate, he (and Emma) dealt with and then kept moving forward in the building up of the kingdom.  That takes determination.  That takes love.  And that takes knowing Heavenly Father is bigger than man.  Seriously, he would not have kept going if he didn't know he was fighting for the truth, and through it all, he did it.  Sure he had his weak moments, but he did it.  He did whatever it took to meet the goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I know this is a stretch...but somehow my mind then shifted to my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I have that kind of determination and love?  Do I do whatever it takes to get through the tunnel?  As I was taking this mental inventory of my life, I realized I am in some areas of my life, but not in others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as the workplace goes...I do.  I am very driven and thrive on the people higher up than me being pleased with my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as my relationships go...I do.  I feel even though there is always room for improvement, I am a good person to have a relationship with.  I am loyal, I am caring, and I would do pretty much anything for someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, as far as taking total care of myself mentally, physically, and spiritually I am lacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't exercise enough anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't eat as well as I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't read enough good books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't read the scriptures enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't say as meaningful of prayers as I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have enough balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So therefore...Joseph Smith has inspired me to change that.  (Does that sound odd?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new found determination to read my scriptures every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a fresh desire to take better care of my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made goals with Alex today...at Coldstone...haha I know that sounds ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was my last treat to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From here on out til my wedding (cause c'mon...you have to eat &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; on your honeymoon) I am going to exercise at least 4 times a week and not have any sweets or fried foods.  Whenever I get a craving I am going to grab a fruit or a smoothie or something of the sorts.  (I did tell myself I could have &lt;a href="http://www.zaxbys.com/home.aspx"&gt;Zaxby's&lt;/a&gt; when I get to the south because I only get it there so I have to take advantage of it while I'm there for a few short weeks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have a huge desire to add more variety to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if that means renting a tandem bike or going to fly a kite...gosh darnit I'm going to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thanks Brother Joseph.  By george you've done it again...thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll let y'all know how it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in other news...here are a FEW favorites from our engagement sessions with my sister, Krista Maurer with &lt;a href="http://www.kristamaurer.com/"&gt;Island Belle Photography&lt;/a&gt;.  We absolutely la la la LOVE them!  We can't decide what ones we want to put up on our newlywed walls...and we still have wedding pictures to take!  Krista is seriously amazing!  If you need some pictures taken call or email her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feast your eyes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hnzvnL9XE/TdhSlFZop6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Vl1aSdRiEN4/s1600/_MG_3719.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hnzvnL9XE/TdhSlFZop6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Vl1aSdRiEN4/s320/_MG_3719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609324132948289442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t40UpniVEgY/TdhSbs6umOI/AAAAAAAAA38/DvYZUv6oOeo/s1600/_MG_3747.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t40UpniVEgY/TdhSbs6umOI/AAAAAAAAA38/DvYZUv6oOeo/s320/_MG_3747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609323971757381858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emBmgAlt3cQ/TdhSQW3btXI/AAAAAAAAA30/BVlPHHjHhEY/s1600/_MG_3931.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sXHRxmpWxY/TdhRRxAfpUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/YShkekP4Iw8/s320/229109_223195274359284_115826511762828_970710_1628773_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609322701544990018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw2QL74YJK0/TdhRMswEVxI/AAAAAAAAA28/cuIVhdaMUAw/s1600/225366_223195424359269_115826511762828_970718_7810381_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw2QL74YJK0/TdhRMswEVxI/AAAAAAAAA28/cuIVhdaMUAw/s320/225366_223195424359269_115826511762828_970718_7810381_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609322614503003922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-785575999273588373?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/785575999273588373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=785575999273588373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/785575999273588373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/785575999273588373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hnzvnL9XE/TdhSlFZop6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Vl1aSdRiEN4/s72-c/_MG_3719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4015610784005700662</id><published>2011-05-08T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:38:59.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my beautiful, loving, supportive, and great Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't know this lady, that's a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You won't regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will put a smile on your face and will make you laugh with just how ridiculous she can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I get embarrassed, but I know I should just be grateful she is a crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you have a great day, Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPXEtYCaPec/Tcbi3m1GcCI/AAAAAAAAA2s/uus0xZjZWvU/s320/DSC02253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604416231253110818" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4015610784005700662?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4015610784005700662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4015610784005700662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4015610784005700662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4015610784005700662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/05/mamas-day.html' title='Mama&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPXEtYCaPec/Tcbi3m1GcCI/AAAAAAAAA2s/uus0xZjZWvU/s72-c/DSC02253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1088419410689894919</id><published>2011-04-28T20:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:59:25.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I get a little nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately is one of those times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss being a teenager and running wild with these 2 companions by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms. Brittany and Ms. Katie Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35ul5cGxI6I/TbomQaAQ4hI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FNw8Zqbglw0/s1600/n17808598_37029995_8342.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35ul5cGxI6I/TbomQaAQ4hI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FNw8Zqbglw0/s320/n17808598_37029995_8342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600831149888823826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all began to know each other about 12 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twelve&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's &lt;i&gt;half&lt;/i&gt; of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And through thick and thin, we've stayed friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best of friends, in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1omauJhJwyA/TbomMdAD6KI/AAAAAAAAA2c/OwNlz-h3_As/s1600/n17808598_37029992_7424.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1omauJhJwyA/TbomMdAD6KI/AAAAAAAAA2c/OwNlz-h3_As/s320/n17808598_37029992_7424.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600831081973803170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've had our ups and downs, struggles, and challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But just like any other good, lasting, healthy relationship...they filter away to nothing and become an insignificant thing of the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because to out weigh those ups and downs, we have a whole lotta laughter, inside jokes, and the funniest memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories I hold dear to my heart and think upon with the most fondness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsUtu9qqfJc/TbomIZZFWtI/AAAAAAAAA2U/8cobghjLg3Q/s1600/n17808598_37029991_7095.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsUtu9qqfJc/TbomIZZFWtI/AAAAAAAAA2U/8cobghjLg3Q/s320/n17808598_37029991_7095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600831012285536978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only Britt knows what you really should do with Peeps. (no, not eat them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only Kate knows how to properly say, "I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And only the 3 of us know how to really make a church dance the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; time of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Just ask any of our church leaders, who also penned us with the nickname, "3 Musketeers.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGi1fOlDVHg/TbomEaWWzPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ayBo8YdDuf8/s1600/200257_512750811279_17808598_10366504_5923_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGi1fOlDVHg/TbomEaWWzPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ayBo8YdDuf8/s320/200257_512750811279_17808598_10366504_5923_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830943823056114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We understand each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We've seen each other go through heartbreaks, triumphs, more heartbreaks, milestones, and finally marriages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kate &amp;amp; Britt have beat me in that department, but I am following right behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(As y'all may know.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I don't know if many more people were as excited as these dear sisters of mine when I told them of the engagement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBY4gz2jjy0/Tbol-36hX4I/AAAAAAAAA2E/jf_HtNQ4XyI/s1600/n17808598_37573906_608267.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBY4gz2jjy0/Tbol-36hX4I/AAAAAAAAA2E/jf_HtNQ4XyI/s320/n17808598_37573906_608267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830848680157058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know growing up is a part of life, but with it comes some sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of those sacrifices being not having the chance to be with these hot mamas every spare minute we could find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were pretty much attached to each other, especially in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These ladies have seriously helped mold me into who I am today and I couldn't be more grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's to sliding down the Woodbury stairs, many a trip to Wal-Mart at 2am, EFYs, Homestar Runner, hot dogs, Girl's Camps, road tripping to Atlanta, clutching each other for dear life and bawling at testimony meetings, Taco Bell, and Backstreet Boys love songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love y'all with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-1088419410689894919?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1088419410689894919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1088419410689894919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1088419410689894919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1088419410689894919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-friends.html' title='3 Friends.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35ul5cGxI6I/TbomQaAQ4hI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FNw8Zqbglw0/s72-c/n17808598_37029995_8342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-9037061134419333701</id><published>2011-04-27T10:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:51:01.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Official BYU Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;One of the BYU signs as you enter campus says, "The World is our Campus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;However, the campus, since Sept. 2005, was my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can still remember my first real day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was on crutches, because I had broken my foot 2 nights before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't hike in flip flops...bad things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(not that I know from experience...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krista's dear college roommate, Katie, picked me up at the Deseret Tower dorms so I did not have to crutch my way to campus.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(She did that the entire time I was on crutches, bless her heart.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My very first class was Family Life 100 at 9am.  I was taking it for a GE credit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was all about Strengthening Marriage and Family and gave us an in depth look on &lt;a href="http://lds.org/family/proclamation?lang=eng"&gt;The Family: A Proclamation to the World.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember starting the class with a prayer, having an amazing discussion, and leaving (crutching) feeling invigorated and alive inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I smiled all the way to my next class with excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From then on I knew I was going to love BYU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that I did.  With all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF7IXk7JQxw/TbhMzRFaetI/AAAAAAAAA18/pL1bgE1EGsw/s1600/DSC02222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF7IXk7JQxw/TbhMzRFaetI/AAAAAAAAA18/pL1bgE1EGsw/s320/DSC02222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600310580278360786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year at BYU offered its different challenges, triumphs, milestones, and trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Different roommates, apartments, wards, boyfriends, road trips, professors, and classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But each year brought with it something I needed to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I needed to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I needed to become a better person to myself and to those around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OvgDFKUMLA/TbhLxgY_CUI/AAAAAAAAA10/wyG6paMPUQI/s1600/DSC02227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OvgDFKUMLA/TbhLxgY_CUI/AAAAAAAAA10/wyG6paMPUQI/s320/DSC02227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600309450515614018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not very many campuses offer prayers before &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not very many schools leave a student speechless after class because the discussion was so inspiring (whether it was New Testament or Biology).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not very many universities have their graduates feeling closer to the Savior because of their education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU does all of the above...and some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dr8tD6AJpOA/TbhLnHiA9MI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1K9AsWUSPkc/s1600/DSC02242.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dr8tD6AJpOA/TbhLnHiA9MI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1K9AsWUSPkc/s320/DSC02242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600309272043910338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned a lot during my BYU Graduation weekend about what it means to be a BYU graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The completion of the Bachelor's degree does not mean my work is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The harder exams are yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There comes a high expectation when entering the world as a BYU grad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am excited and ready to take on the challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T26J7b90PfI/TbhLCzpvs7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/h5K0oGH47VA/s1600/DSC02254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T26J7b90PfI/TbhLCzpvs7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/h5K0oGH47VA/s320/DSC02254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600308648232334258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As exciting as it was to march into the Marriott Center during Commencement and walk across the stage at Convocation, there was a slight sadness in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is my BYU life seriously over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I can't stay a student forever, but before graduating was always in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there it was...right before me...the future was now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember my guidance counselor in high school, Ms. Crimmons, telling me that college would be the time where I would gain the most life pertinent knowledge and make the friends I would actually stay in touch with as life marches on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I sat down, after they said KayLie instead of KayCie, I thought to myself, "WOW."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU has provided the best education, both secular &amp;amp; spiritual, and provided lifelong friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSA0CQQrv1M/TbhKC4id2_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/IHbHIK4CBAU/s1600/DSC02257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSA0CQQrv1M/TbhKC4id2_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/IHbHIK4CBAU/s320/DSC02257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600307550032354290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The motto of BYU is "Enter to learn, Go forth to serve."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have entered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I have learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now it's my responsibility to go out into the world and serve my fellow men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been given so much and am so fortunate that I was able to attend this amazing school and now it is my responsibility to give back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I mentioned how much I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; Brigham Young University?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-9037061134419333701?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/9037061134419333701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=9037061134419333701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/9037061134419333701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/9037061134419333701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/04/official-byu-graduate.html' title='An Official BYU Graduate!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF7IXk7JQxw/TbhMzRFaetI/AAAAAAAAA18/pL1bgE1EGsw/s72-c/DSC02222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-9105777362709670195</id><published>2011-04-13T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:03:59.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Website!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Wedding Website is FINALLY done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only took me seriously 7 hours today...bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's still a few sections we need to fill in, but besides that it's lookin pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go take a gander:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.theknot.com/ourwedding/AlexFoster&amp;amp;KaycieMaurer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(p.s. I really love the boy I'm going to marry...just sayin...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-9105777362709670195?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/9105777362709670195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=9105777362709670195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/9105777362709670195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/9105777362709670195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-website.html' title='Wedding Website!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7359721665700369130</id><published>2011-04-07T15:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:31:18.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Will Go On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok.  So Celine Dion was epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the most amazing thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew going into it that I was going to be blown away, but she still surpassed my expectations...by a TON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHcgtI2akU4/TZ4oDhPEmzI/AAAAAAAAA1U/el0F2JfsMuY/s1600/DSC02192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHcgtI2akU4/TZ4oDhPEmzI/AAAAAAAAA1U/el0F2JfsMuY/s320/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592951828167039794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcFIYANPA70/TZ4nybMBu5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/DSolnbKrpt0/s1600/DSC02198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcFIYANPA70/TZ4nybMBu5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/DSolnbKrpt0/s320/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592951534485879698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we sat in our seats I was SO antsy...my heart was racing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when the lights dropped and a video of her came on, I could not stop smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then when the video was over, the curtain parted, and there she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CELINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celine DION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right there in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dream of seeing her since I was in the 4th grade (the first time I remember hearing her) was coming true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous as ever she opened with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MROotmz8a-U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That video does not even do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her voice was flawless and her singing just filled the theater and I'm pretty sure everyone's soul who was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She did a bunch of her classics, some covers, and some not as famous songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sang a song in French and she was so into it she had tears rolling down her cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah...I'm still getting chills just thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash and I kept grabbing each other's hands or legs whenever she blew us away...which was constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I had chills at least every 30 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO EXAGGERATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also during her fast numbers I'm pretty sure she looked right up at Ash &amp;amp; me dancing because no one else around us was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is just so classy.  So genuine.  So gorgeous.  So cute.  So funny.  So talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A voice like that is a gift from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celine is one of those people that I'm grateful is famous, because she is a class act lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She does good around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her children more than anything and she is loyal to her husband (even if he is a billion years older.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night is Vegas will be forever ingrained into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful I had the opportunity to see her and check that off my bucket list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the only other video I could find of her current show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...she did MJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pBuE9lwacWs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...I'll stop now, but seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celine has changed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm in the car she's on my iPod and when I'm at home she's on Pandora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celine 24/7 is the name of the game currently in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Celine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for singing to me last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just come live with you, k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Kaycie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-7359721665700369130?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7359721665700369130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7359721665700369130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7359721665700369130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7359721665700369130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-heart-will-go-on.html' title='My Heart Will Go On!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHcgtI2akU4/TZ4oDhPEmzI/AAAAAAAAA1U/el0F2JfsMuY/s72-c/DSC02192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1745209777277616920</id><published>2011-04-04T13:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:32:09.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have lived in Utah for 6 years now...but I will never get used to the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ridiculous that it will be 70 degrees one day and then snow storm the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me no likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a better note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My LASIK surgery went awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not look like a pirate or anything, so it was a success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole procedure is about 25 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only trippy part was how I could obviously see everything going on, but could not feel a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once the numbing eye drops wore off I was in excruciating pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted to rip my eyes OUT...it would have been less painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thankfully after 3 hours or so it wore off to just being achy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had multiple people assisting me in my ridiculous amounts of eye drops, How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days to listen to (because I had a blindfold on, the light was killing me so badly), and even Nicole brought me a balloon...which I could not look at for the first 2 hours in was in my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I went back in the afternoon for my check up I was already seeing 20/20!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bizaaarree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was a little hazy, but by today I am seeing great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so weird that I am not wearing contacts and I can SEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That Dr. Lohner is a miracle worker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not QUITE as cool as Jesus, but still up there on my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-1745209777277616920?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1745209777277616920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1745209777277616920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1745209777277616920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1745209777277616920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-showers.html' title='April Showers?'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-2463035738204343098</id><published>2011-04-01T00:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T01:01:58.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the March Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March was a fantastic month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was full of fun and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now if only Utah weather would cooperate and give us spring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March brought me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My BIRTHDAY, as well as a J. Biebs cut out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every birthday I am reminded at how awesome my family and friends are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to year 24!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyMUjfuhVf0/TZV3AB0AYTI/AAAAAAAAA08/BIG0P-QfMQk/s1600/DSC02116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyMUjfuhVf0/TZV3AB0AYTI/AAAAAAAAA08/BIG0P-QfMQk/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590505354820608306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting out of Utah and traveling to Santa Barbara to visit Alex's fam bam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a fun visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did not want to leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoAMAUtfS-I/TZV2pzFKQPI/AAAAAAAAA00/187aO4dcEoA/s1600/DSC02137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoAMAUtfS-I/TZV2pzFKQPI/AAAAAAAAA00/187aO4dcEoA/s320/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590504972908904690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably most epic...getting engaged!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always a nice touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good job, March. [and Alex.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xeoKQtMEido/TZV2RfMJl2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/s5pgji4ja00/s1600/DSC02164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xeoKQtMEido/TZV2RfMJl2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/s5pgji4ja00/s320/DSC02164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590504555252651874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annual Festival of Colors!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[i love him even when he's pink.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEYl1LN9Fuc/TZV2Cllbl4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/BF5VUVO3y3c/s1600/DSC02180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEYl1LN9Fuc/TZV2Cllbl4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/BF5VUVO3y3c/s320/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590504299271264130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention I saw Tangled TWICE in March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If that's not great, then I don't know what is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yes...March was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hoping April is equally as awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I start it out tomorrow by getting laser eye surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I made the appointment I wasn't sure if getting it done of April Fools Day was the best choice...but oh well...here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please pray everything goes smoothly so I do not have to have a seeing eye dog or a glass eye the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you kindly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a happy April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-2463035738204343098?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/2463035738204343098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=2463035738204343098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2463035738204343098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2463035738204343098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/04/living-march-life.html' title='Living the March Life.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyMUjfuhVf0/TZV3AB0AYTI/AAAAAAAAA08/BIG0P-QfMQk/s72-c/DSC02116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4208607131653404636</id><published>2011-03-30T16:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:06:56.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride to be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes...it's true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ENGAGED&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To this boy I am sort of in love with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go figure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GITSockeKPY/TZOvnQWvbwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TrnADuy_r1I/s1600/DSC02167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GITSockeKPY/TZOvnQWvbwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TrnADuy_r1I/s320/DSC02167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590004651437027074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My GORGEOUS ring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYvDt83QhqA/TZOvQpk6p8I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Y1LvpNgywJU/s1600/DSC02171.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYvDt83QhqA/TZOvQpk6p8I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Y1LvpNgywJU/s320/DSC02171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590004263070377922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day we celebrated by going to the Festival of Colors at the Hindu Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is always SO much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What could be better than throwing chalk at total strangers?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR3jZUbg23k/TZOuzyB-wiI/AAAAAAAAA0M/yZcue1058uo/s1600/DSC02182.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR3jZUbg23k/TZOuzyB-wiI/AAAAAAAAA0M/yZcue1058uo/s320/DSC02182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590003767123558946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Date TBA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But let it be known...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to be the next Mrs. Foster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whaaaa?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/3182890002687754858-4208607131653404636?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4208607131653404636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4208607131653404636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4208607131653404636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4208607131653404636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/03/bride-to-be.html' title='Bride to be!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GITSockeKPY/TZOvnQWvbwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TrnADuy_r1I/s72-c/DSC02167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-2845198926435082841</id><published>2011-03-25T14:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:18:11.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to Serve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So while in California at Alex's house, we decided to go through his mission stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16 planners, hundreds of letters, lots of pictures, notes of encouragement, and 2 journals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 journals which look like ancient books of scripture, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got them at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble when he went through the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These journals are seriously a gold mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have been SO fun to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time through we skipped to the parts where he talked about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My personal favorite is from Christmas Day 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...we hung out at the Maurer's all day...The Maurers are way tight.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kaycie is hott&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another great one is from before he left (10/13/07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Today I got a haircut.  I hate it.  I hate having short hair but I know I have to do it.  Serving the Lord is way more important than having my long hippie hair."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one too from near entering the MTC (10/24/07):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Today we went tracting with Elder Murphy.  Elder Butars has a broken foot.  It was so amazing.  I've never had the spirit actually follow me like it did today.  We didn't see any miracles, but it was definitely worth it.  I know this is just a taste, but it has made me even more excited to serve.  I'm gonna tear it up out there!  I can't wait.  I even started talking.  People listened to me and I wasn't even scared, I just went for it.  I don't wanna sound cocky or prideful, but I think I'm going to be able to do this great work that I have been called to do.  I know it will be hard, but I think I can do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loveeeee it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that he let me bring his journals back to Utah and read them all the way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still where he is in the MTC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so dang cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that he writes how he talks.  It makes it so entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was such an awesome missionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know he gets down on himself a lot because he feels like he could have done more, but he did awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did what he was called to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed those little treasures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I will find more...keep ya posted! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-2845198926435082841?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/2845198926435082841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=2845198926435082841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2845198926435082841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2845198926435082841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/03/called-to-serve.html' title='Called to Serve.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-5024191368425540240</id><published>2011-03-13T15:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:56:41.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So I have an apology to make to my big sister, Krista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Life was SO busy on her birthday (March 4th) and I did not get a chance to publicly wish her a happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Shame on me, I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I did call her though...do I get partial credit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lQm6gfH-Kw/TX05Y0tfGyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/MhDx9Q8Tma0/s320/n510606332_1956853_7639352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583682211638352674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Krista's shirt is awesome.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu734bpZVLY/TX0576A-RKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TgxJSuS33gk/s1600/24572_339881041332_510606332_4100534_2637353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu734bpZVLY/TX0576A-RKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TgxJSuS33gk/s1600/24572_339881041332_510606332_4100534_2637353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu734bpZVLY/TX0576A-RKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TgxJSuS33gk/s320/24572_339881041332_510606332_4100534_2637353_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583682814357685410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krista has always been the epitome of the oldest sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She takes on that role and even though sometimes it has been hard being the one everyone looks up to, she has done an amazing job at fulfilling that spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has taught me many many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was a baby she taught me that she would always rock me to sleep when Mama had shows to perform at. (Even though Daddy thought his "cry it out" method was working. HA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was a little girl, she taught me to never trust her when she is trying to feed me something. (like the ginger root I bit in to or the spoonful of salt that I thought was sugar.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also as a little girl she taught me to never let her drive the Barbie car. (because it would always happen to drive off a "cliff.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was in elementary school she taught me that it was cool to say hi to your sisters and give them a squeeze in the hallway.  (We went to a private school with all grades.) And all my friends thought so too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was in middle school she taught me the principle of selflessness as I saw her go into the mission field and give her whole heart to the gospel and the people of Washington.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was in high school she taught me that you are never "too cool" to have &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In college she taught me that when life seems like it is throwing you a bad deck, you turn around and make it an opportunity to better your talents, add more talents, think positively, and trust in the Lord's plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAWUDp1V6Z4/TX052x1-kFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/DM_sN19aN74/s1600/n510606332_1280722_5433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAWUDp1V6Z4/TX052x1-kFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/DM_sN19aN74/s320/n510606332_1280722_5433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583682726264737874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't know...Kris is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She knows how to inspire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She knows how to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She knows how to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She knows how to cook, sew, photograph, sing, create, throw an epic party, and if you ask me has some pretty sweet dance moves. (if you're lucky, she just might show you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6P62tqoVMQk/TX05wU6CjfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/92NLgNOck8I/s1600/20979_711956102279_17808598_39373155_8310616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6P62tqoVMQk/TX05wU6CjfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/92NLgNOck8I/s320/20979_711956102279_17808598_39373155_8310616_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583682615417933298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krista Quilhot Maurer is just one awesome person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't want to take my word for it, just go look yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kristamaurer.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, Kris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sure do love your guts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget how amazing you are and everything life has in store for you.&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/3182890002687754858-5024191368425540240?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/5024191368425540240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=5024191368425540240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5024191368425540240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5024191368425540240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/03/kris.html' title='Kris.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lQm6gfH-Kw/TX05Y0tfGyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/MhDx9Q8Tma0/s72-c/n510606332_1956853_7639352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1602298894602268215</id><published>2011-03-09T16:42:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:50:03.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 to the 4, wha?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far the day has been great, and it will only continue to grow in greatness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a little journey of what pictures I could scrounge up in a jiffy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy this little slice of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope your day is as happy as mine! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KIRMt2Gp3Y/TXgRR22Uk5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/SiEcP31G3_o/s1600/23462_349338071332_510606332_4130170_5913945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KIRMt2Gp3Y/TXgRR22Uk5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/SiEcP31G3_o/s320/23462_349338071332_510606332_4130170_5913945_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230736604533650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to the hospital for the C-section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after she had just directed the choir for Stake Conference. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zok2idxx6Wo/TXgROjn07NI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oDMNtmb1K9U/s1600/23462_349338086332_510606332_4130173_6539634_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zok2idxx6Wo/TXgROjn07NI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oDMNtmb1K9U/s320/23462_349338086332_510606332_4130173_6539634_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230679903857874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All cleaned off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAfeqX1Dpfc/TXgRKOQ4LeI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Eho_VR1v46U/s1600/23462_349338081332_510606332_4130172_2986821_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAfeqX1Dpfc/TXgRKOQ4LeI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Eho_VR1v46U/s320/23462_349338081332_510606332_4130172_2986821_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230605450980834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy's first time holding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxtOGJOx6Io/TXgRC-YeUlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lfXZUeTremw/s1600/23462_349338076332_510606332_4130171_4755083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxtOGJOx6Io/TXgRC-YeUlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lfXZUeTremw/s320/23462_349338076332_510606332_4130171_4755083_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230480928789074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now with my mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrA-KxU0vKs/TXgQ-nbIT_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/NCyVhCd9yrY/s1600/23462_349338341332_510606332_4130200_1282355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrA-KxU0vKs/TXgQ-nbIT_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/NCyVhCd9yrY/s320/23462_349338341332_510606332_4130200_1282355_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230406046437362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOQAfbxNyp8/TXgQ490NZtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VqQe4iPnC-Q/s1600/23462_349338701332_510606332_4130238_1418229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOQAfbxNyp8/TXgQ490NZtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VqQe4iPnC-Q/s320/23462_349338701332_510606332_4130238_1418229_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230308977993426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7th maybe? 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLgdSMHlvu4/TXgQzCwSA5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/BYFELD7vZ6o/s1600/20979_711955977529_17808598_39373134_5966688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLgdSMHlvu4/TXgQzCwSA5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/BYFELD7vZ6o/s320/20979_711955977529_17808598_39373134_5966688_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230207224480658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big 2-1! (80s party!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLi4ighmoA4/TXgQvKldbyI/AAAAAAAAAys/SeDM69E9Pao/s1600/n17808598_37213745_14485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLi4ighmoA4/TXgQvKldbyI/AAAAAAAAAys/SeDM69E9Pao/s320/n17808598_37213745_14485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230140607098658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTgmSIqbDT8/TXgQasaAHiI/AAAAAAAAAyk/EJZGiSxsMPQ/s1600/23670_729052895169_17808598_39857926_2386172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTgmSIqbDT8/TXgQasaAHiI/AAAAAAAAAyk/EJZGiSxsMPQ/s320/23670_729052895169_17808598_39857926_2386172_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582229788908592674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baseball themed 23rd party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3182890002687754858-1602298894602268215?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1602298894602268215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1602298894602268215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1602298894602268215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1602298894602268215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-to-4-wha.html' title='2 to the 4, wha?!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KIRMt2Gp3Y/TXgRR22Uk5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/SiEcP31G3_o/s72-c/23462_349338071332_510606332_4130170_5913945_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-6957633629297694970</id><published>2011-03-08T13:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:43:30.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever feel like you are missing out on life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you have not done enough in this world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have not gone after your dreams enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or that what little you do, does not cut it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, I feel like this a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go through the list of things I do not do enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to pray and read my scriptures more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to serve more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to be more crafty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to be funnier in social situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need be more noticeable with my talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to lose more weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to...I need to...I need to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or I go through how I do not go after the things I once dreamed of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I not go to California and try out to be a music video dancer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did not I not audition for shows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I quit ballet my senior year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I stop practicing piano on a regular basis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am I not famous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I not study abroad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I not go on a humanitarian service project?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like even though I am young, the majority of my care free years are behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reality of graduating college has hit me in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did I get here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I do enough in my classes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I contribute to campus life enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was I nice to people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What more could I have done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like it replays in my head over and over a few times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's draining really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get a note from a girl at the treatment center that says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When I need you the most, you are always there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was all the note said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I got that note, it did not matter that I was not Beyonce's back up dancer or that I could not play every piece by Chopin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What mattered in that moment was that I meant something to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I meant something to one of my precious girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them so so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just need to remember that feeling more in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to remember that my life is great and that I have had many wonderful experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very blessed and in the times where I have been most happy is while doing good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Robert Byrne said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The purpose of life is a life of purpose."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Somebody.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-5521782197165563002</id><published>2011-03-07T00:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:37:58.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorothy Louise...My Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandma Q passed away on Wed, March 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a tad sudden and unexpected...definitely not something I would have imagined happening this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly because my Grandma is a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has been through so much, but holds on to her convictions, almost to a fault, and rises back up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were never super close, but she was still and is still my Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs_Dt-syV7c/TXSIcm6ypeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Z0Qms8AV2so/s1600/6696_678727971719_17808598_38293928_2004242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs_Dt-syV7c/TXSIcm6ypeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Z0Qms8AV2so/s320/6696_678727971719_17808598_38293928_2004242_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581235863283738082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Q joined the church when I was 15 years old and went through the temple to get sealed to my Papa when I was 16. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since her baptism I have seen some amazing changes within her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She became very understanding, very open minded, and very caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She would always want to know all about my life whenever I called and would always ask how dating was and if I was "playing the field" or "narrowing in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The conversation would always end with her telling me she prayed for my happiness every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was just the way a supportive Grandma should be in these last few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef7jfqmsjD4/TXSIYhVEAhI/AAAAAAAAAyM/FiBT2lbVHgk/s1600/6491_245387510525_551695525_8487656_3528403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef7jfqmsjD4/TXSIYhVEAhI/AAAAAAAAAyM/FiBT2lbVHgk/s320/6491_245387510525_551695525_8487656_3528403_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581235793063838226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(3 generations at Kar's wedding, Jul 09)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things that will always remind me of Grandma Q:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cough drop smell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(that woman ALWAYS had cough drops in her purse so she by default smelled like it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;romance movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makeup counters at department stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dillards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;strong perfume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tampa Bay Buccaneers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GyYWHKYyZY0/TXSIU7jAFiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ncevxToWnrQ/s1600/195824_10150097910281333_510606332_6851655_2622942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GyYWHKYyZY0/TXSIU7jAFiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ncevxToWnrQ/s320/195824_10150097910281333_510606332_6851655_2622942_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581235731382146594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I could not be there in your final days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know Papa was there waiting for you on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-5521782197165563002?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/5521782197165563002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=5521782197165563002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5521782197165563002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5521782197165563002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/03/dorothy-louisemy-grandma.html' title='Dorothy Louise...My Grandma'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs_Dt-syV7c/TXSIcm6ypeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Z0Qms8AV2so/s72-c/6696_678727971719_17808598_38293928_2004242_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4932298255913555010</id><published>2011-02-23T20:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:26:27.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bieber Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what it is, but I am slightly obsessed with Justin Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not in the way that all of teenagers are (cause that would be gross since he was born in 1994) but more in the way that I think he is so adorable, so funny, way talented, and his music is clean and fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love for the Biebs started back in August 2009 when McKell had me listen to this song called "One Time" when he barely started getting his name out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I was obsessed with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then my fetish for him began to grow and has only intensified with every single he released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that little purple hoodie wearin kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His movie "Never Say Never" came out 2 weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I been to see it 2 times already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes...yes I have.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if any one wants to go PLEASE let me be your movie partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you that know me, I HATE paying full price for movies and usually wait until it goes to the dollar theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hence my love for the Bieber transcending full price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaNpNi9iv48/TWXYjJQB6RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/1WAn-RBC86c/s320/Justin-Bieber-Never-Say-Never.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577101811858401554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Never Say Never" is AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It takes you through his life, how he was discovered by Scooter Braun, how Usher sponsored him, and snippets of his tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You also get to see how INCREDIBLY talented the kid is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Fo real.  So talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex was a good sport and has gone &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt; times I have gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the first time he pulled me aside, once the roommates were out of ear shot (except Megan who still heard) and said, "I actually really liked the movie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex loves the Biebs! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin Bieber is too great not to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(And maybe I want to get a Twitter account solely so I can follow J. Biebs.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the video that really got him a flight to ATL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4vPOmtJyobo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sneak peak of the movie, as well as showing he can do more than just sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/adZA9CwyaqQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, this song never gets old. (Plus Usher is...well, Usher. Greatness.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SOI4OF7iIr4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**In other news**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There have been rumors of Nsync putting on a comeback tour!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Be still my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would pay close to anything to go to that concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please release tour dates SOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3182890002687754858-4932298255913555010?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4932298255913555010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4932298255913555010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4932298255913555010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4932298255913555010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/02/bieber-fever.html' title='Bieber Fever!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaNpNi9iv48/TWXYjJQB6RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/1WAn-RBC86c/s72-c/Justin-Bieber-Never-Say-Never.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7434875264642222480</id><published>2011-02-20T15:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:45:09.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So recently I have been doing a lot of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm an adult.  A real live ADULT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When did that happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am almost 24 years old and by no means is that "old," but it definitely is an age where people regard you as responsible and mature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to live up to that standard, but sometimes it is so stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gone are the days of Freshman year where I had zero work, easy classes, lots of play time, and all the care free of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my life, don't get me wrong, but it is out of whack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I work TOO much.  Since I graduated, all of my work places are demanding more of my time, which would be fine if it were only one of those work places...but it is all 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been putting in far too many hours at work and not many hours into sleep, hobbies, and time with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was at the gym the other day I had an analogy pop into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to chew gum when I am working out because I feel like it makes me go harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was amidst chewing, I blew a bubble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such as this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeiAqYD9IkM/TWGUBfnGqLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Z1egBzf7ykI/s1600/bubble_gum_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeiAqYD9IkM/TWGUBfnGqLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Z1egBzf7ykI/s320/bubble_gum_girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575900567047678130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depending on the type of bubble gum, the bubble size varies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, no matter how skilled you are in creating such bubble-ness, it always does this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcCAgNtvGmQ/TWGT8uJcZuI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NZNp3uoq3hU/s1600/SuperStock_1557R-295711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcCAgNtvGmQ/TWGT8uJcZuI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NZNp3uoq3hU/s320/SuperStock_1557R-295711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575900485050459874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;POPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that is where I am at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About to pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have stretched myself in too many directions and I am at the breaking point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I consider myself good at time management and skilled in my jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no matter how good I am, I can only go so long before I will look like that cute blonde up above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So with all of that said...I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually took a step in simplifying my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told my manager, Brooke, at Charlotte Russe that I could no longer work there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was obviously sad, but said she knew it was coming since I was working so much and that was my lowest paying job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was seriously so hard to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so loyal to things and I felt like I was letting her down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I have to do what is best for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We worked out a deal though where I will only work floor sets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I will only have to work there when the store is closed, like 10 hours a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So no having to deal with customers and I get to keep my discount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If that isn't great, then I don't know what is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last real shift was yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It felt so liberating to walk out of there and know next week I will have those hours on my hands to do what I want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will admit, I am going to miss helping people pick out clothing and gain confidence in themselves, but I know I am going to be so much happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long Charlotte Russe customers...it's been real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's to being able to practice piano, choreograph dances, watch movies, scrapbook, read, and spend time with those I love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-7434875264642222480?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7434875264642222480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7434875264642222480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7434875264642222480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7434875264642222480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/02/pop.html' title='Pop'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeiAqYD9IkM/TWGUBfnGqLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Z1egBzf7ykI/s72-c/bubble_gum_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7921538291965749122</id><published>2011-02-17T18:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:20:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in Chip Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Alex is slightly obsessed with hot chips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Cheetos was his drug of choice for a long time. (Still is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He might have turned me on to them...cause I crave them on occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day he discovered Hot Doritos and for the first time could not eat an entire bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then yesterday I got this text:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Babe....you've gotta try Hot Funyuns!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only my boyfriend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-7921538291965749122?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7921538291965749122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7921538291965749122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7921538291965749122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7921538291965749122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/02/fire-in-chip-form.html' title='Fire in Chip Form'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1376187999058086506</id><published>2011-02-16T13:36:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:15:44.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day with Mr. Foster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine's Day is such a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know a lot of people get all upset they don't have a Valentine, but who cares?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;February 14th is a day of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is nice to reflect on all of the people I love as well as those who love me in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of those people being Alex Foster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves me.  Yep...it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was actually our 2nd Valentine's Day together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year he told me he loved me the day after, the 15th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...more like I pressured him into saying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew he wanted to, but was too scared to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I ever so graciously helped him out and finally got it out of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's grateful...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year our day was split in to 2 days because of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Sunday night Alex made us dinner because we would not have time for a nice dinner on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDzHuwQLqeQ/TVw40Zag8-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/mzDblfHHQ1I/s1600/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDzHuwQLqeQ/TVw40Zag8-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/mzDblfHHQ1I/s320/DSC02073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574392911604282338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was his very first time ever cooking a whole meal by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so nervous.  It was so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave him his present that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got him a sterling silver guitar pic that said, "Every Day, You Save My Life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABgnivE-caU"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; song...it's how I feel about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(you can now think "awww" in your head.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told him not to get me any presents.  I want all of his effort and money going to a special fund...if you catch my drift. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HaAw1Fglifc/TVw4k_rFh6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/bLEqAQB6Y2w/s1600/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HaAw1Fglifc/TVw4k_rFh6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/bLEqAQB6Y2w/s320/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574392646996428706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner we watched "Glee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been going through the first season....Alex loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me love him that much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then on Monday I had to work and he went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got off work at 6 and I went home, he picked me up, and we went to grab a quick bite to eat because that is all we had time for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to such a fancy place...Carl's Jr, ladies and gents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry that my boyfriend got a 7 piece chicken tender, fries, and a jalapeno burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO MUCH FOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYECjSS-7M/TVw4Ne2HG6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/k3SOkBRZxng/s1600/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYECjSS-7M/TVw4Ne2HG6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/k3SOkBRZxng/s320/DSC02076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574392243047308194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was content with my chicken sandwich and Oreo shake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were slightly surprised at how many people were actually at Carl's Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it would be a ghost town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9oR7b4VaHs/TVw2eWQa8yI/AAAAAAAAAxM/elcS7mpjTM4/s1600/DSC02077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9oR7b4VaHs/TVw2eWQa8yI/AAAAAAAAAxM/elcS7mpjTM4/s320/DSC02077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574390333776261922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed out of there and went to downtown Provo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindygledhill.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mindy Gledhill&lt;/a&gt; so graciously held a Valentine's concert at Velour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a perfect way to spend Valentine's evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The atmosphere was awesome, the music was mesmerizing, Mindy was darling, and the concert as a whole was magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the way her music makes me feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KOPN9Iaaq8/TVw2Lem21qI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lVPx7_ceBAs/s1600/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KOPN9Iaaq8/TVw2Lem21qI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lVPx7_ceBAs/s320/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574390009600333474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex loved her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, who wouldn't?  But still...he usually only likes music that was made 40 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards we went to say a quick hi and we were on our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grabbed some of her sheet music she had on sale, so I cannot wait to play it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zzxlsk8JOI/TVw1rxij3zI/AAAAAAAAAw8/SkDNtMAtBtE/s1600/DSC02079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zzxlsk8JOI/TVw1rxij3zI/AAAAAAAAAw8/SkDNtMAtBtE/s320/DSC02079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574389464926773042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other highlights of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kari making me a pancake with chocolate chips in the shape of a heart while we were working at Magleby's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole leaving me some Mike &amp;amp; Ike's and a balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing pink and red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listening to Justin Timberlake's, "My Love" 3 times in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash wanting to take a picture with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting texts from people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krista's card coming in the mail with awesome pics of my fella and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex telling me he loved me almost every text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twas a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my family, I love my friends, I love my boyfriend. (I am quite twitterpated with him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-1376187999058086506?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1376187999058086506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1376187999058086506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1376187999058086506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1376187999058086506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-with-mr-foster.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day with Mr. Foster!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDzHuwQLqeQ/TVw40Zag8-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/mzDblfHHQ1I/s72-c/DSC02073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-6662727677143925745</id><published>2011-02-14T13:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:53:43.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McKell's (late) Shout-Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A VERY special friend of mine had a birthday on Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She totally deserves some love, even if I AM a slacker and this is 2 days late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know my friend McKell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name is actually McKell Lyn Forbes. (But don't say McKell and Lyn too close together so you say Mckelllin...she might hit you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is kinda short, reddish hair, cute freckles and dimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is one of the most rockin dancers I have ever danced with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her style will blow you away! (For realsies.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a lot of passion for art history and gets giddy when she talks about it...especially her main squeeze: Van Gogh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to travel.  And she has been lucky enough to travel a lot in her short little 21 years of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a Jetta named Leo. (and can stick shift with the best of 'em.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She turned me on to cottage cheese and wheat thins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has amazing taste in music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves old musicals and movies.  She has been trying to get me to watch Calamity Jane for almost 2 years now...someday, Kell...someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a great sleepover friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention...she's HILARIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But those are her outward things....let me REALLY tell you about McKell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUNenY6lg3s/TVmSyevW4YI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mIJ6b6U9A-Q/s1600/5416_680380789459_17808598_38353921_2241417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUNenY6lg3s/TVmSyevW4YI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mIJ6b6U9A-Q/s320/5416_680380789459_17808598_38353921_2241417_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573647409790509442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a true friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She listens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is always up for an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her texts/calls/visits always come at the right moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After being real friends for like 2.67 seconds she decides to visit me on Hilton Head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She accepts you for who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will dance like a nutcase with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was the first person I listened to Justin Bieber with. (That's huge.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's beautiful inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes a room light up when she steps inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a killer smile that is contagious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes you feel like you're the funniest person in the world because she laughs at all my jokes...even if no one else thinks it's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes me want to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhqQJ_NoNqM/TVmSvFIIVYI/AAAAAAAAAws/-YHR2Dtejlw/s1600/10129_687611638779_17808598_38628199_5095082_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhqQJ_NoNqM/TVmSvFIIVYI/AAAAAAAAAws/-YHR2Dtejlw/s320/10129_687611638779_17808598_38628199_5095082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573647351375484290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, McKell is just an awesome person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has so much ambition and drive and it rubs off on others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was in New York this year on her birthday so I could not see her in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I hope to soon so that I can give her a squeeze like in said picture above. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you know I love you, Kell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're great...I mean...gweat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-6662727677143925745?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/6662727677143925745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=6662727677143925745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6662727677143925745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/6662727677143925745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/02/mckells-late-shout-out.html' title='McKell&apos;s (late) Shout-Out!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUNenY6lg3s/TVmSyevW4YI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mIJ6b6U9A-Q/s72-c/5416_680380789459_17808598_38353921_2241417_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-4864180649949396110</id><published>2011-02-12T12:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:55:32.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karly's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a very special someone's birthday today!  And that person would be Mrs. Karly Quilhot Maurer Barksdale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the big 3-0 today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which is weird...she was just 23.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly is not JUST my sister...but she is much much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't have a sister, you probably don't understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you DO...then you know that there is just a sister bond that no other relationship has, and no matter what happens or where life takes you, that bond is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEvi9tCs9Fw/TVbgVWjYzWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Om_TEEo4VTo/s1600/69728_10150333431630526_551695525_16064793_7700928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEvi9tCs9Fw/TVbgVWjYzWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Om_TEEo4VTo/s320/69728_10150333431630526_551695525_16064793_7700928_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888246353448290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the above picture totally captures our relationship when I was little! [she had just splashed me while I was TRYING to model for the camera.])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTMs99ORmsQ/TVbgR66WmeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/a4QJmgn5pok/s1600/n551695525_2186225_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTMs99ORmsQ/TVbgR66WmeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/a4QJmgn5pok/s320/n551695525_2186225_1460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888187393972706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though it is extremely bizarre that we are all growing up and moving away from each other and not able to spend day after day with each other, we will always be sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uw7HWRx-ZUY/TVbgNf1MNpI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YjxDKXALSBM/s1600/6696_678733869899_17808598_38294176_1812128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uw7HWRx-ZUY/TVbgNf1MNpI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YjxDKXALSBM/s320/6696_678733869899_17808598_38294176_1812128_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888111405086354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly is one of the most fun people I know.  Even though she's a college graduate, with a real job, and a real family, she's still Karly.  She's such a hoot and is down for a lot of craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VF1caGBk26E/TVbgKLlSp8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/X61tfg-3ULE/s1600/5376_115924491332_510606332_2808383_7408021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VF1caGBk26E/TVbgKLlSp8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/X61tfg-3ULE/s320/5376_115924491332_510606332_2808383_7408021_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888054430083010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been more proud of her than the day she became a mother.  She's SO good with Laela and mothering suits her.  Laela loves her mama and Karly loves her.  She's so patient and even with how hard it is to invest all of your time into such a tiny human being, she does it with minimal complaints and a whole lot of maturity.  I know Karly will do such a great job with Laela and any other munchkins that come along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tPtFnYYnzo/TVbgCPS_zdI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QZblOGE3k-k/s1600/163827_10150370158785526_551695525_16786126_3277704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tPtFnYYnzo/TVbgCPS_zdI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QZblOGE3k-k/s320/163827_10150370158785526_551695525_16786126_3277704_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572887917988138450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, Karl!  Thanks for being my big sister and for being my friend.  I will always be grateful for our relationship.  You are beautiful, caring, smart, loving, generous, and quite the teacher.  Never forget that we all love you so much and would do anything for you.  Hope your birthday is full of laughter, food, love, and happiness...because that is what you deserve: the best.  Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-4864180649949396110?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/4864180649949396110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=4864180649949396110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4864180649949396110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/4864180649949396110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/02/karlys-birthday.html' title='Karly&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEvi9tCs9Fw/TVbgVWjYzWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Om_TEEo4VTo/s72-c/69728_10150333431630526_551695525_16064793_7700928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-885524283748880579</id><published>2011-02-07T20:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:30:04.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in Relief Society on Sunday, the teacher ended with this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just HAD to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Because I love Pres Hinckley and miss him with my whole heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And 2. His message is incredible and made me feel all tingly and great inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So feast your souls upon this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n0wgImIOYLU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember who you are. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-885524283748880579?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/885524283748880579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=885524283748880579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/885524283748880579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/885524283748880579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-this-man.html' title='Love this man!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n0wgImIOYLU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-7636261199238469461</id><published>2011-01-30T19:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:42:59.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Neil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So for those of y'all not aware...I am extremely attached to a special boy in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He has sandy/tan skin. He has bright eyes. He is big. He is patient. He is a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;No...it's not Alex. (though I do love you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;His name is Neil...my 1994 Toyota 4Runner. I LOVE him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Some of you reading this might not get attached to your cars and will probably think this post is a tad ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Those of you who do get attached to your cars, then you will totally sympathize with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am forever going to be attached to my boy, Neil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I can still remember the day Neil came into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My Daddy came in town to buy me a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My grandparents had bought both of my sisters cars in high school and I never got one, so they decided to give me a check and I had to find a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He was at the first dealership we stopped at: Brent Brown Toyota (which I hate, btw. They're terrible people.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I saw him and immediately fell in love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then I test drove him and was falling even harder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I told my Daddy that was what I wanted, but he said we should keep on looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The other cars I drove that day were just not cutting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Daddy could tell and was like, "Alright...let's go back and get the 4Runner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He was going to ask $500 less than what the price was and told me to be prepared to walk out if they don't give it to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was SO nervous because I wanted him so badly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The guy at first said no so we started to stand up from the table and the guy quickly was like, "Ok, let me go check with my manager."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He came back and they said yes! PHEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A bunch of signatures later and Neil was mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was beside myself with excitement! I wanted to show him to everyone I knew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TUcUekyGtVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yNhAYD6CdXg/s320/karis2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568441979769369938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(the night I got Neil!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I had to name him. Well, I was obsessed with that previous season of So You Think You Can Dance and right before I had watched the rerun marathon of it on MTV. I watched the whole season for 2 days straight! (maybe I skipped church to watch it? I read the Ensign on commercial breaks to make myself feel better about skipping.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anywho, my favorite dancer on that season was Neil. LOVED him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So I figure why not keep Neil alive in my life and I named my 4Runner: Neil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I saw that season on tour a month later and met all of the dancers and you better believe I told Neil I named my car after him. He was flattered of course. HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And from then on...Neil and I were inseparable for the next 3 years and 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TUYmn4Mg_LI/AAAAAAAAAvw/K1C6JTEhqPs/s320/20979_711955708069_17808598_39373084_5804545_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568180455831829682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(this happened the very first week I had him! I think it was a mistake because none of my friends had seen him yet. So...someone's joke got played on the wrong car.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then tragically right after Christmas, Neil got hit in the rear end...BAD. A fresh of the mish RM rammed into him during a snow storm and I think my favorite part of the situation (can there be a favorite part?) is when the guy who hit me said, "Yeah...I don't think this will be more than $1,000 in damage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;WRONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Even with getting used parts, it would have cost over $6,000 to repair him...and even though to me Neil is priceless, State Farm thought otherwise and pronounced him to be worth $3,750, but bumped it up for new tires and the inside of the truck being in good condition so rounding it up to $4,160...ish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So...they called Neil a total loss. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So then I had a choice: do I cough up the extra cash to get him fixed? Do I keep him and try to sell him for parts? Or do I just let State Farm write me a check to put a down payment on a new car and let them take him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well...I chose the last as depressing as that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I had to start thinking rational.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I cannot lock Neil's doors. I cannot roll up the trunk window which means I can never roll it down which means I can never get into my trunk. Neil has no AC. Neil's transmission has been acting really funny. Neil's windshield wiper fluid squirters will not work even though I have fixed it twice now (which gets scary in the snow sometimes.) Plus...I'm spending SO much money in gas every week driving this 13 mile/gal boy around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TUYmbL1cmvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LSVj-aiyvgE/s320/4492_661286240089_17808598_37573562_985239_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568180237765483250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(just cruisin with Neil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So I started my search with my sweet sister, Krista. Car shopping is terrible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You have to deal with car salesmen, you have to find what fits you, you have to find the right mileage, you have to find the right price, and on and on and on...I hated it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;However, I found a killer deal up at a dealership in Bountiful that Krista and her roommate suggested because the dealership has built its reputation upon being honest with people. Plus, they only take cars that have low mileage and are in pristine condition. So I headed up there. I was reluctant in getting a car because I'm so used to driving an SUV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But...I test drove a 2008 Honda Civic and loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So I slept on it for a night and decided that was what I wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So I put the majority of my settlement in a down payment (some I am sending to Daddio as a thank you for putting so much money into Neil) and have low monthly payments! It's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I picked up my new car on Friday night with Alex &amp;amp; Krista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;That night while I was driving back I decided my car had to be a girl. It's just TOO soon to think of having another boy in my life. I'm too loyal to Neil...that's just the way it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She is way cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She's black with grey interior. She has a great dash and stereo system. No stains on the seats or carpet. She gets GREAT gas mileage. And she will be very dependable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I decided last night her name is going to be: Milly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yes...dear Milly. It suits her just dandy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And as much as I love her...I still get super sad that the Neil era is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TUYmCv9lQ7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/h150j17fAgo/s320/n17808598_37340551_6492462.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568179817966551986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(What happened to my car the day of the MLB season opener: Braves vs. Phillies. Braves won, thank you very much! I STILL have yet to find out who did this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;State Farm is supposed to pick up my Neil today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So this morning I gathered everything out of him. Having a big car makes you put a LOT of stuff in there! Then I cleaned out any trash or anything that I was not keeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I drove him around for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Did I cry and tell him I'm sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's a good possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Am I pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes...but I could care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love him SO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I did not realize you could love something that is not a human being this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know I can't take Neil to heaven with me since he is a material possession, but still...Neil and I have deep feelings for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can I tell you a little secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Neil helped me through the hardest time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I broke off my engagement I was distraught. I was depressed and could not explain how I was feeling to people very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There were so many nights when I wanted to be by myself (which is hard in a college town) that I could climb into Neil and off we would go to a secluded spot so I could cry my eyes out and pray. I would pray for strength. I would pray for help. I would pray to be happy. I would pray to stay faithful and true. I would pray that I would find someone who had the same goals as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And you know what Neil did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He was patient. He has heard some of my most heartfelt prayers and some of my most anguished cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And now I know that sounds silly, BUT...I feel an emotional tie to this boy of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not only did he let me cry to him, but he has gotten me where I needed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He has taken me to Vegas. He has taken me to Rexberg. And he has taken me to Salt Lake many a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He also let us use his trunk the first night Alex and I ever kissed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Thanks for that, Neil!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have endless memories in Neil and so it is very hard for me to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think another reason I am having a hard time saying goodbye is because me getting a new car is just another step in me becoming a real grown up. Even though graduating from college is a huge accomplishment and very exciting...I am also scared silly. Neil was my college car. He was a beater and I did not care. I always thought he was handsome. I don't do well with change. I like where I am when I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But something I DO know is...even though change is scary...it is usually a good step forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't stay at BYU forever and I can't have Neil as my car forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We all grow and change and that is why we are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;To my parents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank you for letting me have Neil, even with how much he costed in repairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He provided me so much happiness and y'all could see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Y'all are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And to my sweet Neil:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank you for always being there and for providing some awesome times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Don't forget me because I will never forget you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I sure do love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Love, Kayc&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/3182890002687754858-7636261199238469461?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/7636261199238469461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=7636261199238469461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7636261199238469461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/7636261199238469461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/01/rip-neil.html' title='R.I.P Neil'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TUcUekyGtVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yNhAYD6CdXg/s72-c/karis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-5280218167376302834</id><published>2011-01-12T10:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:21:13.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TS3rLpz1g9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/wuanuZiZW6k/s320/164023_819337084929_17808598_42187010_8362532_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>The day I became an Aunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so yesterday, Jan. 11th, was a special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only was it my Grandma's Birthday, (if you're reading this, I love you Grandma) but it was also the day a certain little person grabbed my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister, &lt;a href="http://karlysdirtylaundry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karly&lt;/a&gt;, went into labor on Monday and the big event kept on going through Tuesday until 8:10pm arrived and a beautiful baby girl was brought into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at New Haven when she was born.  The girls were all so into it because I kept announcing the updates my mama would text me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls were all so cute and so excited as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she arrived I jumped up and down as soon as I laid my eyes on the picture text!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls all wanted to see her and I proudly showed everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 pounds, 11 ounces, 20 1/2 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Laela Carolina Barksdale:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(said "Layla")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TS3rDs2JBPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YcWljDsti98/s320/163695_10150378757905529_652520528_16694652_626341_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561359563682809074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think there ever was a more gorgeous baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I normally think newborns look like wrinkly old men and do not think they are cute until about 2 weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, not this little one.  She is the most &lt;b&gt;pretty&lt;/b&gt; baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those baby rolls give me the squeezies and I just want to pinch her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that face....ugh!  Already has me mesmerized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I canNOT wait for next week to come so &lt;a href="http://www.kristamaurer.com/"&gt;Krista&lt;/a&gt; and I can go down to AZ for her baby blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to sit there for hours rocking and smooching those cheeks (both face and bum.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lost it when Mama sent me this picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TS3rLpz1g9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/wuanuZiZW6k/s320/164023_819337084929_17808598_42187010_8362532_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561359700306789330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear sister is a Mama!  So weird, but so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kar is going to be such a great, fun mom and I can't wait to watch her with Laela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly only deserves the best and I hope Laela is a good baby for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a baby in the family is something we have not had for a LONG time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...since I was born almost 24 years ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is going to be so fresh and new and exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope Kar pops out another one soon!  I could get used to this baby thing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok Ok...I guess she can rest for a little bit of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until then I am going to love Ms. Laela like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you do not know me yet, but you have already wrapped me around your finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to be the best aunt I can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to kiss you over and over again and I won't even mind changing your stinky bomb diapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a few years I will play dress up all the day long and since your Uncle Alex has diabetes I will always have candy in my purse. (yeah...you know where to go.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are always welcome for sleepovers and I will take you as long as your Mama lets me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once you become a teenager I hope you talk to me about your triumphs and struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to be a part of your life and help you in any way I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to your parents, grandparents, and Aunt Krista...they all love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Follow the prophet and the promptings of the Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rely on the Lord and put your faith in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you SO much, little Laela...I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be seeing you soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Aunt Kayc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-5280218167376302834?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/5280218167376302834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=5280218167376302834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5280218167376302834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/5280218167376302834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-i-became-aunt.html' title='The day I became an Aunt!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TS3rDs2JBPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YcWljDsti98/s72-c/163695_10150378757905529_652520528_16694652_626341_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-993868025863167791</id><published>2011-01-09T14:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:13:32.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have been trying to think a lot about the concept of HOPE recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of the girls at the treatment center is doing something for one of her values projects and she gave us all a piece of paper with this question at the top:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What gives you hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At first I thought it would be easy to answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But every time I would sit down to write it I would get baffled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not because nothing gives me hope, but because it was a way bigger question than I first thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hope is defined as: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;events &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;best;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;desired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;happen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So what is it that gives me that feeling of events turning out for the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is it that makes me know what I desire will happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've concluded these are the reasons that give me hope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In a spiritual sense:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I've had answers to prayers before, so because of that experience it gives me hope that future prayers will be heard and answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I've seen miracles happen and I have hope miracles will continue to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I've personally been taken out of the hole of despair through my belief in the Atonement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Basically my belief in Heavenly Father &amp;amp; Jesus Christ give me the hope to know everything in my life will turn out the way it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I believe in a living prophet so because of that it gives me hope that what they advise us to do will make our lives better and we can be the best people we can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In other senses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I have seen people that you would not expect to do good, do good.  That gives me hope for anyone who is in a tough spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I have seen people overcome tragedy through their personal goodness and that gives me hope that I can do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I have hope for human kind after watching this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aY_-kv1cqjU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aY_-kv1cqjU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like there are more reasons that even I don't understand that give me hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But for now that is good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I need to know is that I do have hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope gets me up every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope motivates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope is lasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-993868025863167791?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/993868025863167791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=993868025863167791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/993868025863167791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/993868025863167791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/01/hope.html' title='Hope.'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-2133353667398378724</id><published>2011-01-05T11:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:12:09.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, I LOVE Resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rarely do they stick, however.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard on the radio that only 13% of the resolutions people set, are kept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that statistic because that's just where abouts I am with mine from last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolutions.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; they are, check 'em out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I needed to complete 1.2 of my 9 resolutions to get 13%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I half completed these 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Write the grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get all A's and B's my last year at BYU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Save money for a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did call the grandparents more, which I was proud of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called them more than any previous year at BYU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, no letters, which I should work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did let one C sneak in my last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of the 12 classes I took during my last year, one C did get in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But do I get credit for all the other A's and B's?  I think so...it's BYU, c'mon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as far as vacations, I did not plan a big one necessarily, but some vacations have just fallen upon me, like San Diego &amp;amp; San Francisco and thankfully I had some money saved up to be able to go to those places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think all of those halfers should count for at least one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I DID complete my last resolution which was getting a boyfriend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh that Mister of mine...he's lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I completed a total of 2 of my resolutions, which equals 22%!  YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...I really am going to try harder this year and here are my resolutions for 2011!  (are you excited, yet?! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  Once again, I am going to try harder to &lt;b&gt;read my scriptures &lt;/b&gt;EVERY day.  Some days are super hard since I work from 6:30am-11:30pm...straight.  I need to even just read a verse before I lie my head to sleep.  It's so important and I need to get that every day habit back in  my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. And also once again, &lt;b&gt;write in my journal&lt;/b&gt; at least once a week.  I used to do it every day, which seems impossible to me now.  Ok, I won't lie to y'all.  I quit writing when things got bad with Dan.  I did not want to write in a journal...I just couldn't.  I did not want to record my crappy emotions into pages that would be read for generations.  I've had a feeling for awhile to write it all down just FOR posterity's sake...so I'm in the process.  And it feels great.  I have missed getting lost in my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Practice piano&lt;/b&gt; 2-3 times a week.  I have let weeks go by where I have not touched the piano.  That is sad considering it is one of the greatest talents I have.  I love the piano, I really do.  I need to get back to playing all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. It's always on everyone's resolutions, BUT...&lt;b&gt;lose weight&lt;/b&gt;.  Not a ton.  I more want to get toned again.  Ashley and I are going to create a plan this evening, and going to help each other accomplish it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Go to a &lt;b&gt;cultural event&lt;/b&gt; once a month.  That can be a play, a concert, a festival, whatever...just something to make me appreciate the arts more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Be serviceable&lt;/b&gt;.  I do not quite know how to measure my success on this one, but I just want to serve more...however that happens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Be a &lt;b&gt;better family member&lt;/b&gt;.  I am a sister, a daughter, a granddaughter, and soon to be...an aunt!  I want to fulfill those roles the best way I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Write 2 songs&lt;/b&gt;.  I have not written songs in SO long.  I will admit, I am so daunted by this resolution, because I'm so out of practice.  My problem that has plagued me for years is not being able to finish songs...so I figure 2 songs is a good starting point for a 12 month time period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...those are the resolutions I currently have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's hope 2011 is good to me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news...Karly is having her baby on Tuesday, the 11th!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krista and I will venture down there the day before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am SOOOO excited to be an aunt to that little one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-2133353667398378724?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/2133353667398378724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=2133353667398378724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2133353667398378724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/2133353667398378724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1327767677226679929</id><published>2011-01-01T16:11:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:34:13.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley Kay...the Birthday Girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have this friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may or may not know her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda think she's pretty great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name is Ashley Kay Sant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And New Years Eve was her 23rd Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been able to be with her on her birthday quite a few times in the past, but since I had to stay in Utah to work, I was not so lucky and could not party with her in the A.T.L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-2Z087jOI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7KBaHWNbu_o/s1600/76966_799030928629_17827158_41789297_2779316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-2Z087jOI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7KBaHWNbu_o/s320/76966_799030928629_17827158_41789297_2779316_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557361020025670882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made her a pretty great post last year and you can click &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2009/12/ashley-kay-girl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley Kay is seriously one of the best friends I have ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She would benefit anyone's life just from being a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is such a great friend and I will share some of my favorite things about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-2EyGBR6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/le8yX1JrfLo/s1600/44880_788138247649_17827158_41565095_4384537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-2EyGBR6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/le8yX1JrfLo/s320/44880_788138247649_17827158_41565095_4384537_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557360658481235874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her family SO much and would do anything for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope someday my future family can be like hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so giving to all of her siblings and respectful to her parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention, her extended family loves Ash a ton too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved being able to spend time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-11UqCNnI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZKwW9r3O9jE/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-11UqCNnI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZKwW9r3O9jE/s320/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557360392881190514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will jam out and dance like a crazy person with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure everyone at EFY wants to be us at the dances!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just go out there and do our thing...no matter how ridiculous it may look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also can entertain ourselves when no one else is even around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1qlkMiWI/AAAAAAAAAtk/c4y5JB6Xsjw/s1600/149810_802436638559_17827158_41849595_1982377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1qlkMiWI/AAAAAAAAAtk/c4y5JB6Xsjw/s320/149810_802436638559_17827158_41849595_1982377_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557360208441543010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see above...we are a little obsessed with Slurpees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They can turn any day into a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy she's as nuts as I am and will want one at any time of any day...doesn't matter if it's 3am and freezing outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1gjqI4MI/AAAAAAAAAtc/mh4rSRdIHJo/s1600/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1gjqI4MI/AAAAAAAAAtc/mh4rSRdIHJo/s320/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557360036130906306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Braves have brought us even closer together, which I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is such a bond that happens with you both like the same team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when you're SUPER obsessed with a team, such as Ash &amp;amp; myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad she understands and will be hard core with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like remember that one time we went to San Francisco for the playoff game?  Yeah...that was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1Xjgf8SI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ltX1xfVuVno/s1600/DSC01909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1Xjgf8SI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ltX1xfVuVno/s320/DSC01909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557359881471652130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash is a babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Nuff said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1JM_0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/EP06b1G8iVc/s1600/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-1JM_0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/EP06b1G8iVc/s320/DSC01882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557359634910823234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley loves to have fun...which is always a nice thing to have in a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can crack me up always and can make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-08OclmsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/soMHpURhiII/s1600/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-08OclmsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/soMHpURhiII/s320/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557359411961633474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, I just want to say that Ashley makes me want to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is giving, loving, caring, spiritual, happy, fun, smart, and genuine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to celebrate our 5 year Friendiversary this past 4th of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it was a joke and a reason to throw a party, but in reality I love that we did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved celebrating my friendship with her because it really is special to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to see where the next 5 years takes us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Smash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-1327767677226679929?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1327767677226679929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1327767677226679929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1327767677226679929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1327767677226679929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2011/01/ashley-kaythe-birthday-girl.html' title='Ashley Kay...the Birthday Girl!!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR-2Z087jOI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7KBaHWNbu_o/s72-c/76966_799030928629_17827158_41789297_2779316_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-1250178851636918991</id><published>2010-12-28T16:02:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:10:34.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq1sHmcRzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KUv_RLOnEpA/s320/23462_354607146332_510606332_4141601_7486453_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>My favorite moments of 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, 2010 has hung its hat.  Does anyone else think that is weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 seriously flew by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a year full of fun and awesomeness and I want to reflect on the top moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (In no particular order.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. The Winter Olympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the Olympics!  They are always so inspiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've always wondered what it's like to be SO good at something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I have been blessed with many talents, but there's not one that I am just SO ridiculous at, unlike Olympians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love the competitiveness, I love all the nations coming together, I love cheering for the USA, and I love just holing up and watching.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is from a little shindig I held to watch the Olympics...complete with mini corn dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_586zM7HI/AAAAAAAAAu0/kM1uKdGC5JY/s320/23670_729052900159_17808598_39857927_2506056_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557435290169961586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Seeing THREE of my best friends get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of them bit the dust in the same year.  It has definitely been a year of weddings and love.  Katie Claire tied the knot on April 17th, Leah just a short time after, and Brittany at the end of the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love that my friends have picked guys that love them and that I can be friends with their husbands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It is always awkward when your friends marry guys you do not like, so I'm grateful I get along with their significant others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_5i1Oo_1I/AAAAAAAAAus/3Ov9n85twL0/s320/30511_440752915774_523795774_6270374_7344400_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557434841997836114" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_5aIgCGvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/nx26M1jggfU/s320/30545_618317676194_193304958_34882433_4236105_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557434692552235762" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_5PX54rGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-C-V68bO_lQ/s320/149733_797988911839_17807469_41768400_5262244_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557434507708640354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My sister getting pregnant with my niece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember so clearly when Kar told me.  I was at Charlotte Russe working.  I answered the phone and this is how our conversation went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Charlotte Russe at University Mall, this is Kaycie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly: "Kayc, it's Karly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Karly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly: "Yeah, Karly...your sister?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "I KNOW who you are, I'm just not used to hearing you while at work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly: "Well, I called your phone and it was off.  I called Magleby's and you weren't there so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured you had to be at Charlotte."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Ok, well that's kinda stalkerish, but whatever..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly: "Yeah, well I have something to tell you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Ok..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karly: "I'm...PREGNANT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: *silence* then *crying*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was SO excited!  Yeah, I started crying AT work and told everyone that walked in!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was a happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms. Laela is going to be born any day now and I don't know if any other aunt has ever been as excited as I am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Can't wait to hold that little bundle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_4heMtgQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CTSsMw1jghQ/s320/76343_10150315101790526_551695525_15762141_5632129_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557433719124230402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. EFY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EFY is always a highlight of my year, the last 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that EFY has been able to be a part of my life basically since I was 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went as a participant ages 12, 14, 15, 16, 17, &amp;amp; 18 and have been able to work at ages 20, 21, 22, 23, and soon to be 24.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past summer I was the coordinator, alongside my trusty partner, Ammon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EFY, as always, was fabulous again and always makes me re-evaluate my life to make sure I'm where I need to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always grateful for the experiences I have, the friendships I strengthen and gain, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spirit I feel, the lessons learned,and the testimony I gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To read my EFY post, click &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/07/efy-life.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_39Z14bWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/_6AqyXMkkEE/s320/34753_761559257159_17808598_40831696_4253749_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557433099479444834" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_3v3GDAyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0CytE4WOHSQ/s320/34609_761555724239_17808598_40831509_5503363_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557432866813707042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Dancing in a drum circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When EFY was over, my flight from Tampa back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salt Lake City was 2 days after EFY ended.  So my dear friends and I all camped out at Nina's house for the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; One night we went to the beach where we took some awesome pictures and walked around.  There was a drum circle going on and my friends decided I should go in and dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I was scared at first, but I just did it and I am SO glad I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It was quite exhilarating!  I felt so fresh and spontaneous!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a few mins some of my friends joined me and we had a blast!  From then on out everyone called me Shakira since my hips were definitely not lying! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq4aUgRU1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wwGoX8sX_2g/s320/34260_762261674509_17808598_40852075_3695887_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555955852635099986" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq4G1gNayI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vAMyyXJkdcc/s320/35183_568560902736_50500367_32700819_3319611_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555955517895830306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Life Changing Concerts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen some good concerts in my life: 98 Degrees, *Nsync, Justin Timberlake, Carrie Underwood, Rascal Flatts, Colbie Caillat...just to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But WOW...this year offered some concerts that were seriously record charting in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to see Mr. John Mayer in August at the Usana Ampitheater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was seriously so great.  He is SO talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention I went with a ton of great friends, so that made it even better being able to dance, sing, and rock out with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then in November I was ever so privileged to see Sara Bareilles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was SO amazing and I aspire to be like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see my post on her concert, click &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/11/happiness-and-sara-bareilles.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq3o1kZm-I/AAAAAAAAAss/seiwQI4SRRg/s320/41220_778100608159_17827158_41350636_1173377_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555955002517330914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Braves Playoff Game in San Francisco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously one of the greatest experiences of my entire life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the Braves headed to the playoffs, my die hard friends and I decided to get our butts to CA and support our boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends searched for tickets and finally got 5 of them and we headed out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left at 11 p.m. on a Thurs night, drove the 12 hours there, slept for 30 mins at Ashley's family's house, went to the Golden Gate Bridge, then went to the AT&amp;amp;T Park a few hours early, watched the game, and immediately drove back to Provo so we got back at noon on Sat.  Talk about a quick trip, but OH SO WORTH IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the best game I have ever witnessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the only game the Braves won that series AND it was from coming from behind with our bench players...what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Bobby Cox's last ejection AND last win of his career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been so invested in a game before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were moments where I had to lean against the railing I was shaking so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It never felt sweeter to win than that night because Giants fans were SO classless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entire road trip home (whenever all 5 of us were awake) we would say, "Remember how we just experienced that?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was SO great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playoff games are rad...worth every penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see that post, click &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/10/braves-fans-invading-san-francisco-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq2-aRKWbI/AAAAAAAAAsk/7WQ9pUITd6o/s320/44880_788138247649_17827158_41565095_4384537_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555954273634376114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Getting my job at New Haven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh mercy yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the good moments TOTALLY outweigh the times where you want to hide in the staff office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love those girls with all my heart and I have loved everything I have learned while working there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Living with such awesome roommates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was SO blessed with the roommates I received when moving into my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only knew Ash, which was great, but I was scared not knowing the other 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not have lucked out better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are each such amazing girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley, Brittany, Megan, Amelia, &amp;amp; Suzanne are such amazing people and I have loved living with them...and Nicole, our honorary roomie! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq2NpCUNgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/eRiCZnTegSU/s320/GreenGables2-600x192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555953435785049602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Celebrating 30 years of being a forever family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 19th, 2010 marked 30 years since my parents went to the temple with Krista (as a wee and Karly in the womb) to get sealed as an eternal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am SO grateful that they made that decision so that I could be born into such circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have started a chain that I hope goes on for generations to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq1sHmcRzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KUv_RLOnEpA/s320/23462_354607146332_510606332_4141601_7486453_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555952859874084658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. BYU Graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not walk and have official graduation until April, but I am a BYU graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished up everything this December and it feels awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited for all of the festivities come April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq1WZpBnzI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7d2t6ezA6f4/s320/20979_711955757969_17808598_39373094_4021445_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555952486759636786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12.  Lastly, but certainly not leastly, having Alexander Michael Foster become my other half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never expected this year to turn into a year of falling in love, but it has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do we have our differences?  Sure...but who doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We get over them so quickly, because neither one of us can stand it, that they just end up laughter worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has taught me so much about myself and more of what I want out of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's so caring, loving, thoughtful, and honors his Priesthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention...I think he's quite the stud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so grateful for the journey we've taken this year, even with its ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're better for it and he has made 2010 such an awesome year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq1DPiDRgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/AQfiPV2IDeU/s320/31735_750199621959_17808598_40458970_4269156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555952157628515842" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRq0sda7TUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cMX6fvnreVY/s320/39955_768205742549_17808598_41055397_7052061_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555951766219738434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More posts on him?  Click &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/01/bf.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/03/lis-for-way-you-look-at-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/03/lis-for-way-you-look-at-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-much-you-love.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-alex.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes...2010 has been a good year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-1250178851636918991?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/1250178851636918991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=1250178851636918991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1250178851636918991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/1250178851636918991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-favorite-moments-of-2010.html' title='My favorite moments of 2010!'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TR_586zM7HI/AAAAAAAAAu0/kM1uKdGC5JY/s72-c/23670_729052900159_17808598_39857927_2506056_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-3688971160954348239</id><published>2010-12-27T15:02:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:13:22.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Texts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so it has been exactly one week since Alex left for California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm pathetic, but I miss him SO much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He flies back on Thursday night and it cannot come soon enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could meet him at the airport and just squeeze him as soon as he arrives, but unfortunately I have to work...so alas, I have to wait an extra few hours to give him a squeeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's been sending lots of picture texts, which helps my anxious heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I'd share because these pictures are just too great not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, this little baby...Alex's homemade ornament from kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I crack up EVERY time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNgNC9L8I/AAAAAAAAAr0/LgNnI_uf2oM/s1600/167198_814124241509_17808598_42070516_517380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNgNC9L8I/AAAAAAAAAr0/LgNnI_uf2oM/s320/167198_814124241509_17808598_42070516_517380_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486462247251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve at the Foster home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex &amp;amp; Jack in matching pj's with the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNcay5T_I/AAAAAAAAArs/qh3gOrrOiPc/s1600/166507_814123917159_17808598_42070505_1552740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNcay5T_I/AAAAAAAAArs/qh3gOrrOiPc/s320/166507_814123917159_17808598_42070505_1552740_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486397218508786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Day...the cat is glad he's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNX1QJmCI/AAAAAAAAArk/d7qf1_jZbNY/s1600/163149_814124426139_17808598_42070518_6623724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNX1QJmCI/AAAAAAAAArk/d7qf1_jZbNY/s320/163149_814124426139_17808598_42070518_6623724_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486318421186594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their newest puppy, Jett...elf ears and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNT3kjhNI/AAAAAAAAArc/l1sV2tIZ92o/s1600/165243_814124351289_17808598_42070517_1910767_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNT3kjhNI/AAAAAAAAArc/l1sV2tIZ92o/s320/165243_814124351289_17808598_42070517_1910767_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486250324165842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to answer back with something so Krista and I decided to be funny and take these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNPXKoFkI/AAAAAAAAArU/VDW6JlNyOlA/s1600/167408_814124620749_17808598_42070522_4074196_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNPXKoFkI/AAAAAAAAArU/VDW6JlNyOlA/s320/167408_814124620749_17808598_42070522_4074196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486172906001986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This took much longer to take than you would think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNKP01ANI/AAAAAAAAArM/P---o_SwVD0/s1600/163855_814124660669_17808598_42070523_6996289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNKP01ANI/AAAAAAAAArM/P---o_SwVD0/s320/163855_814124660669_17808598_42070523_6996289_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486085036179666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe afterwards, Krista and I were cracking up!  We thought they were funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I miss my boyfriend a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know he's enjoying sunny California, but I'm ready for him to come back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182890002687754858-3688971160954348239?l=kaycieq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/feeds/3688971160954348239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182890002687754858&amp;postID=3688971160954348239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3688971160954348239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182890002687754858/posts/default/3688971160954348239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaycieq.blogspot.com/2010/12/picture-texts.html' title='Picture Texts'/><author><name>KaycieQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15730201107608886742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB3lYVRI_xw/TmD_440MnAI/AAAAAAAAA68/OoRtJugOgJo/s220/_MG_3747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRTKw8zjxWc/TRkNgNC9L8I/AAAAAAAAAr0/LgNnI_uf2oM/s72-c/167198_814124241509_17808598_42070516_517380_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182890002687754858.post-5805187554405960897</id><published>2010-12-26T10:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:13:14.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry &amp; Bright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello One &amp;amp; All!&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Christmas was holly and jolly!&lt;br /&gt;Mine was.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it was a tad quieter than what I am used to.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my mother singing.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my father's lap.&lt;br /&gt;I missed Karly's jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my tree.&lt;br /&gt;I missed going to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;However, my Christmas was still grand because I got to spend the entire day with Krista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve I had to work early in the mornin' to get all the cakes ready for all those who wanted Magleby's dessert for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Once that was all out I had to run to K-Mart to pick up some cooking utensils.  Then I headed to my friend, Kjell's, house to drop off those cooking utensils and a dessert.  She was sponsoring a family in need for Christmas and needed some help.  As soon as I heard I wanted to help!  It felt so great seeing all of the presents and food people had offered to Kjell to take.  That family will so grateful, I know!&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed on up to Bountiful to the house of Krista &amp;amp; Frit.  (Christmas music playing the whole trip, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we watched The Santa Clause 2 and then chatted on the phone with our fam bam, complete with gra
