tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382147477392897422024-02-07T02:44:17.741-07:00TiffanyI wonder why . . .Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-61694631515110966182010-07-03T12:14:00.000-07:002010-07-03T12:14:48.723-07:00Great Birthday<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I had the greatest birthday ever. The kids all had a suprise for me. Triston and Rheagen bought me the CUTEST bear with their own money! I guess they had a hard time choosing what to get me. But what they got me was the best look how cute! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">By noon we finally made it to the pool. Hayley my sweet sister-in-law brought the girls over to go swimming with us. IT WAS A BLAST!! Even though I am in so much pain today. I went up and down the slide proabably 50 times. (okay maybe not much but it felt like it). The kids love going down the big slide. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sienna would crack me up and scream all the way down. She wasn't scared she was just having fun. Adyson kept saying we need to go supper dupper fast!! Found out if i took of my shorts before we went down the slide it would make us go so much faster. Rheagen almost got the courage to go down the slide herself but got scared at the end. Hopefully, next time she can do it. I can't lift her much longer. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Padin just did his own thing most of the day until he could get his turn to go down the slide. You know girls are pretty boring! He did find someone he went to school with thank goodness! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have to show you what Hayley and the girls got me! LOVE IT!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hBt8qK2wJ6TZFF5oVzWOsnv9iZn_xU4TH9o2WQy3G6EP0R89M4-ZuGNEtWrvoTWCdiFuy71hgdaOC7LF6OzKO0QfhlP_EjkrgZvLwxOFJXelLGPC1sCgc_0VG13k5C317ZPO-KQ7tTM/s1600/Picture+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hBt8qK2wJ6TZFF5oVzWOsnv9iZn_xU4TH9o2WQy3G6EP0R89M4-ZuGNEtWrvoTWCdiFuy71hgdaOC7LF6OzKO0QfhlP_EjkrgZvLwxOFJXelLGPC1sCgc_0VG13k5C317ZPO-KQ7tTM/s320/Picture+020.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The day is not over yet! Triston, Rheagen, and Padin spent the night. Wii rime baby! I finally bought a second controller. Not sure if that was a good idea. We are all way too competitive. My favorite part was watching Triston try to help Padin, PRICELESS!!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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I have dropped a total of 15 inches so far. I sure hope one day I can find a nice set of abs!!! I will work on it until I do. Ha ha I have found that taking my vitamins and taking supplement shakes do wonders! I have heard how wonderful Shakeology is so I am going to be getting some Wednesday so EXCITED! Wondering what this stuff is go to www.teambeachbody.com/tiffanykid and the items are in shop for products.<br /></p><p>Last weekend I got invited to go with the Fawson's to Bear Lake it was a blast, even though it rained off and on. They are probably the funniest family ever. I don't think I have ever laughed so much in my life. Thanks guys for letting me come with you! We will have to do it again when the weather gets better. Hopefully during the summer I can bring up the waverunner and we can play on that. <br /></p><p>Brings me to my next concern . . . well I think I want to get me a SUV. Pontiac is done and I don't think it would be a good idea to keep the car. Even though I love it and wasn't planning on getting me a new vehicle for awhile. But with this said anyone have an SUV or know of an SUV that you think is really good? I am thinking about getting it so I can take the waverunner out this summer. Any help would be deeply appreciated. THANKS!!!</p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-50576146927109024472009-03-31T20:37:00.001-07:002009-03-31T20:37:59.210-07:00The worst day ever . . .<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-size:9pt'><span style='font-family:Feltpen'>I hated today with a passion and I never want to go through this again. We had a layoff today with approximately 300 people. The more I think about it the more depressed I get. I feel so lucky to still have my job. However, there were many people that were not so lucky. I wish there was a way that I could say goodbye to some of the people I used to work with. I know it stunned most of them and I wish they could come back. Work will not be the same. </span><span style='font-family:Wingdings'>L</span><span style='font-family:Feltpen'> All I can say is I wish you the best of luck and I hope you find a job soon!! And thanks for being such great friends!!! </span></span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-83425000996560256912009-02-05T22:10:00.002-07:002009-02-05T22:27:30.062-07:00Boot CAMP<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Boot camp may sound horrible. Well it can be it seriously kicks my butt every night. I want to thank my mom for getting us signed up to do this. I might get discouraged and I don't think i can do one more rep. Then I look to my side and what do I see my MOM still going STRONG! What the heck she is still going okay I have to keep going!! My mom rocks at this! We have to jump <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">A LOT</span> well she does it. I look around the room and most women don't. I look up to my mother. I hope one day I can be as strong as her. Mom I love you!! Thanks for doing this with me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">One other thing I talked to Michelle Olsen and she thought I could be a coach. I work with one man that ways 350 pounds. He is the nicest guy in the whole world!!! However, I care about him so much that I stress about him. I am so worried one day with his weight he will have a heart attack at work and they will not be able to get him out of the building. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I told him I worry about him all the time. So one day I just asked if I could help coach him to lose weight. I told him there was also an incentive to drop the pounds. If you go on my website </span><a href="http://www.teambeachbody.com/tiffanykid"><span style="font-family:verdana;">www.teambeachbody.com/tiffanykid</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and sign up. You can be put in to win money. I know it sounds like a scam but it isn't. So if any of you would like me to help you. While I am helping myself please. Email, text, or call. I will help! I want to help! By the way we are doing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ChaLEAN</span> Extreme at boot camp and IT IS AWESOME!! Soon I will have the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DVD's</span>. So if any of you would like to borrow anything. Let me know!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes I don't have much on my website right now but it will be up to date this weekend.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-19032189478904568742009-02-01T16:28:00.002-07:002009-02-01T18:13:39.983-07:005 addictions<span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-family:AndrewScript;">Not really sure what to put on this . . .</span><br /> </p><p><span style="font-family:AndrewScript;">1. First of all I think I am addicted to hanging out with Trisha and her kids! They sure can put a smile on my face all the time. Especially LOU LOU!!! (by the way HAPPY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY!!!)<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:AndrewScript;">2. Boot camp with Michelle Olsen!!! She is the coolest coach EVER!<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:AndrewScript;">3. My one hundred calorie packs. Yes, I only eat one a day. :)<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:AndrewScript;">4. Spending money! This has to stop FAST. I need to save again. If I ever want to buy me a house.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:AndrewScript;">5. Writing down my feelings. I was told the other day that I don't know myself. The sad thing this is sooo true!!! So this friend of mine said, "I need to figure out who I am before I can really be happy." So this is one thing I am trying to do. Not working out to well. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:AndrewScript;"><br /> I tag Trisha, Jaime, Tawna, and Mandi</span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-85159403888796413212009-01-12T20:29:00.001-07:002009-01-12T20:29:30.076-07:00Fun night<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Boring Boron'>First off I got a phone call at 9:30 Saturday night saying get your but to the house. Let's play the wii. I tried my hardest not to play this thing because I know me I will get addicted real fast. However, the greatest people in the world got me to play. I had so much fun. Especially playing Mario kart! I am a dork I know but I am so competitive that I was trying my hardest to win. The thing is I was not very good . . . well I stink at it. I was glad when I didn't take 12<sup>th</sup> place. Ha ha ! At least I couldn't do any worse! A couple of us were talking we should make this an all nighter. So guess what . . . yes we did. I didn't make it home until about eleven the next day. I just have to thank my friends for being so nice and getting me out of the house. Even though I was missing one of my favorite shows "John and Kate plus 8". Well I ended up not missing it. I was glad I did miss it because there was one benefit of the night. I made a really good friend. <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Boring Boron'>Thanks again everyone! I hope we can do this again soon. The food can be on me this time. </span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-33734507999850115702009-01-10T20:47:00.001-07:002009-01-10T20:47:43.594-07:00How I did it . . .<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:AndrewScript; font-size:12pt'>Well before I started painting the table I had to read instructions on the internet on how to do it. The top of this table is laminate so I didn't know for sure what would stick to it or if I could paint it. Well they have this cool stuff call Bullseye 1-2-3. This will let paint stick to just about anything from tile, laminate, or anything slick. <br /></span></p><p> <br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:AndrewScript; font-size:12pt'>So first I decided to sand down some of the spots that needed some fixing. Then I painted a thin layer of bullseye 1-2-3. This is just like a primer. Once this was dry, I used gloss oil enamel paint. Trust me I didn't like it at first because it was too shinny. However, after a couple of days it grew on me. After everything is painted, they say to use two coats of polyurethane on any item you paint. This is for cleaning purposes. I am not going to do this until summer. I am afraid the fumes will be too much for me to handle without having doors and windows open. <br /></span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-21988402419249662922009-01-02T18:47:00.003-07:002009-01-02T18:53:59.845-07:00Table<span xmlns=""><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;">Well you all might be wondering what these projects are supposed to be. Well I have been painting my parents old table. The cool thing about this table is this is the first table they got after they got married. Too have a piece of this in my place makes it pretty special. This project seemed to take longer than I ever thought it would take. If anyone decides to paint a table, let me give you some advice. <strong>Don't</strong> if it has a lot of spindles. Wow!!!! It takes forever to paint. </span><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;">Before pictures:<br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286879111431175218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReu_Nfx1aGlRC1B6NORCkDuTde_y7imNdJ9DZDjhHBvG2PwhDvAgY_OCYwY5un41zYoWMf-P7x8IaNqpmPrqm2wo9w6XJm98kIN-04mG5AELuq_s3EVpP9TnbEuLw-NEvqZ3NF91_dPk/s320/IMG_0296.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286879122784611426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKK5oEidfWteg__I-oaWj2CtswjJAzReoolXumkwdddZsB5J3lOwYnkYctxff0DFPUVQO9TM7Bp5xlCFSgmA0T8gKcmhr_2LjJLqZVeBAJXcpasLBqyRtQNqur0ZheBZ1CqfrWWBHGdU/s320/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;">After pictures:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286879138056379490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggDNwvmoNQ1q8qcOWU3X4qk8jimqH7Fdmw0W-sl_o9SFhKjEoWi7Bm_HuY54mFDb42rUOnL76wQdzpB-GyRNfvw7VCOokClgBpkf17yRL_24FmCeaTR-h8gxnE3dHrdTiqpdbnGbTW4Bc/s320/IMG_0370.jpg" border="0" /></span></p></span></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286879129452259282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMHHpCgHfoJItmzOY7JzHZ_BS6wdO6rEwLlz5IZmz4R6pembMuyUW0F0P91yHa7l-ezeqV2B7olQf-v0b9ddfjpmtzhqL1-67US6ShDZnjK43YsazK40BVhXZnsDoK5N0RK3nMI9qary0/s320/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-57902046446329800452008-12-19T17:23:00.002-07:002008-12-19T17:31:48.899-07:00HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5PmLwr18Z6HBpfRBCJ9YgxaS7IQF5eIhtIUWoiWUddQBPPXt5W93My_y2AzH48bmea5arEgzGCl57KGuCA5ZNZsbVQZKlaIfcY6snW96cBJ1zJGEYcxbfkTddBv3HiLZuxXyyBA-QaA/s1600-h/elf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281663426970622674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5PmLwr18Z6HBpfRBCJ9YgxaS7IQF5eIhtIUWoiWUddQBPPXt5W93My_y2AzH48bmea5arEgzGCl57KGuCA5ZNZsbVQZKlaIfcY6snW96cBJ1zJGEYcxbfkTddBv3HiLZuxXyyBA-QaA/s400/elf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">You all might be wondering why I am so happy. The thing is I am done with work for <span style="font-size:130%;">TWO </span>weeks. Woo hoo!!! Yes, I always need a break. I have a bunch of fun projects I am going to be doing during these next two weeks. So hopefully you will get a bunch of new posts. Plus if anyone wants to do anything. Call me anytime I am game.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-40660154061429579032008-12-15T19:03:00.001-07:002008-12-15T19:06:46.235-07:00Take your families<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZ1_tkp_BWH0SFjjD3Bh0HkgsLcyfR1gi59_aMA1tryRW8lNjwG9qFn6dHFw2_RX384CMuwYiadu-nMzN3k7eqUjAc-s5yn_C9fGPrBRUyFOF8FW01tXMxOxx8pKbqhCKnTQXyTr27dk/s1600-h/Wisemen.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280203444926104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZ1_tkp_BWH0SFjjD3Bh0HkgsLcyfR1gi59_aMA1tryRW8lNjwG9qFn6dHFw2_RX384CMuwYiadu-nMzN3k7eqUjAc-s5yn_C9fGPrBRUyFOF8FW01tXMxOxx8pKbqhCKnTQXyTr27dk/s400/Wisemen.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Spend an Evening in Bethlehem<br />Come and Enjoy a…<br />LIVE NATIVITY<br /><br />When: December 18th, 19th and 20th<br />-Nightly from 5:30 – 8:30 p.m.-<br /><br />Where: 3107 W. 2600 N. Plain City<br />(about 1 ½ miles west of Hoagies Corner – Exit 349)<br /><br />For Admission: Bring one canned or non-perishable food item<br /><br />Join Us for A Memorable Christmas Experience!<br />Great for: Family Activity, Youth Groups or Date Night<br /><br />*Bake Sale and Other Opportunities to Give*<br />*Everything will go to Help Local Families in Need*<br />---------------------------------------------------<br />Questions or Comments – Call 801-731-5068</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-91657622535668261422008-12-06T19:40:00.005-07:002008-12-06T20:02:46.658-07:00Mom<span style="font-family:arial;">I have to tell everyone how great my mom is. She is the greatest mom in the whole world. She is an awesome listener, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">friend</span></strong>, very dependable, and etc. My mom is my hero. I hope one day I can be half as great as she is. She stopped by my apartment today and gave me the most beautiful quilt that she made for me. I don't know how I lucked out getting such a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">FABULOUS</span></strong> mom.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mom I just want to thank you again! I love you so much!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276876037888466322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcViBD_q0Dd22ZnBrXuXQAm2Hjvaedk3Ty4Qnx8XhGk0IOCaWzDWRuTtBZoG-lgyw5626pN8LaXn0sKEgT2NIhqWqiiW00MkgFA3TIxJ1pgjksQI96UUIiwBIyahb77CTzKcZwQHj0j0/s400/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-47154659242614084082008-12-05T19:02:00.002-07:002008-12-05T19:09:59.693-07:00I love Christmas!<span xmlns=""><span style="apos: ;font-family:Santa& sSleighFull:;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">It has been so great living in this apartment. One thing I have enjoyed so much is buying things to decorate my own place. I bought this shelf/coat rack and side table at Michaels, and had so much fun painting them. I feel like my crafty side is starting to come back out. While I have been trying to open my creative side I have started to notice one thing I have noticed is red must be my favorite color. I don’t know if it’s because all the time I went to middle and high school I would have nothing to do with the color because it was our school colors-but now I think it is one of the prettiest colors. There are so many different reds to choose from so when trying to pick out the right one makes it very difficult. Well enough of talking about that.</span></span> <div><div><div><span style="apos: ;font-family:Santa& sSleighFull:;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></span></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276492661031642418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_u9EohzeD4PZOhYi96h8knpzu_QlKaBQFpVTCjxZbNf2qGhRvF7VU0VEpBGAE9fhM7Lr0tkJN-KJhqWrtOoMksaYbwHX-f9nmARM38q6h1FQAHtqbdi_daAgLQZy17d06jtSLjL-RJg/s320/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><span xmlns=""><span style="apos: ;font-family:Santa& sSleighFull:;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276492648285664642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoV7b9DXgZfxKBJ4yiM6x7D1GA83vKjkZe97W5oeFMwpHf46q916YeAODcC-QUTHVY8af9p8e7fJN_qnAq39R72qGod61B7UMl88ITHcKsIzK4nBM4k6WaJ4J6zgRCvldcq4mrKKNu80/s320/IMG_0304.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I got me a Christmas tree! Yes there isn’t much on it right now but I am still making me some ornaments. Hopefully I can get them done by the end of the weekend to put them on the tree. I would love to take pictures of the rest of the place decorated but I don’t want to show you how messy it is. Not that it is dirty but I am still working on another project. Praying this one gets done within the next couple of weeks. I really hate filling like I live in a pig pen.</span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276492642931244610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfoOOWiWuhLgoF_ohazzg_wM2R1AszCsuAUOLSYCIu8F3dRfrRbdjAa8weBlLTmCgPFKjE9v135Rko7F0YIxIFwq1d9ORqMl50Q1fdy2sMxT88hGxlMftVQGdeiNosV6-S9ZOfOweMXdw/s320/IMG_0303.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-67227216498321650102008-11-24T18:15:00.003-07:002008-11-24T18:22:12.647-07:00Cookies<div><div><span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;">It is Bunco time again. One of my friends Aunt is in charge. So she asked if I could help her out. We went shopping bought some really cute prizes. Then she asked if I could make some festive cookies. We are doing a Christmas theme for this month. So I decided I could make some Oreo cookies with red and green frosting.<br /></span></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVj5eetwntqjmSmrhcahqB8l7IKDa1bvd1TVpsGsfQ7pbO2v5tEPX5cGbs8iPj6DoFVz0bxl8s8Vzeum7bPgrgJXu1FX0PLEuoEczCRA3nPVuGpKlDecMaArYpqjNk_iOOwsz2I6Y1oM4/s1600-h/Working+progress+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272398696421821922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVj5eetwntqjmSmrhcahqB8l7IKDa1bvd1TVpsGsfQ7pbO2v5tEPX5cGbs8iPj6DoFVz0bxl8s8Vzeum7bPgrgJXu1FX0PLEuoEczCRA3nPVuGpKlDecMaArYpqjNk_iOOwsz2I6Y1oM4/s400/Working+progress+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwTT10JMB5dhYEOrAvwyrJ4da6S78GiTmH0HWJHXSn9y-zjn3Iknfa-eBTeYiBz_MrRUbeoAwhQLAoHfFlR2vXBXA16Vu8Z3CxKXENMUmi5O9iXUPc2-ro_kgEa_Vwz8FvsbKplWT3wY/s1600-h/Working+progress+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272398710870961874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwTT10JMB5dhYEOrAvwyrJ4da6S78GiTmH0HWJHXSn9y-zjn3Iknfa-eBTeYiBz_MrRUbeoAwhQLAoHfFlR2vXBXA16Vu8Z3CxKXENMUmi5O9iXUPc2-ro_kgEa_Vwz8FvsbKplWT3wY/s400/Working+progress+006.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;"></span> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:Robot Teacher;font-size:14;">Please don't look at the table I have these cookies on. I have been working on painting the table. Once I get this done I will post some before and after pictures for you. </span></p></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-13876670452635151322008-11-03T17:38:00.001-07:002008-11-03T17:38:45.789-07:00Overheard conversation<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Hobo Std'>Okay I am starting to wonder if I was born during the wrong generation. I overheard a conversation today and all I can say is OMG!!! This guy is 50 years old and he was telling some of my coworkers that he was dating a 26 year old!! Maybe I am just old fashion but that is disgusting. It took everything out of me to hold in from throwing up. Is it just me but is that completely wrong. I am one that thinks wow that is like dating my dad. <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Hobo Std'>I did the whole freak out thing and everyone just laughed at me. They said age is only a number and there is nothing wrong with it. Maybe it's just me but I do think there is something wrong. I just want to hear what everyone else's opinion is about this? Tell me if you think this is okay or if you think this is completely wrong and why. Can't wait to hear everyone's voice on this. </span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-41945122611044556002008-11-02T18:22:00.001-07:002008-11-02T18:22:20.137-07:00Tagged Twice (bit slow at responding)<span xmlns=''><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Kristen ITC'>4 things I love about my husband- Since I don't have a husband nor a boyfriend. Four things I would love is to have someone hardworking, likes to do outdoor things, can make me feel like a princess at all times (even when I am a pain), and someone that likes to be with my family. I guess all the things I want remind me of Tim. <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Kristen ITC'>4 movies I could watch more than once- Don't watch very many movies. However when I had no television I watched Coyote Ugly, Save the last Dance, and Work and the Glory (one awesome movie, now want to see all of them), I also like cheerleading movies so Bring it on. Is another favorite of mine.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Kristen ITC'>4 T.V. shows I watch- Army Wives (can't wait for the finale tonight), Home Improvement, King of Queens, and Scurbs.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Kristen ITC'>4 places I have been- Spain, California, West Yellowstone, and Saint George. (Not much of a traveler) <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Kristen ITC'>4 places I'd like to go- Hawaii, Alaska, New York, and Canada<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Kristen ITC'>4 things I look forward to in the next year- All I have to say is I would like to enjoy anything! One thing is all the girls spending the night, maybe me buying my own home, maybe going back to school and get my masters in IS, and watching my nieces and nephews grow up. <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Kristen ITC'>I tag anyone that hasn't done this.</span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-4294638213167785172008-11-02T17:58:00.005-07:002008-11-02T18:49:04.797-07:00TAG<span xmlns=""><br /><p><span style="font-family:Forte;font-size:180%;">Yes I have been tagged. Sorry Michelle this has taken me so long to do. What I am supposed to do is:<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Forte;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#200d0c;">1. Go to your pictures.<br />2. Upload 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> picture of 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> folder.<br />3. Post.<br />4. Tag 4 friends.<br /></span></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Forte;font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230179810954562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaS_30Mkr4AbBLchQ3WwnQergmph_loT3rQVHt9T0Pky6o1kNTB2OyEN_I9t-Vmrzcu1mhXqWny0GxXg3ieOPI5cbaPxvpfJ1774fjVhwKbqQ-dKIth3X7S16_PTIuffqaidguNnLBrsI/s400/Picture+or+Video+004.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Forte;font-size:180%;">This was taken on Mother's day. I thought it was so cute! Sienna sure loves to be around her dad. I think that is pretty precious. But yet again I always think anything my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nieces</span> do is sweet.<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Forte;font-size:180%;">I tag. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tawna</span>, Evelyn, Jaime, and Trisha (if I can get her to blog again.)</span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-28958230087473935682008-10-09T19:36:00.002-07:002008-10-11T19:37:58.279-07:00Sleep-Over<p></p><br /><p>I am a pretty lucky aunt to have such great nieces and nephews. Since I have moved out I have had a few of them spend the night. They were complete angels. I just can't wait for the day when I get to have my other two nieces to spend the night. </p><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e446b784f54497a4f513d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Sleepover at Tiff's" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e446b784f54497a4f513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><br /><tbody><br /><tr><br /><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e446b784f54497a4f513d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"></a></td></tr><br /><tr><td></span></td></tr><br /><tr><br /><td align="middle"></td></tr></tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-88798788536452092132008-09-25T19:25:00.002-07:002008-09-25T19:30:19.580-07:00Thursday’s<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQdfINyWc_nrtKbrMcAokg1dpn_z4Q33zcx7F3Z4CjdvUle3SHkaNvjnZAepCnZNn4wViwRbJrTk_34rYRxjFCBLd1nyEoT6NJggLa3gmVEr5M5xo6vsRTvyxqKP0xBmxZaeGAnKgyZU/s1600-h/0925081655.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250151739257723186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQdfINyWc_nrtKbrMcAokg1dpn_z4Q33zcx7F3Z4CjdvUle3SHkaNvjnZAepCnZNn4wViwRbJrTk_34rYRxjFCBLd1nyEoT6NJggLa3gmVEr5M5xo6vsRTvyxqKP0xBmxZaeGAnKgyZU/s400/0925081655.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span xmlns=""><br /><p><span style="font-family:Graffiti;font-size:16;color:#943634;">Every Thursday Rheagen and I have this routine. I get home from work at four and her gymnastics gets over at the same time. So I go pick her up and she is STARVING! So we go to McDonalds buy some dinner and play until we decide to go to football practice! All I hear is Tiff watch this. Look what I can do. What a kid she makes me laugh. I enjoy seeing how fast she picks everything up (gymnastics and cheer)! </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Graffiti;font-size:16;color:#943634;"><br /></p></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-64231451999124191222008-09-20T21:26:00.004-07:002008-09-21T09:02:29.070-07:00Apartment<span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes about time I post pictures. I have been asked over and over again if I LOVE my new place. Well the answer is of course! It is always nice to be on my own. Thanks Rheagen and my mom for helping me clean the place (it always helps having music in the background to dance to). It is still kind of messy to this day. However, it is looking much better than before. I have two bedrooms and 1 ½ baths. I think the second bedroom will be my craft room/ Rheagen's room when she spends the night. Everyone look at the picture with the table. What should I do with it. My mother gave me permission to do whatever I want. Too be honest I would love to keep it the way it is but I don't know how to get it refinished. My other thought was painting it black? If anybody has some ideas please post them. The last picture on here is from one of my friends. Her little boy made me this house warming gift. I think it is soooo sweet.</span><br /></span></p></span><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4463774d5463774e413d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play My Place" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4463774d5463774e413d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=yahoo&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-4009693598682384552008-09-16T20:24:00.002-07:002008-09-16T20:29:19.564-07:00SorrySorry I haven't posted in awhile. I have been pretty busy. Plus no internet. I have to thank my neighbors for being so nice and letting me tap into theirs for a couple of days. Just to let you know I do enjoy being on my own. Wish I had time to sit and relax for awhile. I'm sure it will come soon. I HOPE! If I have time tomorrow night I will post pictures. I also want to get things cleaned up before I post. This place was pretty dirty before I moved in. It wasn't a disaster but the walls were dirty and ya that is kind of sick. I don't want to move into someone elses filth.<br /><br />Check back tomorrow for pictures!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-10927587288742100652008-09-05T21:28:00.002-07:002008-09-05T21:36:04.782-07:00Brain hurts<div align="justify">Okay I had to write down my thoughts. I went and saw the apartment today. I do like it and I am pretty excited. I'm just trying to make sure I can do this. I have done a great deal of calculating and I think I should be fine. Well I know I will be fine. The cool thing is I worked down the price with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">landlord</span>. So things are looking up. I told the guy I will call him tomorrow with my decision. I know I am ready for this and I am super excited. I guess all I want is some support. I feel like the only one that will talk to me about this is my friend. Sorry for my rambling but I had to get this out. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-36755826779005378062008-09-03T20:59:00.001-07:002008-09-03T21:00:29.566-07:00One more thingIf I move out. Girls I need help decorating. Hint! Hint!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-16048114307759694572008-09-03T20:31:00.002-07:002008-09-03T20:34:50.006-07:00It’s about time?<span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;">I know I haven't posted in awhile. It is only because I have been doing some serious thinking. Okay that is scary especially when my mind goes. Well these last couple of months I have been thinking about moving out. I love my family so much, but I am starting to get pretty old. I also think it is the perfect time for me to be on my own. Also I hope it will help me mature.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;">I do need to thank my parents for being so great to me. Holly cow who else would let their kids stay at home as long as I have. They help me with so much. My poor emotional breakdowns (way too many of them), let me save my money and live with them, the biggest thing of all they ENCOURAGED me to stay in school and be the first one to congratulate me when I graduated. That sure means a great deal to me.<br /></span></p><p><br /> </p><p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;">Well I am going to go check out an apartment on Friday. If I decide to get it I will post pictures. </span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-70898433360702945712008-08-19T19:47:00.007-07:002008-09-03T20:52:27.651-07:00Night at GRANDMA'S<div>Tonight was a special night. I got home from work and had a beautiful suprise. Adyson was at my parents house. What a shock! She then told me she was going to spend the night. </div><br /><div>I thought I would go to Triston's football practice so I can play with the kids. Well Hayley it got a bit dirty. Why would you send Ady over with white flip flops. Ha ha ha! Well They are not white anymore after you leave Grandma Kidman's. Are you getting worried yet? If you are I am sure these cute <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSUCCuUnYpGtNEVuFKRhAzz9Mozssv_8Gax0uk_v6XmWd1aXvcWPrjyhRepXSOY_9ZdIX-2gx4sdp-YM3MupjqAMORnGcKCb8Fiz42CDG4-R-mF99UOtQoGSrJys8nt9N5LZrdrH817o/s1600-h/IMG_0235.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236430979502799362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSUCCuUnYpGtNEVuFKRhAzz9Mozssv_8Gax0uk_v6XmWd1aXvcWPrjyhRepXSOY_9ZdIX-2gx4sdp-YM3MupjqAMORnGcKCb8Fiz42CDG4-R-mF99UOtQoGSrJys8nt9N5LZrdrH817o/s320/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" /></a>pictures will cure your fear. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVl3lFHcaxMhvmJN-I20LX86LtyTtlLcAvXcD08ApHGtH3x9slFTPrBLPJZoSHVL3p1_dM5acKKgPaX7m6pG1JKrPoseTC6ziOXS8EdrxN1xvLrdStWB35xOXQTPTRb5P51eWhDy9MN0/s1600-h/IMG_0233.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236428658620936610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVl3lFHcaxMhvmJN-I20LX86LtyTtlLcAvXcD08ApHGtH3x9slFTPrBLPJZoSHVL3p1_dM5acKKgPaX7m6pG1JKrPoseTC6ziOXS8EdrxN1xvLrdStWB35xOXQTPTRb5P51eWhDy9MN0/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwrnwduIt61bOV72gDTVoa3eofKm5pHnp7yv6G7Vl48OFzMAjGviGkQqIbjey0WDYFZ6YohgybHDVJHz_HedSigyXOo_ylVW2AeaSwOOWklKiynnHvMJDchQv6wkJPrHsv6p96yRE_qU/s1600-h/IMG_0238.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236431700603567954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwrnwduIt61bOV72gDTVoa3eofKm5pHnp7yv6G7Vl48OFzMAjGviGkQqIbjey0WDYFZ6YohgybHDVJHz_HedSigyXOo_ylVW2AeaSwOOWklKiynnHvMJDchQv6wkJPrHsv6p96yRE_qU/s320/IMG_0238.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738214747739289742.post-52973531581527003372008-08-16T18:35:00.003-07:002008-08-16T19:18:55.976-07:00First attempt<span xmlns=""><br /><p><span style="font-family:Harrington;font-size:130%;">Some of you may know that my mom, Heidi, and I have been taking a Photoshop class at Bridgerland. It has been tons of fun. Trust me I struggle in this class but I think everyone else does. Maybe that is why I enjoy it. Well the teacher helped me out last week. So I could figure out how to make my own scrapbook pages. She gave me some awesome free links as well. I will put them on my blog if you want to look at them.<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Harrington;font-size:130%;">Well I got to go to Triston's practice last week, and they took team pictures. He told me I should bring my camera so I could take pictures. So that is where these pictures came from.<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Harrington;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Congratulations Triston on your first touchdown today!!!</span><br /></span></p><br /><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rzBmcmC5q1LoNDWXsYfpHT9oGK9Gqrurj2duc3UjhGvV6Idu8_uiN8TpGgcqC2vgr5TmWGVC7xD5E3TRp_WQYyTXwVpWEN_u-jfiNwj_8U62IEjGO6iMgy4f6DjXGWUBW0_dT_mIckU/s1600-h/Tristonfootball2008+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235296422455385442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="317" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rzBmcmC5q1LoNDWXsYfpHT9oGK9Gqrurj2duc3UjhGvV6Idu8_uiN8TpGgcqC2vgr5TmWGVC7xD5E3TRp_WQYyTXwVpWEN_u-jfiNwj_8U62IEjGO6iMgy4f6DjXGWUBW0_dT_mIckU/s320/Tristonfootball2008+copy.jpg" width="382" border="0" /></a><br /><p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4